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CHAPTER FOUR - RULES

 

Bane led Nick down a short hall to his study.  The door was ajar. Even though it was June, he had a fire going as Moon Shadow was cold inside even on the warmest of days, let alone a cool evening like that night.  Candlelight provided the only other illumination.

Bane didn’t look back at the young man as he strode over to the high-backed chair by the fire and languidly sat down.  He stretched out with his tigerish grace. He didn’t offer Nick a seat, but instead watched the young man out of hooded eyes.

Nick stood awkwardly in the doorway. His blue eyes flickered over the room’s interior as if trying to glean something about its owner from the contents.  What did he make of the many worn, leather-bound books that lined the walls? Did he rightly guess that Bane found more comfort in books than in people? And what did he think of the sleek laptop that glowed softly on the desk that sat alongside stacks of journals filled with his precise penmanship?  Nick couldn’t know that Bane still hand wrote out everything, because when he was growing up there were no such things as computers. They had not even been a gleam in someone’s eyes.

And what did Nick think of the Siberian Tiger’s pelt that adorned the floor by his feet, its glass eyes gleaming and bared teeth growling at the snapping fire?  Nick’s gaze dropped to it and a slight ripple of disgust crossed that lovely face. Clearly, his guest did not like hunting. How ironic that Nick didn’t know this pelt had nothing to do with celebrating the destruction of this brilliant beast, but as a reminder of Bane’s own past arrogance and the pain he had caused.  It was also a reminder of what he truly was inside.

A beast.  That is what I am.  And I have brought this beautiful young man here, putting both of us in danger.

Bane pushed away that thought.  It sounded too much like what Omar would say.  Except his Sikh servant would go on to claim that Bane had brought Nick here because of his beauty and maybe even because of the danger it posed.  Omar would claim that he was starved for company, but more importantly, for love, for the love that would supposedly free him of his curse.  But Bane thought that ridiculous. Love was an illusion. A cruel one at that built on hormones that soon faded. True love was necessary to break the curse that he was under.

But true love does not exist.

And he had not brought Nick here to disprove that simple statement of fact.  Nick’s presence here was to punish the Fairfax family, nothing more than that.  Nick was lovely to look at, but there were many lovely things in his home like paintings and vases.  Nick though had a mouth and opinions that made him less beautiful than those objects.

Bane refused to acknowledge Omar’s phantom voice floating through his mind and asking him why this particular punishment involved having Nick live with him for a year.  Couldn’t he have required the young man simply to work at his home during the day and leave at night? Wouldn’t that have been safer for all involved? Especially when the full moon came and his curse became active?

“Well, what did you want to talk about? What are these rules?” Nick truculently asked, thrusting his chin out and interrupting Bane’s thoughts.

“Shut the door,” Bane said.

He did not want Omar to watch them or overhear what he was to say.  He could see the Sikh in the hallway, mysteriously dusting a perfectly clean vase with assiduous attention.  If Bane had pointed out the fact that Omar had a perfect view into the study from his dusting position, this fact would have been scoffed at by the Sikh, but it would have been quite true nonetheless.  Bane snorted softly.

Omar had already made clear to him his extreme distaste for this ‘internship’.  Bane indulged the Sikh, allowing Omar to give him his views on various matters as Omar was as close to family as anyone could be to Bane and very wise about many matters, but Bane would not be gainsaid in this.  He saw Omar shake his head and heard him sigh as the door shut with an audible click as the lock caught. Nick continued to stand by the door though, not coming near him. Bane felt his chest tighten.

What do I expect?  He dislikes me intensely and what I am about to do will not endear me to him more.  But it must be done.

Yet still the slight hurt remained.  It aggravated Bane all the more and hardened his heart for what his next betrayal.

“May I see your phone?”  Bane extended one hand towards the young man.

Nick frowned. His lush lips pulled down at the corners as he stared at Bane’s well-manicured hand.   “What for?”

“Please.”  

Bane saw how his simple use of the word ‘please’ moved the young man.  That was unexpected. He thought that Nick would be used to people being polite because of his wealth and status and inured to the power of it.  Perhaps that was the case, or maybe Nick hadn’t expected such niceties from Bane since his language had been anything but polite since he and Nick had met.

“I still want to know why.”  The young man fished out the phone from his tight jean’s back pocket and handed it over.

Bane put the phone into his top desk drawer, turning the brass key and locking it away.  He then placed the key in his pants pocket, well out of Nick’s reach.

“What the hell?” Nick shouted.  “What are you doing? Give me my phone back!”

“What is in there?” Bane gestured towards the duffel, ignoring the young man’s squawks.

“Give me back my god damned phone!”

“No.  What is in your bag?”

They had a stare down.  Nick was the first to look away. He shook his head, a kind of wild shock written large in his face that Bane had taken his phone and refused to return it.

“You’re crazy, you know?  I want my phone back or I’m leaving!” Nick shouted, his free hand fisting at his side while he shifted his duffel so that it was half-hidden behind one of his long muscular legs, as if that would keep the contents from Bane.

Foolish boy.

“Fine.  Leave.”

Bane picked up the glass of Scotch he had abandoned when the young man had arrived. He took a large swallow, relishing the burn as it ran down his throat. It made it easier to ignore the fleeting tightness in his chest at the thought of Nick actually walking away from him right then and there. He had gotten the young man here, which was more than he had truly expected. He didn’t want to lose now.

Lose?  Lose what?  Lose him? He means nothing.  I could call and have a dozen more beautiful than him lifting their asses in the air.  What does he mean compared to them? Nothing at all.

“I don’t see you leaving,” Bane said with a wave of his hand.

There was a beat of silence, but then Nick asked, his voice strained, “What about my family?”

“What about them?” He took another large swallow of peaty Scotch while he stared into the fire instead of at the lovely young man with the worried face opposite him.

“If I leave will you still give them the chance to get back their business?”

“No.”  That word fell like a stone into a still pond between them.

Nick let out a soft, bitter laugh and ran a hand through his short blond hair.  “You’re – this is – why are you doing this?  Do you want to keep me captive here?  What do you want from me?”

There was a hint of fear in Nick’s voice that caused Bane to freeze.  “You are not a prisoner. But there are rules.  My privacy is sacrosanct to me.  I do not wish it violated.” He flicked his hand towards the desk. “Such gadgets allow such violations easily with little thought by the doer. You will be allowed to use the phone -- in my presence -- once a week to call your father.”

Nick’s mouth opened and shut like a goldfish’s.  “Once a week just to call Dad?”

“Don’t you want to keep in touch with your loving family?”  Bane smirked. “Or at least make sure that they are making your time worth the effort?”

“My father will do his best for you.  He likes making money.  He’ll make you a ton,” Nick said.  “I’m not worried about that.”

Money is not everything. I wonder if he will realize that before the end of the year?

“So what are you worried about?” Bane asked.

Nick ran a hand through his hair.  It stuck up rather adorably. “I have friends who I have to talk to.”

“You have to?”

“I want to,” Nick corrected, grinding his teeth as he glared at Bane’s pedantic correction. “Actually, no, I have to talk to them.  They’ll worry about me if I don’t check in.”

“We will arrange a time for you to contact them as well – in my presence.”  Bane told himself that he could have cared less about Nick disparaging him to his undoubtedly equally rich and useless friends and that this restriction was based purely on making sure the young man did not see anything he shouldn’t and report on it.  But still he felt that phantom pain at the thought of Nick’s sweet pink mouth spitting out epithets with his name attached. He added, “Need I remind you that you are here to work not to engage in conversations with your friends?”

“Am I working 24/7?” Nick challenged.  “Are you going to give me time to pee and eat? Or will I have to catch both on the run?  What about sleeping? Will I be allowed to sleep?”

Bane scowled at the young man.  “You will be given appropriate rest periods and nutrition.”

“How kind of you!  I am so grateful for your thoughtfulness!” Nick scoffed and tossed his handsome head.

“You will not be allowed to be lazy and self-indulgent though,” Bane’s voice rose slightly, aggravated at the young man’s dismissive tone.

Nick let out a laugh.  “I’m guessing that you don’t have many friends if you think talking to them is ‘lazy and self-indulgent’.”  

Bane went silent for a moment at that well-aimed jab.  He had no friends. How could he? Time traveled on, but he did not.  He looked the same as he had when the curse first fell upon him. Ageless so that its torment could be visited upon him for eternity.  All he had to do was look into the mirror at his unchanged face with the horrible scars and he would be remembered of all he had done.  He finished his drink while Nick looked surprising discomfited at his ‘win’ against Bane. It was almost as if he felt badly for Bane, but then the young man hardened his expression as his eyes darted to the locked drawer that contained his phone.

“Now, the bag.  What is in it?” Bane asked.

Nick’s blue eyes narrowed.  He would not be so trusting as he was with the phone.  “My clothes. Why?”

“No computer?  No camera?” Bane asked.  There was the slightest flicker of concern in Nick’s eyes when he said ‘camera’ so Bane knew the young man had one.  That needed to be rectified. “Give me your camera.”

“You’re not taking my stuff.  It’s my stuff.”  Nick’s eyes snapped with indignation and the slightest bit of alarm.  Did the camera mean so much?

Bane stood back up and walked over to the young man, crowding him against the door.  He was familiar with using his larger size to intimidate others. Nick’s back thumped against the door even as he tried to look unimpressed.  The young man was half a head shorter than he was. But he made up for it in spunk. His breathing though had quickened and his nostrils were flaring like a horse’s did when it was afraid. But Nick kept his gaze steadily on Bane’s face and a tight hold on his bag.

Brave boy.

Bane leaned down so that his eyes were mere inches from Nick’s.  He could see the flecks of darker blue in them as well as hints of silver.  He caught the young man’s scent: clean and woodsy like the forest after a rain.  He stopped himself from leaning down lower to nuzzle the soft flesh beneath Nick’s ear.  But he found himself unwilling to draw all the way back.

“You have a camera in your bag.  Give it to me,” Bane whispered.

“No,” Nick said just as softly.

“I will not have you taking pictures of me and mine –”

“It’s for my art!” Nick cried.  He shoved Bane back with surprising power and sidestepped around the older man.  He kept a few feet distance between them.

Bane slowly circled the young man.  The beast inside of him delighted in the nervous twitches of Nick’s shoulders.  He sensed that Bane was more than he seemed but Nick didn’t know -- couldn’t even imagine -- what Bane was really.   He knew he should stop this, pull back and calm down, but Nick’s pushing him away had set something off in him.

“Your art?”  Bane taunted.  “You are an artist?  Really?”

Was Nick some kind of dilettante rich boy artist?  His daddy’s friends buying his prints and promptly tossing them into a dark corner once the sale was complete?  But there was the faint memory of Bane’s mother painting in the long India afternoons that intruded on his cruel thoughts. He remembered how her eyes came alive when she was in the middle of a painting, eager but anxious, to show the finished product to him and his father.  But then Bane remembered just as clearly watching the light fade out of her eyes when his father disparaged her hard work with a few dismissive words. But Nick was nothing like Bane’s mother. He wasn’t a true artist. He was undoubtedly just trying to avoid the responsibility of earning a living.

“I’m a photographer,” Nick said, but there was a slight uncertainty in his eyes that wasn’t there when he had talked of other things. It was almost as if it was something that was close to his heart and he wasn’t sure if he deserved that title.

“Again, you are here to work not engage in foolish pastimes,” Bane said.

Nick let out a sharp laugh. “God, now you sound like my father!”

Bane stiffened.  “He doesn’t approve of you taking pictures?”

“He doesn’t approve of anything except making money!  I was going there tonight to – look, it doesn’t matter.  But …” A wild light entered Nick’s eyes. “I can’t give it up! You can’t ask me to.  It would be like cutting off my limbs to give up my camera. I don’t expect you to understand why, but you have to believe me.”

Bane stared down into that lovely face and did believe.  But there was a problem. He could not risk Nick photographing him when he was changed, when the curse transformed him into a beast.

“It is impossible,” Bane murmured.

Nick reached for him.  It was so unexpected that Bane froze as that hand rested for a second on his shoulder before fluttering away.  “I wouldn’t violate your privacy! I would ask before I took a picture of anything! I could -- could document the transformation of Moon Shadow!”

“Transformation?”

“You’re planning on redoing the house, right?  Omar told me he thought I would be working in the garden. I could take before, during and after pictures,” Nick suggested.  His face was taut with emotion, more emotion than even the taking of the phone had brought.

“I …”  

He could have the camera during the day, but not at night and not at all around the full moon.  It could be done. I would then have a history of Moon Shadow, too. If he is any good ...

“Please,” Nick begged.  

Those luminous blue eyes gazed up at him, pupils wide and dark like the sea and Bane found himself relenting and withdrawing himself physically from the young man.  He retreated back to his chair and poured himself more Scotch with a surprisingly trembling hand. He downed half the glass and immediately wished he hadn’t. Alcohol did not harden his heart. It only made him soft and lonely.  He set the glass down unfinished. He would not look at Nick as he spoke.

“I will allow you to have the camera at certain times – after your work is done – but I must see every picture you take.  You do not have permission to take pictures of anything you like.  You must check with me first,” Bane said.

Nick’s shoulders relaxed.  “Right. No problem. I -- I go crazy when I can’t work.”

Another flash of memory of his mother as she sat unseeing in the mental institution after his cursed nature made itself known to her when he had lost control and killed his father.  Her easel and paints had sat in the corner untouched for the rest of her life. His actions had killed her spirit.

“You need to give me your camera now though. I will take good care of it.  If you work well, you may be allowed to take some pictures tomorrow,” Bane said. He quickly shut his lips as he was suddenly sure he would offer more to the young man than he should.

Nick put his duffel down on the ground. He kneeled beside it and unzipped it.  The scent of him and clean clothes rose up from the open bag and filled Bane’s study.  He knew Nick’s scent would be in his nose all night. An unsurprising wave of heat went through him. He gripped the arms of his chair and held himself still.  He would not lean down and lick a stripe down the back of Nick’s neck. He would not nuzzle Nick’s fine blond hair. He would not push the young man onto his back and ravage him.  He would sit and do nothing else.

Nick gently, almost reverently, pulled out a camera in a black leather case.  Bane knew nothing of cameras, but he was sure it was expensive, but he was suddenly sure that the worth of it to Nick had nothing to do with its price tag.  Nick reluctantly held it out to Bane. For one moment, Bane imagined how they must look at that moment: Nick on his knees, arms outstretched with the camera in his hands, as if offering it as sacrifice to his feudal lord.

Not anymore!  The estate and title can never be mine. Not when I am a beast. It would dishonor my whole family for me to take over.

Bane took the camera from Nick more harshly than intended and the young man winced as it was handled so roughly.  Bane made sure to place it carefully down on his desk.

“I will keep it safe,” Bane repeated.

Nick nodded slowly.  He repacked his clothes, straightening out the simple t-shirts, shorts and a few pairs of jeans.  Bane frowned as he took in the casual contents. Clearly, there were no suits in the bag.

“You do not have any evening wear,” Bane said more than asked.

Nick zipped up the duffel and stood up.  “Uhm, no. I’m a college student and I thought I was going to be living at my friend’s place for the summer.”

“We dress for dinner here,” Bane said.

“You mean like suits and stuff?”  Nick’s eyes widened.

“Yes,” Bane answered.

“You want me to wear a suit and have dinner with you every night?”  Nick asked slowly as if he wanted to make sure that he understood Bane.

“I do.  It is expected. Do you have suits at home?” Bane asked.

“Maybe one or two. I don’t know if they even fit,” Nick said with a shrug.  “I’m sure I have some slacks and a nice shirt or something.”

“Suit coats are required.  You will need them. I shall have my tailor come and –”

“You’re going to have your tailor make me clothes?”  Nick’s eyebrows rose up into his hairline.

“I will not have you wearing ratty t-shirts and too tight jeans.”  Bane tipped his head to Nick’s current apparel.

“My jeans are not too tight.  They’re perfect,” Nick argued.

Bane bit back any further remarks as he found himself focusing too avidly on how the jeans encased Nick’s long, muscular legs and pert ass.

“What’s going to happen at these dinners?” Nick asked.

“We will eat.”

“You want us to talk during these dinners, too?”  Nick was really grinning at that moment.

“Only if you have something worthwhile saying. Otherwise silence will be preferable,” Bane retorted.

“I see.”  

“I do not think you do.”

“And will these dinners be lit by candlelight?” Nick asked.

“I enjoy the softer light candles give.”  Bane frowned then, realizing he was walking straight into a trap.  

Nick bit his lower lip as if stifling a laugh. “Oh, okay.”

“What?” Bane snapped.

“You want us to have romantic, candlelight dinners together where we dress up in our best clothes.  That doesn’t sound at all odd for intern and employer to you?”

Bane had not intended the scenario to be romantic.  Not consciously. It was how he always had dinner. The fact that he would now be sharing it with someone was irrelevant. It might even be annoying and less pleasurable than being by himself.

“There is no romance between us, Mr. Fairfax.  As I have made clear, I have no desire to bed you.  And your constant assertions otherwise make me quite sure you wish my thoughts were different on the matter.” Bane scowled at him though there was that slight trill of heat in his loins.   

Nick’s cheeks colored, but he didn’t look away as he said, enunciating every word, “You’ve made me your indentured servant for a year.  You’re threatening my family with destruction. You’ve taken my phone and camera away from me, making me a virtual prisoner here. I can assure you, Bane, that I want nothing at all from you but for this year to be over as quickly as possible.”

Again there was a stare down, but this time it was Bane who looked away.   It was not foolish, useless guilt. It was not him cringing from how hard and wrong those facts sounded being laid out like that.  Not at all.

Bane shouted, “Omar!”

The door to the study was immediately opened, which confirmed Bane’s suspicion that the Sikh had been listening at the door the whole time.  

“Yes, sir?” Omar asked.

“Take Mr. Fairfax to his room,” Bane instructed curtly.

Omar nodded and reached for Nick’s bag. Nick fended him off.  “Oh, that’s okay, Omar, I’ve got it. No worries.”

“It is not a problem at all, Nick.  I am eager to show you to your room. It has a beautiful view of the rose garden out back,” Omar said.

“The rose garden?”  Bane straightened up, anger flaring his nostrils. That was not the room that he had instructed Omar to prepare for Nick. The young man’s room was supposed to be on the side of the house overlooking the garage.  “I told you to put him on the west side room, Omar.”

“Oh, sir, I am so sorry, but I must not have heard you.  You know how my hearing is,” Omar said with a shrug.

“Yes, selective,” Bane growled.  The room that Omar must have chosen was the one just a few doors down from his own.  What was his servant thinking?

“I have already prepared the room. The other is not fit for habitation,” Omar said breezily.  “It must be fated to be his.”

Bane scowled at him.  “I see.”

“You will, sir.  I promise that you will.”  Omar bowed before picking up Nick’s bag and leading the beautiful young man from Bane’s sight.

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  • I'm unsure what some people's misgivings are about your other books but I find the instant love fits with the stories. Yes humans usually fight, struggle and disregard love and meeting the person they have an instant spark and shining to. But in mythical world's with magic and the like, meeting ones soul mate isn't that hard to believe. Most of the books are intermingled and connect. In some they discuss the soul of living beings. I don't think it's farfetched to imagine the love they have 'within 24 hours' is due to the two characters being soul mates. Two halves to a whole and that's why they're love burns so bright. I do enjoy this change of pace though regardless. But I find that the comments regarding the to fast pace of love redundant in that regard. When you meet your other half it doesn't matter how long it's been. Plus, this isn't our world it's a separate universe where anything is allowed not what we mundanes classify as correct so keep an open and broad mind when reading books.

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  • I must say I am enjoying this new story. So far the characterisation is much more believable than in the others, I had gone off your stories for a while annoyed by how repetitive they can be in terms of character, it could start out that they are incredibly different characters with lots of complex personality traits. As soon as the two meet, however, within the hour they are declaring undying love for each other, one turning submissive and always acting with saintlike behaviour and the other being wholly dominant and brooding, them both declaring they'd die for the other. Falling into cookie cutter moulds and behaving in boring, predictable and unbelievable ways. It all seemingly justified by stating; "I've only met you but it feels like I've known you all my life." The fairytale dewy eyed look stirring up bile in those above 13 years of age. I don't mind it in one or even two stories but when the signs show up in all of them it annoys me to no end. I didn't want to be paying a lot of money yearly for the same story but with a different theme stapled on. Or the other reoccurring theme, talking about serious, live changing, personal heart to hearts with the person you've just met WHILST HAVING SEX! One of the most enjoyable parts in a story ruined through bad timing. ARGGGGH!
    Which is why I am so glad that so far this story seems to be on the right tracks. The characters seem to be behaving in a way that others in real life would react to the situations presented to them. Despite the beginnings of UST they are wary of each other having negative thoughts and assumptions having to therefor to work hard towards compromise and whatever relationship lays at the stories core rather than falling effortlessly into one. l'm looking forward to the building of plot and character, bringing in situations and events that will test them and have them slowly building up trust and rapport making the audience care hard about these characters making them feel they have been through the troubles with them. Teasing the audience and building up sexual tension so that when they do come together it will carry so much more meaning and emotions with it than if you simply have them fuck on the first or second day. I wish you well with this story I sincerely hope you update it soon. Please don't shove it into the trap that you have with the other stories, although this is a retelling let it speak of originality to breathe new life into this site. Good luck.

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  • Have you ever heard the phrase: it's a feature, not a bug? That's sort of the deal with my stories. I normally have very little interest in the buildup to a romance. I know a lot of people ARE interested in that (and I'm trying to honor that with this story and potentially others). So it's a conscious thing that a lot of people would wish I would keep doing and a lot of people would wish I wouldn't. You're in the latter camp. I say this NOT because your comment isn't valid, but to explain that I AM aware of what I'm doing and its not something I intend to change in general. It's not a "trap" I fall into, but a plan I follow.

    I read certain authors b/c I KNOW what I'm going to get. They are predictable in some ways to satisfy what I want from that author, but different in the trimmings (think Sherrilyn Kenyon, early-middle Stephen King, etc.). I am more interested in seeing how the characters react in the different situations rather than making the situations the characters' romance.

    Cursed HAS to be different b/c it is based on purely the romance and the build-up. That's the sole function of the story really. You will undoubtedly like it better than the others because of that, because its your thing.

    I never want people to waste money if they don't like the majority of the stories. It seems silly to me to pay for one story. However, I know that the individual novels are put out at a snail's pace due to my focus being writing on the site. So I cannot promise you that you won't feel it a waste when the next novel comes out, but I do intend to offer more of the Cursed style as well as my own favorite style.

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  • I understand were you're coming from. And I understand why you do it, I'm sure there are alot of people who like that type of set up. It's just your site is so unique, original gay supernatural fic is extremely hard to come by so much so I'm willing to pay for it, but I am usually very picky with what I read. If I don't like certain main aspects of a story I leave it and it breaks my heart do have to do that with some of your's because the concepts are so powerful and intriguing and the sex scenes are usually hotter than the sun. It's the fact that your characters usually fall into the same pattern no matter the setting or situation and as I said the pattern doesn't bother me for some stories just when it constantly repeated or pushed so far that it becomes a sickly sweet naive fairytale. For example I know a lot of people liked the sea but I just couldn't... "My light on water" they had just met the previous day. And I love sanctuary but I get annoyed by how naively trusting Alex can be, yes Demetrius saved him but after everything he's been through you'd think he'd be a little more guarded, a bit wary especially when he finds out they are vampires. Instead he boldly declares that he knows Demetrius wont hurt him, despite not knowing the man and despite the man telling him that he's not safe around him when he's like this and despite Demetrius having saying drinking blood and having sexual pleasure is one and the same, then alex gets into bed with him? I'd understand it if Alex was turned on by the danger of it but saying or convincing himself that he won't get hurt is little confusing. It's likely that he won't get hurt or if he does it'll be willingly but I'm not sure it's a believable way of having the character behave, naively stating he wont get hurt. Perhaps the way I'm saying this makes it sound trivial but signs pop up everywhere. The characters falling into the naive uke and the possessive seme way. There nothing wrong with it sometimes, we all like a little bit of yaoi but sometimes changing the dynamics a bit makes the story fresher and more vibrant, makes it hard for the audience to predict what happens and presents more possibilities for the plot. Take the erl king for example at the start the two main characters were the same age at the same peer level, they had alot of backstory that wasn't shown in the story but you had a great feeling that the characters had history and alot of bonds together, creating a romance between them would have been very quick and because they were not in the usual pattern of sub/dom it would have given the story a bit of diversity from the others, they would have reacted to situations differently and created certain twists to the plot. But it turned, father ending up with son and enemy ending up with enemy (don't get me wrong the subsequent werewolf sex was awesome.....not so much the incest though). I'm saying despite having a totally different situations, setting, characters and rapport between them it still fell back into the same old routine. It's nice to step out of your comfort zone sometimes and provide something new which is why I'm delighted with the set up of cursed. Yes I know it's supposed to be different given the story it's based of but so are all stories really even just a little. I don't mean to sound insulting or ungrateful but most of the stories start out incredibly well and all are written well it's just sometimes you can be a little cliched or too fluffy or a bit repetitive. I pay for your site because your the only one who really gives the service and sometimes it's really well done but because the chapters are spaced apart you sometimes don't get a sense of were the story will go until late and if its by the pattern you provide for those you like it you can end up feeling a tad disappointed because you've invested time and emotions into the beginnings of a story you thought was going to take a different turn from the rest. When you see the different concepts and blurbs for each story you can't help your mouth watering over the possibilities but when the same relationships pop up over the stories it can be slightly annoying. I don't mean to say your a bad writer and If I didn't think your stories were worth it I wouldn't be paying for them I just wanted to say I am enjoying the different take on this story and the fact that it shakes things up a bit. Sorry for the rant and again I didn't mean any offence. I wish you well with this story and good luck.

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  • Aaaaaaaah! My heart is beating so fast and I'm biting my nails off here from the sheer feelings and awesomeness I get from this story. I have always wanted a story of Beauty and the Beast with two hot guys, and you have given it to me, Raythe! I'm so happy! Thank you! I will always worship you!

    I am really excited to get to know both Bane, Nick and Omar more; along with everyone else there can be, living in that huge, inscrutable manor. And I can't wait for [i]those[i] two to get to know each other more, but I don't want anything to be rushed. It will take the time it takes, so to speak, is my opinion. And though I love Bane and his softening feelings for Nick, he shouldn't lose his toughness for a while yet...

    Though I can't help but wonder why you chose to make the relationship between Nick and his family the way you did when the relationship is the reason (and strong point) in Disney's version... It's the biggest different I see, right now. Don't get me wrong, I seriously love your version (too!), I'm just greatly wondering over it. :P

    Either way, thank you again for a wonderful chapter! :D

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  • In reply to: biorlife

    I'm not actually going by the Disney version, but the original version where she went to the Beast out of money! Yes, the original material is far darker. More like a King Lear type of thing in some ways.

    Don't worry, Bane will not soften towards Nick for some time! He has too many prejudices and his own baggage against Nick. It will be interesting to see him try to justify his anger. But he is angry with himself. So expect lots more to come!

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  • In reply to: Raythe

    Oh, the original version. You know, Beauty and the Beast is the only tale of which I have never heard the original version. Which I find kind of sad. Where can you get it? Is it just to search on Google...? I would very much like to read it.

    And as for the money part... Yeah, all original versions are usually darker and gloomier.

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  • In reply to: biorlife

    If she were taking the Disney version all that seriously, Omar would be a piece of furniture! That being said, I'm looking forward to the changes, too. :)

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  • In reply to: vidya

    Now that I have read the story a little I think more of Omar as Mrs Potts. *snicker* :D

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