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Handsome and the Yeti


Book 1

By KuroKoneko Kamen

Copyright 2018 by KuroKoneko Kamen

Cover Design by Leah Keeler

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1:

Bellamy DeWinter lived in a small town in northern Alaska named Yeti Town. The town got its namesake from the Nepal folklore legend of the yeti, also known as the Abominable Snowman. A yeti was an ape-like creature, taller than an average man and covered in snowy, white fur. Apparently there’d been sightings of such a creature in the nearby forests by the Hunters that lived in town and the town’s name had been changed shortly thereafter.

The majority of the people that lived in Yeti Town were either Hunters or furriers. This was mostly due to the sudden increase in predators - bears, polar bears, lynxes and wolves - that started appearing around the town. This abrupt influx of predators in the area put not only the human towns that were in close proximity to the creatures in danger, but also the farms and cattle ranches, which had livestock to worry about protecting.

In recent years and in this modern era, the hunting of animals for their furs had become controversial, but due to the fact that this increase in predators in the area was not natural, but unexplainable the Hunters of Yeti Town were able to make a living hunting, and killing these predators and selling their meat and fur. Since they were providing a service to the ranchers and farmers the controversial aspect was entirely overlooked, and the Hunters were looked upon as heroes.

Eighteen-year-old Bellamy and his mother, Doris, had moved to the isolated town because Bellamy was cursed. If a female saw Bellamy without his round, nerdy glasses on his face she would instantly fall in love with him.

Bellamy had been aware of this strange curse since he could form rational thought, and his mother had taught him how to stop the effects of the curse by always wearing a pair of nonprescription glasses. Sunglasses would also have the same affect, and could nullify the effects of the curse.

When Bellamy became a senior in high school his luck finally ran out. Due to his nerdy appearance he’d been targeted by a group of bullies, taken to the men’s room, and beaten up. His glasses had been punched off his face and then stepped on.

Bellamy left the bathroom while trying to keep his head lowered, but it was inevitable that he had to look up to see where he was going. Unfortunately, at that very moment lunch had ended and the hall was flooded with students. When Bellamy looked up a large number of female students saw Bellamy’s handsome face and instantly fell in love with him.

At the time, Bellamy was living with his sickly mother, Doris, in their tiny apartment. The place was so small there was no escape from the phone that started ringing off the hook from Bellamy’s fan girls that began calling. Bellamy’s fax machine also started spitting out love letters from his new stalkers.

At first it was almost funny, but then the content of the love letters started to become more and more desperate as time passed. Other handwritten letters that were delivered by the mailman started to include photos of the girls, locks of their hair, fingernail clippings, and some letters were even written in blood. It was downright creepy.

Bellamy’s mother, Doris, already had a weak constitution and could barely handle the added stress of the unsettling love letters, the phone ringing off the hook, the girls that stood on the sidewalk outside of their apartment building demanding to see Bellamy, and later the kidnapping attempts on her son. It all just became too much for Doris to handle.

Even the therapy sessions Doris had been going to no longer gave her peace of mind. After the most recent kidnapping attempt on Bellamy, Doris decided that she had to protect her son somehow. Doris was also filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt. It was her fault that her son Bellamy was cursed after all. Doris had suffered from the curse herself before Bellamy had been born, and the curse had been passed onto him.

After one of Bellamy’s babysitters had tried to kidnap him, Doris decided she had to find a way to stop the curse from activating and had started covering Bellamy’s face with a scarf to see if that would work. When it did, Doris tried covering Bellamy’s face with just a mask where his eyes were barely visible, and this worked too. Next Doris tried sunglasses and when those worked she lastly tried nonprescription glasses.

Doris had the feeling that the reason the nonprescription glasses worked to stop the effects of the curse had something to do with the old mythos that ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’. As long as females didn’t make direct eye contact with Bellamy he was safe from the effects of the curse.

Wearing glasses had become a simple solution to stop the curse, and Doris and Bellamy had been able to live in peace for many years. Doris reprimanded herself that perhaps she should have warned Bellamy to be more careful at school, or provided him with an extra pair of glasses, but it was too late now. Bellamy’s female classmates had already fallen crazily in love with him.

It was also around this time that Doris learned of the death of her parents. They’d been Hunters living in Yeti Town and had been overwhelmed by a pack of vicious wolves during one of their usual hunting expeditions. The hunting cabin that used to belong to her parents now belonged to her. Doris instantly decided to take Bellamy to live there. There in the isolated town Bellamy would be safe.

Unfortunately, Bellamy wouldn’t be able to graduate from high school, and it would be difficult for him to get into a college without a high school diploma, when and if they found a way to break the curse. But that’s why Doris was determined to support her son financially.

This is how Bellamy DeWinter found himself living in the small Alaskan town with his sickly mother. To make a living Doris made woodcarvings of various animals that lived in the Brooks Range area of Alaska: brown and black bears, polar bears, moose, goats, foxes, coyotes, ravens, lynxes, and wolves.

For hours and hours Doris would sit in her comfy armchair by the fireplace in the living room, and carve little wooden figurines of animals until the calluses on her fingers popped and bled. She was highly skilled at woodcarvings.

Sometimes Bellamy would help his mother by making woodcarvings of his own, but usually Doris insisted that Bellamy didn’t need to do anything to help out with the household finances, and that he should instead continue to concentrate on his self-study.

Bellamy knew his mother felt guilty and blamed herself for their current situation because of the curse. But Bellamy didn’t see it that way. He saw it as his fault that they had to live here in the middle of nowhere now. If only he’d been braver and fought back against those bullies. If only he hadn’t let them break his glasses, none of this would have happened.

Because of him, his mother had gone through a lot, and her already poor health had declined from all the stress. That’s why he never complained to his mom about living there in Yeti Town. There were only a few young single women his age in the town that might have showed an interest in him, and he made sure to avoid them as much as possible.

Most days, Bellamy had his nose stuck in a book in self-study. He was determined to go back to school one day, and get a college degree. He wanted to get a high-paying job so that he’d be able to support his mother financially, and give her the easy life she deserved after everything that had happened.

Bellamy had to admit to himself that it could get rather boring though living there when compared to how his life used to be back in New York. There wasn’t much to do for fun in Yeti Town. The town’s inhabitants were mostly Hunters, and Bellamy had no interested in learning that particular trade. The other people that lived there were either a part of the Hunters’ families, jewelry makers, or woodcarvers like his mother.

There was a mine close to Yeti Town that contained several types of semi-precious stones that the townspeople made jewelry out of. Alaska was known for its jade, quartzes and even diamonds, but this particular mine contained other semi-precious stones that were normally found in South America.

Bellamy had become fascinated by all the different types of semi-precious stones the jewelers worked with - agate, quartz, rose quartz, onyx, obsidian, jade, jasper, red jasper, tiger’s eye, turquoise, lapis lazuli, and more.

The semi-precious stones may not have been as valuable as diamonds, rubies and emeralds, but Bellamy thought that they were uniquely beautiful in their own way.

To stave off his boredom, Bellamy started going to the small local library and checked out all the books that were available on gemstones, and gemology. Bellamy had his nose buried in a book about stones more often than not.

Bellamy didn’t care about his lack of a social life since all he wanted was to protect the peaceful life he and his mother were currently enjoying in Yeti Town. His books became his only friends. It was lonesome without any friends his age, but peaceful. And Bellamy just wanted to keep it that way.

However, peace and quiet never lasts forever. The Hunters had become curious about their new neighbors and had confronted Doris about Bellamy. After they’d discovered that Bellamy was so young they instantly decided that he must be lonely, and should make some friends his own age. The Hunters immediately told their children that were around the same age as Bellamy all about him, and of his ‘plight’.

This meddling resulted in someone knocking on Bellamy’s front door one Saturday night. It was eight o’clock at night. Doris was in her usual spot, seated on the plush armchair by the fire in the living room and carving a small piece of wood into the shape of what Bellamy thought looked like a dancing monkey. Oookay.

Bellamy was seated in the armchair across from his mother, nose in a book about Alaskan jade. He frowned and looked up from his book at the door, wondering who would be coming to visit them at this late hour.

A secretive smile curled Doris’s lips when she heard the knock at the front door. “Could you be a dear and get the door, Bellamy?”

Bellamy frowned and his brow furrowed slightly. His mother was acting different from usual. “Are you expecting someone, Mom?” he questioned as he stood up, and approached the front door with his now closed book still in hand.

“I’m not,” she began softly. “But you are.”

“Huh?” Bellamy said as he opened the door to see who it was. Staring back at him with wide, mischievous grins on their faces were two young men around Bellamy’s age. Because of their flashy fur coats Bellamy deduced they were the sons of Hunters right off the bat.

One of the young men had sandy-blonde hair, pale skin, and honey-brown eyes. The other was an African-American teen with short black hair, brown eyes, and super white teeth. They were both wearing friendly, amiable expressions on their faces, but this didn’t make Bellamy any less nervous about what their intentions were. He already had a bad feeling about this.

They looked past Bellamy and smiled at Doris. “Good evening Mrs. DeWinter. We’re here to pick up Bellamy.”

Doris nodded knowingly. “You boys have fun!”

“Thanks, Mrs. DeWinter!” The African-American teen crowed as he and his friend latched onto Bellamy’s arms and began to drag him out the door.

“Huh? Wait, what?” Bellamy sputtered, giving his mother a look of sheer disbelief. Why had his mother o-kayed this? Didn’t she realize how dangerous it was for Bellamy to hang out with people his own age?

When his mother just waved him off, Bellamy let out a resigned sigh. My life officially sucks. He thought morosely as the sandy-haired teen shut the door.

Bellamy glowered at the two young men that had interrupted his precious reading time. “Who the hell are you guys?”

The two teens chuckled in amusement at Bellamy’s surly attitude. “I’m Crispin,” the sandy-haired boy started and jerked his thumb at the African-American teen. “And he’s Oscar.”

“And we’re here to rescue you, Belle.” Oscar flashed his gleaming white teeth in a teasing grin.

A muscle beneath Bellamy’s eye ticked in irritation. “Rescue?”

“Yeah, our parents told us all about you,” Crispin began to explain. “Like about how you didn’t get to graduate from high school due to your mother’s health, and more importantly how you have no friends.”

Oscar slung an arm around Bellamy’s shoulders amiably. “But fear not. Now, you have us.”

“Wonderful.” Bellamy’s tone was sarcastic.

“We’re going to introduce you to the other people in this town that are our age, so you can make even more friends,” Crispin said excitedly.

Bellamy felt his temples beginning to throb. Just how important did these guys think having a social life was? He was already feeling exhausted.

“And more importantly we’re going to introduce you to the fine, single ladies in this town.” Oscar waggled his eyebrows at Bellamy in a playful manner.

“And this is what I was afraid of,” Bellamy muttered darkly to himself in a voice so low that the other teens didn’t hear him. A chill of fear crawled up his spine, and he had to suppress a groan of despair. Young men his age had a one-track mind. This was nothing new. All they ever thought about was girls and sex.

The last thing Bellamy wanted right now was to be introduced to girls though. If something happened, and they saw his face - they’d fall madly in love with him. And go slightly crazy. Their ‘love’ would quickly turned into lustful desperation. And those girls can become freakin scary. He shuddered as he remembered how his old female classmates had finally formed an alliance and had tried to kidnap him.

What had his mother been thinking letting him go out with these guys? Sure, they were guys, and thankfully the curse didn’t affect them, but guys his age were always on the prowl for chicks.

Bellamy felt like hitting his head against the wall repeatedly. Why me? He inwardly moaned. Before Bellamy had even realized it, his two new ‘friends’ had dragged him down the main street in town and had stopped in front of some kind of bar or tavern.

Like most of the rustic buildings in Yeti Town it was made out of logs and had a sloping roof. Swinging over the front door from two chains was a hand-painted, wooden sign shaped like the head of a polar bear. The polar bear’s mouth was wide open and clenched between its sharp teeth was the establishment’s name: Polar Bear Pub.

Crispin puffed up his chest proudly and waved his hand at the pub in a dramatic fashion. “And this, my new friend, Belle, is the Polar Bear Pub. It’s the best bar in town!”

“It’s the only bar in town,” Oscar added dryly.

“My older brother, Wren, is one of the two bartenders working here, so we’ll be able to get a couple of beers!” Crispin bragged, since technically they were still underage.

“Great,” Bellamy droned as he was dragged into the pub. He couldn’t help but glance around at the interior décor curiously. Most of the long tables and chairs were made out of solid pinewood. An enormous stone fireplace took up most of the back wall and several comfy looking chairs had been situated in front of it.

Animal head and antler hunting trophies covered the walls. Though Bellamy wasn’t too surprised by this since pretty much all of the men drinking in the pub were Hunters. Bellamy was able to recognize them as Hunters due to the outfits they were wearing: white or gray fur coats, winter camouflage, and heavy boots. The rifles and shotguns leaning against their chairs were also a dead giveaway.

There were two bars inside of the Polar Bear Pub - the largest that took up most of the right hand side of the pub was exclusively for the adults. A shorter bar on the left was for the teenagers that were around Bellamy’s age. Really, the teens should have only been allowed to order nonalcoholic drinks but the adults seemed to turn a blind eye if their children wanted to have a few beers on the weekends since they were being supervised anyways.

Crispin and Oscar led Bellamy over to a small group of teens that were surrounding the bar on the left. “Hey, everyone,” Crispin began in a loud voice to get everyone’s attention, “I want you to meet the new guy in town - Bellamy DeWinter.”

The group of teens’ focus was suddenly on Bellamy and he could tell that they appeared to be excited about a newcomer to their small town. Bellamy raised his hand in an awkward greeting. “Hi.”

Almost instantly, Bellamy was surrounded by a mob of teens that were bombarding him with a ton of invasive, and personal questions. “Where are you from?”

“New York,” Bellamy replied.

“Ooo he’s a city boy,” a girl cooed.

“Why did you move here?” one of the boys asked in an incredulous tone.

“My mother’s health-” Bellamy started to explain, but was rudely cut off by one of the girls.

“Is it true you didn’t get to graduate from high school?”

A scowl formed on Bellamy’s face. “Yeah.”

“Home schooling rules!” a random boy shouted and fist pumped the air.

“Are you single, or do you have a girlfriend?” a girl asked boldly with a glint in her green eyes.

“I, er, I’m single,” Bellamy reluctantly answered after a long stretch of silence had passed as the teens awaited his response.

“Eeee!” the girls squealed loudly. Bellamy was forced to plug his ears with his index fingers in order to drown them out.

Just how desperate were these Alaskan girls? Bellamy wondered worriedly. They hadn’t even seen him without his glasses yet and they were already acting ridiculous. He supposed their behavior had a lot to do with the fact that it was slim pickings for a boyfriend when you lived pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

Bellamy mused for a moment about what things might be like if his circumstances had been different, and if he weren’t cursed. Perhaps, he would have been happy to be surrounded by a bunch of desperate, pretty girls. As things were, however, he remembered just how crazy girls who thought they were in love could be and shuddered.

Crispin grabbed three beers from his bro at the bar, and quickly distributed them. Crispin and Oscar held up their beer bottles in Bellamy’s direction. “To new friends!”

“Yeah.” Bellamy could barely keep the skepticism out of his tone as he clinked his bottle against theirs. He bitterly remembered what had happened to his high school friends once their girlfriends had inexplicably turned their sights on Bellamy, and how they’d given Bellamy the cold shoulder after that.

As oftentimes happens with groups of teenagers, the group split in two - girls and boys. Bellamy was actually glad for the girls’ sudden apparent shyness. He could breathe easier without them being in such close proximity.

An hour ticked by without incident, and Bellamy was beginning to feel hopeful that perhaps nothing bad would happen to him this evening. Letting his guard down a little, Bellamy glanced around the pub and couldn’t help but notice an incredibly attractive young woman that was seated at a table, surrounded by a group of fawning guys.

Bellamy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline as he took in her flashy appearance. She was wearing a tight, v-neck, red dress along with a floor-length white and black fur coat. The corner of Bellamy’s lip twitched in amusement since the coat was definitely necessary to provide her with warmth when wearing such a skimpy dress. Her thick, black hair cascaded down around her shoulders in waves, and sultry lashes accentuated her intelligent, dark brown eyes.

Bellamy took a sip of his beer as he let his gaze travel over her curves appreciatively. He was a little buzzed. He pointed his beer in her direction. “What’s the deal with Cruella de Vil over there?”

“Isn’t she beautiful? Her name’s Astonia Sharpe,” Oscar began, a dreamy expression on his face. “She’s French. And she’s awesome. She’s also my future wife. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

“Uh huh,” Bellamy agreed dryly.

Crispin draped his arm around Bellamy’s shoulders conspiratorially, a rueful smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll have to get in line.” He nodded his head in the direction of the guys surrounding Astonia with hearts in their eyes. “All those guys over there are in love with her. It’s like she has her own personal reverse harem.”

Bellamy had been in the middle of taking a sip from his beer and promptly began to choke at Crispin’s words. “Harem?” He arched an eyebrow. “You don’t mean she’s sleeping with all of them?”

A flash of anger crossed Oscar’s face at Bellamy’s careless words. “Hey! Don’t talk about Astonia like that! She’s not that kind of girl!”

Bellamy quickly put his hands up before him in a surrendering gesture. “Whoa, sorry man. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“She’s just a big flirt,” Crispin began to explain. “It’s pretty obvious she just likes the male attention. Apparently, no one in this town has even managed to kiss Astonia yet.”

That dreamy, lovesick puppy look was back on Oscar’s face again. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get a kiss from Astonia.” He released a wistful sigh of longing.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Bellamy said as he took another sip of his beer to hide his unease. Crispin and Oscar’s obsessive behavior with Astonia was a little too similar to how the girls who saw Bellamy’s face without his glasses acted.

“It sucks that everyone’s in love with her,” Oscar muttered darkly. “But how could they not be? She’s smoking hot.”

“In love?” Bellamy arched an eyebrow at Oscar. “In lust maybe,” he murmured to himself. Those guys over there were just in love with Astonia’s outer appearance. There was no telling what kind of person she was on the inside, but as Bellamy watched Astonia preening under the boys’ attention he began to get an idea of how narcissistic she was, and shook his head disappointedly.

Astonia was just playing with those guys. But playing with people’s emotions was dangerous. Love was dangerous. Bellamy knew this from firsthand experience. He grew bored of observing Astonia and remembered that luckily he still had his book with him. He opened it up and began to continue his reading about Alaskan jade, and how the term was really referring to two minerals - Jadeite and Nephrite.

Astonia surreptitiously glanced over at Bellamy DeWinter - the ‘new guy in town’. She was sure that he was probably gawking at her stupidly just like all the other guys in the pub, but she was in for an unpleasant surprise when she saw that he’d actually taken out a book and had started to read at his own ‘welcome to the town’ party.

Astonia’s jaw slowly dropped open as she gawked at the bookworm. He was completely ignoring her presence! It was like she didn’t even matter. And after she’d done him the honor of gracing his party with her presence. Astonia Sharpe did not like to be ignored - would not be ignored! How dare that nerd ignore me! Just who the hell does he think he is? Hah? She thought venomously.

“Would you look at that? That nerd is actually reading a book in the middle of this party. How pathetic,” Astonia sneered loudly, and her boy toys laughed in a jeering fashion as if on cue.

Bellamy just sighed, ignored Astonia’s immature outburst, and continued to read. He was used to people making fun of him and bullying him due to his nerdy appearance.

A muscle beneath Astonia’s eye ticked in irritation as Bellamy continued to ignore her. “I mean, how uncool is that? Maybe he moved here because he’s mentally disabled or something.” She cackled and again her boy toys joined in.

Finally, Bellamy shut his book with a loud snap. He turned and glared at Astonia. “You like making fun of disabled people?” He narrowed his eyes at her critically.

Astonia flinched guiltily. “What? No. It’s just you’re so…weird.” She waved her hand through the air as she tried to search for a better word. “So…different from the rest of us.”

“Well, excuse me for being weird.” Bellamy slid off the barstool, book in hand. “It’s become much too noisy in here to continue reading my book.” He turned to give Crispin and Oscar an apologetic look. “Sorry, guys, I’m gonna call it a night.” He started to head for the front door.

Astonia fumed as she watched Bellamy. She hadn’t even dismissed him yet! He was dismissing her. I’ll show him. Just as Bellamy passed by her chair she stuck her foot out and tripped him.

Bellamy fell flat on his face, and his glasses flew off his face, skidding across the floor. His eyes widened in panic as soon as he realized what had just happened. My glasses! Shit! He inwardly swore. Bellamy frantically scrambled across the floor, reaching out for his glasses, but someone beat him to it.

“Oops, sorry.” Bellamy heard Astonia’s voice as he watched a delicate hand with red-painted fingernails reach out and pick up his glasses. “I have such long legs that it’s hard for me to keep them under the table.”

Bellamy swallowed nervously and stood up as slowly as possible. He tried to keep his head lowered and his face shielded by his bangs. “Give me back my glasses, Astonia,” Bellamy demanded as he reached his trembling hand out to her. Shit, shit, shit. Just don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact.

A wolfish smile curled Astonia’s red lips. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” Bellamy said through gritted teeth.

“Alright, fine. Here you go, nerd.” Astonia laughed as she handed Bellamy his glasses.

Bellamy let out a sigh of relief, grabbed his glasses, and quickly raised his face so he could put his glasses back on.

Suddenly, it was eerily quiet inside of the pub and Bellamy realized that Astonia had stopped laughing. With his glasses now on his face, Bellamy risked looking up at her.

There was a look of astonishment on Astonia’s face, her brown eyes wide. “You…you’re so handsome without your glasses. How is that even possible?”

“Shit!” Bellamy swore in her face realizing it had only taken a second - just one measly second - for the curse to activate. “Sorry…I gotta go!” He turned and bolted out the front door.

Less than a minute later, however, the pub door opened, and Astonia emerged chasing after Bellamy. “Hey, Belle, wait!”

Bellamy grit his teeth and didn’t slow down. That’s when a gunshot split through the night and a mound of snow that was directly next to Bellamy exploded. He decided he’d better stop unless he wanted to end up full of holes.

“I said ‘stop’,” Astonia called out in a strangely calm tone. “Turn around.”

Bellamy gulped, raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, and turned around slowly to face Astonia. His eyes widened when he noticed that Astonia was holding an old-fashioned double-barrel shotgun in her hands. Most of the Hunters these days used semi-automatic rifles or pump-action shotguns.

Astonia approached Bellamy with a smile curling her scarlet lips. She stopped only when the gun barrel was pressed against Bellamy’s chest. Bellamy knew that she had one shot left in the shotgun. “You ran away from me.” There was an incredulous note to her voice. “That wasn’t very nice. Now, take off your glasses. I want to see your face again.”

Bellamy hesitated, but he had no choice - this lovesick biatch was crazy enough to blow a hole in his chest if he refused. He removed his glasses and glared at Astonia. “Happy?”

Astonia gasped, blushed, and lowered her gun. “I didn’t imagine it then. You really are drop-dead handsome. Do you know what this means?” she asked Bellamy in a giddy manner.

“No. Not really,” Bellamy replied warily.

“I finally have a boyfriend!” The Huntress exclaimed happily.

“And who would that be exactly?” Bellamy’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“You, silly.” Astonia shoved his shoulder playfully. “You’re the most handsome guy in Yeti Town. And that makes you the best. And I deserve the best.”

Bellamy swallowed thickly, and wiped his hands on his pants to try and hide his nervousness. “And if I refuse?”

Astonia raised her gun at Bellamy and pointed it at his heart. “I’m known for my bullets never missing their mark. Especially, if it’s the heart of a handsome young man. There is no escape. You are mine, Bellamy DeWinter.”

Bellamy’s head was throbbing; he could feel a headache coming on. He rubbed at his temples with his index fingers. Shit, shit, shit. Bellamy had no choice but to agree to this ridiculousness. For now. He couldn’t cause his mother any more problems and stress. “Fine. But I really need to get going now. It’s getting late and my mom waits up for me.” He turned to go.

There was a soft clicking sound as Astonia began to playfully pull down on the trigger. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Bellamy turned back around, and raised his eyebrow at the Huntress. “What?”

Astonia offered him an innocent smile. “Where’s my goodnight kiss, Belle?”

A muscle in Bellamy’s jaw ticked. “Think you could at least lower your gun first? It’s kind of a mood killer.”

Astonia laughed loudly and lowered her shotgun. “Of course, darling.”

Bellamy stepped forward reluctantly until he was standing directly in front of her. He tilted his head sideways and leaned forward for a kiss. He intended for it to be a quick peck on the lips, but as Bellamy tried to pull back Astonia wrapped her arms around Bellamy’s neck and kissed him fervently.

Then Astonia started to try to get her tongue into his mouth in a desperate manner. Bellamy stubbornly refused her entrance, and kept his lips pressed together.

Once Astonia finally pulled away so they could breathe again, they were met with boisterous cheers, catcalls, and whistles. “Whoo! Yeah!” “Way to go, city boy!”

Bellamy groaned and looked past Astonia to see that a crowd of people had gathered in front of the Polar Bear Pub. The pub’s patrons had become curious due to the gunshot going off outside, and had all exited the pub to see what Astonia had done now.

Bellamy spotted Oscar’s betrayed expression in the crowd, and felt his stomach twist itself into knots. Great, just great. More icing on the shitty cake. “Now, I really gotta go. See-ya.” He sped off down the snowy sidewalk and did not look back.

Astonia smiled and waved. “So long, honey!”

When Bellamy reached his home he opened the door as quietly as possible and entered. Thankfully his mother was fast asleep in her chair by the fireplace, and didn’t hear Bellamy as he rushed into the bathroom, sunk to his knees in front of the toilet, and proceeded to puke his guts out. That crazy bitch…

He felt…violated.

Was it normal for a guy to feel that way when a hot girl kissed him? He wondered ruefully. Still, that kiss had been against his will - even if she was attractive. Other guys would have probably done anything to be in his shoes. But not Bellamy.

He was feeling overwhelmed as his body was wracked by dry heaves. There was only acid left inside of his stomach at this point. Suddenly, it was all just too much. All the stolen kisses he’d experienced throughout his life, all the unwanted groping. He’d been treated like an object. He supposed he knew what a lot of women must feel like - being treated like sex objects.

I’m being retarded. I’m a guy. What does a stolen kiss matter? Bellamy scolded himself as he straightened and made his way over to the sink. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth out with Listerine.

After that he splashed water on his face and looked at his haggard expression in the bathroom mirror. His already pale skin was even paler than usual, his deep blue eyes were sunken, and his long dark brown hair, which he wore pulled back into a ponytail, looked limp and lifeless. Everything that had happened tonight was because of his handsome face. He was almost tempted to just pour acid on his face, but…

That would just make his mother cry, and then she’d probably blame herself for his rash actions. Bellamy decided that he had to deal with the ‘Astonia problem’ some other way, and without his mother finding out about all this.

Bellamy began to pace across the tiled floor as he thought about his options. He wondered if just giving in to what Astonia wanted might lessen the effects the curse had on her. Maybe after she’d slept with him she’d leave him blessedly alone. It was his only hope.

He was going to have to get his mother out of the house in order to put his plan into action. Bellamy knew that his mother was planning to travel to the next town over to sell her accumulated woodcarvings to a gift shop there in just a few days. That’s when he’d put his plan into action, he decided.

Bellamy quickly wrote a letter to Astonia, and set up a date with her to make sure she wouldn’t show up while his mother was still at home. The night of his mother’s departure, he and Astonia would dine together, and then…he shuddered. He’d give himself to Astonia. Bellamy only hoped Astonia would be patient and wouldn’t show up randomly to do something stupid while his mother was still at home.


Doris DeWinter knew something was bothering her son Bellamy. Over the following days, Bellamy helped her to finish her woodcarvings until a nice sizable collection was ready for her to take to the next town over where she sold them to a gift shop that specialized in having souvenirs for tourists visiting Alaska.

A couple of the carvings she was going to sell were of a yeti. Or at least, what Doris thought a yeti probably looked like. She pictured him as being a tall, monkey-like creature with fluffy fur covering his entire body except for his face. She’d come up with the idea to carve the yeti due to the town’s popular urban legend that an actual yeti, or Abominable Snowman, had been spotted in the forest nearby.

All of the Hunters in Yeti Town wanted to kill the yeti and get famous. Doris shook her head ruefully. She had the feeling that her yeti woodcarvings were going to be a hit.

Despite appreciating her son’s help with the woodcarvings, Doris couldn’t help but notice that ever since the party he’d gone to with the Hunters’ teenaged boys he’d become awfully quiet and withdrawn. She began to worry that perhaps something had happened at the party, which Bellamy hadn’t told her about.

She’d just wanted Bellamy to have the chance to make some friends his own age, but maybe she shouldn’t have meddled. It had been selfish of her to force Bellamy to go to that party when the reason she wanted him to go was to relieve her own guilt over the fact her son hadn’t been able to finish high school and currently didn’t have any friends.

Doris still felt responsible for the curse that her son now suffered from and for him having to live out there in the middle of nowhere with her.

When the day of Doris’s trip to the next town arrived, Bellamy helped her to pack all of the woodcarvings into a large burlap sack which he then secured to the back of the dogsled. A team of five huge Huskies was already attached to the sled. The dogs were incredibly intelligent and would be able to get Doris to the next town even through a snowstorm.

Doris was dressed in a gray fur-lined coat that had pretty, white fur trim on the hood, a pair of winter camo pants, gloves, a scarf, and heavy boots. “Thank you, Bellamy,” Doris said as she mounted the sled, and picked up the long, brown leather reins.

“Don’t mention it, Mom,” Bellamy said. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “You sure you’re going to be okay on your own out there?”

Doris offered Bellamy a reassuring smile. “I’ll be just fine. I’ve made the run on my own before and the dogs know the way. What would you like me to bring you from Coldfoot? A new jacket? A new book?”

Bellamy thought for a moment. He didn’t want to trouble his mother with buying him anything. But there was something he wanted. He was missing a rose quartz for his stone collection. Surely, it wouldn’t pose too much trouble for his mother to find him a small rose quartz at the gift shop. “Can you bring me back a small rose quartz for my stone collection?”

Doris raised an eyebrow at the humble request. Most teens his age would probably have asked for the latest smart phone. “A rock? That’s all. Bellamy…”

Bellamy took his mother’s hands in his and squeezed them tight. “Yes, mother - a rock. You know I love stones. And it’s the only one missing from my collection.”

Doris gave Bellamy a searching look, but then let out a resigned sigh. “Oh, alright. If that’s really what you want. I’ll bring you back the prettiest rose quartz I can find.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Bellamy leaned over and placed a kiss on his mother’s cold cheek, momentarily warming it against the frigid Alaskan air.

There was a haunting sadness in Bellamy’s blue eyes, and Doris wanted to do something to erase it. All they had was each other.

“Be safe,” Bellamy added when his mother didn’t get the sled underway immediately.

Doris smiled thinly, and snapped the reins. “Mush!” The dogs barked and shot off down the snow-covered road. As soon as Bellamy was out of sight, she frowned. Her son was hiding something. But she’d have to wait until she got back to find out what it was.

Driving a dogsled was easier than it looked since the dogs did most of the work. Or at least, this is how Doris felt about it. She barely had to guide their movements with the reins since the dogs confidently knew where they needed to be going, having done this run with Doris before. Doris also felt safe and protected having five huge dogs with her and probably would have been scared if she’d been out there alone on a snowmobile.

It wasn’t long before they were winding their way through the forest with tall pine trees on either side of the narrow path. A wolf’s howl echoed through the forest making Doris swallow nervously. She wasn’t a Hunter like her parents had been and never carried a gun with her. Her dogs were her only protection against predators. So far she’d never had a problem on this road between the two towns. But she was feeling slightly paranoid for some reason. That howl had sounded a bit…unusual. “It couldn’t be…the yeti?” Doris mused aloud with a nervous tremor to her voice.

Abruptly, from out of the trees a gigantic, white polar bear emerged onto the road right behind Doris, thudding loudly behind the sled. It opened its maw wide, and roared at Doris loudly, showing off its sharp teeth.

“Oh my God, a polar bear!” Doris’s eyes flared in alarm. She snapped the reins. “Mush! Hurry! Go faster!”

The team of dogs broke into a faster run, and continued their way swiftly down the main snowy road with pine trees blurring past them on either side.

Just up ahead, Doris saw that a tree had fallen onto the main road, blocking their path. “Oh no!” There was nowhere else to go. “Wait...” She spotted another road to her right and steered the dogs to head in that direction instead.

Doris and the dogs flew down the narrow path and just a few minutes later exited the edge of the forest, emerging onto an expansive frozen lake. Doris squinted as she tried to see the other side of the lake but it was so far away it wasn’t visible yet.

Even though it was unsettling how large the lake was, Doris didn’t hesitate in snapping her reins again. “Mush!” Her sled flew over the thick ice of the lake smoothly.

The polar bear burst out from the tree line a few minutes behind Doris and her dogs, and charged after the sled. The ice started to crack due to the polar bear’s tremendous weight. “We’re not going to make it,” Doris moaned, but then she miraculously reached the other side of the lake. The sled shot down a narrow path, which ended at a black wrought-iron gate that was a part of a towering stone wall that enclosed a large estate.

For a moment, Doris wondered if she’d have to get off the sled and try to figure out how to open the gate - when the gate opened of its own accord. Doris briefly pondered if the gate was electric, but snapped the reins and drove the sled through the open gate.

Doris glanced over shoulder, her mousy brown hair whipping in front of her face, and obscuring her vision slightly, expecting to see the polar bear following her through the gate, but watched as the polar bear skidded to a halt at the open gate entrance. It opened its maw and roared angrily, and appeared to be frustrated that its prey had escaped.

Doris frowned, wondering why the polar bear hadn’t followed her inside, and watched as the wrought-iron gate slowly closed behind her on creaking, rusty hinges. When Doris turned her attention to what was in front of her, she gasped in astonishment.

Doris and the dogs were approaching a Tudor-style mansion that looked like it’d fallen right out of a fairytale storybook. The mansion was made up of several different wings with triangular-shaped roofs. The dogs guided the sled right up to the sweeping staircase that led to the front door.

Doris hopped off the sled and approached the mansion warily. She put her foot down on the first step, and looked down due to the clicking sound of her booted heel hitting the surface of the step.

The steps looked like they were made out of blue ice. Doris removed of her glove before reaching down and touching the step. She’d expected it to be freezing cold, but she realized it wasn’t ice. It was a blue quartz crystal.

Doris laughed at her own foolishness. Apparently, she’d watched the movie Frozen one too many times. This wasn’t a palace made of ice, but it was still incredibly impressive. It must have cost a fortune to build the mansion entirely out of blue quartz like this. Doris mused about the possibility of an eccentric billionaire living there.

She carefully made her way up the slippery stairs, and arrived at the front door. Her dull brown eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful doorknocker. It was made out of a dark blue lapis lazuli and had been carved to resemble the face of a yeti with a large metal ring in its mouth. Doris reached out and stroked the doorknocker. “What incredible craftsmanship.” She took a deep breath to steel her nerves, grabbed the metal ring, and knocked. The door opened and she stepped inside.

To be continued in…Chapter 2:

Chapter 2:

“Oh, thank you. I seem to have lost my way-” Doris rambled as she entered the mansion, and the door was shut behind her. But when Doris turned around to see who’d opened the door for her - there was no one there. She frowned. “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone.”

Standing next to the door was a six-foot tall statue of a male butler with a stern expression on his face. The statue had been carved out of a gigantic piece of gleaming, polished onyx. Doris’s eyes widened at the sight of the statue, and she approached in order to get a closer look.

She reached out and touched the groves of its intricately carved suit. “Extraordinary. Whoever carved this statue was a master sculptor. There’s so much detail. Even the checkered pattern of the butler’s tie has been carved into the stone.” She stared into the butler’s face for a moment. “He almost looks…alive.”

That’s when Doris heard the sound of retreating footsteps. “Hello?” She called out, glancing around the impressive foyer. The floor of the foyer was checkered stone in different colors - blue lapis lazuli, blue-green turquoise, brown tiger’s eye, orange jasper, and green Jade.

“Bellamy would love this place,” Doris mused aloud as she walked over the stunning floor and entered the living room. A large, crackling fire was blazing inside of the marble and brick fireplace. An armchair that appeared to be upholstered with a dark green material sat directly in front of the fireplace.

Doris walked over and took a seat. “Ow.” She hadn’t expected the chair to be so…hard. At first, she’d thought the chair had been upholstered with a velvet material, perhaps satin, but now…Doris ran her hand over the green arm of the chair. “Jade. This chair is made of solid jade.” Her voice was tinged with awe. She’d never seen a piece of furniture quite like it before.

Out of the corner of Doris’s eyes she caught sight of a female silhouette. “Ah, finally, another person.” But when Doris turned her full attention upon the figure she discovered that it was a statue carved into the likeness of a maid, and made entirely out of lapis lazuli. Doris’s eyes widened as she took in the detail of the maid’s outfit - her frilly little hat, apron, and heels. She also looked incredibly lifelike.

Those statues were beginning to give her the creeps. Just where was everyone? Doris wondered fretfully. Someone had to have opened the front door for her, and someone had to have lit the fire.

Doris shrugged her shoulders and allowed herself the luxury of warming herself by the fire for twenty minutes. That’s when the clinking sound of cutlery reached her ears. “Hello?” Doris stood up and headed in the direction she’d heard the noise come from.

She entered a spacious dining room. The twenty-foot long dining table was made out of a solid piece of obsidian and was surrounded by eighteen armchairs that were made of different semi-precious stones for a very colorful effect.

At the head of the table on the other side of the room a place setting had been arranged with a plate of food and a full crystal goblet of red wine. Also, standing on the other side of the room was another stone statue. Oookay.

This statue was made out of translucent blue quartz and had been carved to resemble a little girl that reminded Doris of Shirley Temple with her head of ringlets and cute, frilly dress with puffed sleeves and Mary Jane style shoes.

Doris warily approached the head of the table and took a seat on the hard chair. She was famished, and salivated as she looked down at the plate of food sitting in front of her. It could only be described as gourmet cuisine: stuffed quails, au gratin potatoes, steamed green beans drizzled with garlic butter, and a slice of freshly baked bread.

Unable to hold back her ravenous appetite any longer Doris dug in. “Oh my God, this is so delicious.” Doris moaned as the tiny bite of quail she’d plopped into her mouth practically melted on her tongue. She’d never eaten anything so decadent before in her entire life.

She picked up the crystal goblet next, took a sip of the wine, and when she discovered it was sweet she chugged it back. The wine warmed her belly pleasantly. She set the now empty goblet back down on the stone table and would have felt embarrassed by her behavior if she hadn’t been alone.

“Would you like some more wine?” a small, childish voice asked.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” Doris absentmindedly replied.

Someone began to refill Doris’s goblet. Doris’s eyes widened slightly as she watched the red wine being poured into her goblet and turned to see who was doing that. She gawked at the sight of the statue of the little girl refilling her goblet. A scream slipped past Doris’s lips, and she scrambled out of her chair as she immediately tried to put as much distance between herself and the statue as possible.

“Oh drat, Daddy told me I wasn’t supposed to move,” the little girl lamented. “I forgot.”

“G-G-Ghost!” Doris exclaimed as she ran out of the dining room. This mansion…was haunted. The stone statues were…alive!

Doris exited the mansion, ran down the front steps as quickly as she could without breaking her neck, hopped onto her sled, grabbed the reins, and snapped them. “Mush!” She commanded her dogs and they obediently took off, heading for the front gate.

Doris had almost reached the gate when the garden suddenly captured her attention. All of the plants were made of stone. The bushes were stone clusters that resembled crystalline sea anemones that had burst out of the ground.

One such cluster was made entirely out of rose quartz. Bellamy. Doris thought, abruptly remembering her son’s request for a small stone. Doris pulled back on the reins, halted the sled, and hopped off before approaching the odd rock formation. “How beautiful. Surely, one little stone would not be missed?” She reached out and broke off a piece of rose quartz. However-

An angry roar boomed all around her and emerging from behind a stone tree was-

Doris gasped and dropped the piece of quartz from her limp fingers. “The yeti.”

The yeti was…real. The urban legend was true! The six-foot tall yeti had a somewhat slim figure that was covered in fluffy, white fur. Doris frowned when she noted that the yeti appeared to be female due to its womanly curves, and slender waist. The yeti’s midriff had been shaved to reveal the creature’s blue skin and bellybutton.

The yeti’s monkey-like face had sky-blue skin, and her otherworldly eyes were solid silver. The yeti had long, messy white hair, and a pair of small black horns curled out of the top of her head, making Doris gulp at their demonic appearance.

The yeti girl was furious. “Ungrateful thief! Was my gracious hospitality really that lacking?” she demanded with her hands on her hips.

“I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to…I…it’s just a stone,” Doris finished lamely.

Just a stone?” The yeti echoed with a dark edge to her voice. “That’s what I thought once upon a time, but no longer! I was cursed to look like this because of one tiny stone! Come with me!” The yeti grabbed Doris’s arm and began to drag her along while heading back towards the mansion.

“W-Where are you taking me?” Doris asked breathlessly, her entire body trembling in fear.

The yeti arched a fluffy white eyebrow at her. “The dungeons. Where else?” A cruel smile curled the yeti’s dark blue lips, revealing her pointed fangs.

“D-Dungeons?” Doris stammered, right before she fainted.


As soon as his mother’s dogsled was out of sight, Bellamy called Astonia and told her to come over for dinner at seven. Bellamy felt nauseous as he thought about what he planned to do with Astonia that night. He was going to give her his virginity. After that, hopefully she’d leave him and his mother alone so they could just live in relative peace and quiet.

I’m a guy…it shouldn’t really matter who I give my virginity to. I’m not some innocent maiden. I shouldn’t even be bothered by this. Bellamy told himself firmly.

Keep telling yourself that, Bellamy. A skeptical sounding voice piped up in his mind.

Bellamy ignored his reservations and cooked Astonia dinner. He’d decided to make a simple chicken potpie. Just when he was taking it out of the oven - the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” Bellamy called out, setting the potpie down on the kitchen counter. He approached the front door, and opened it to reveal Astonia.

“Hello, darling. Did you miss me?” Astonia questioned with a sly smile playing on her lips, but continued speaking before Bellamy could even respond. “Because I missed you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Bellamy replied evasively as he dodged a kiss and ushered Astonia inside.

Astonia was wearing a floor-length, orange, fox fur coat that had a large hood that she lowered as she made her way inside Bellamy’s home. When Astonia removed her coat to hang it on a peg by the door it revealed what she was wearing underneath - a knee-length, black dress with an orange belt, and thigh-high black leather boots with pointed toes.

“Mmm, something smells good,” Astonia commented appreciatively as she sniffed the air. “What did you make?”

“Chicken potpie,” Bellamy replied in a droning tone.

“Well, I’m starving. Let’s eat!” Astonia declared happily.

“Sure,” Bellamy agreed.

Astonia watched Bellamy like a hawk while he served two plates with generous slices of chicken potpie, and carried them over to the small, round dining table where Astonia was already seated.

Astonia glanced around the interior of the kitchen with a scrutinizing look on her face. “Your home is so small.” She scrunched up her nose in a snooty manner. “Your entire house could easily fit inside of my living room.”

A muscle in Bellamy’s jaw ticked in irritation at Astonia’s condescending attitude. What the hell was he supposed to say to a rude comment like that anyways? “That so?”

“Oh, yes, my family owns an enormous mansion. It’s the biggest in Yeti Town,” Astonia bragged. But then a thoughtful frown formed on her face. “Well, second biggest. There used to be a mansion near here that was even larger than our own. That’s funny…I can’t remember what happened to it.” She shrugged carelessly. “Whatever. It’s not important. After I manage to track down and kill the yeti - I’ll be rich and famous. Then I’ll have a mansion built that’s even bigger than my parent’s.”

Bellamy arched an eyebrow at Astonia’s bold and slightly crazy declaration. “Don’t tell me you actually believe in that silly urban legend?”

Astonia’s expression turned serious. “Oh, I do. It’s not just a legend. The yeti exists. And I will hunt it down and kill it. I’m sure its white fur will make me a nice coat.” Her red-painted lips curled into a wicked smile at the thought. “I’ll probably have enough fur to make a matching hat and muffler.”

Bellamy swallowed nervously at the fierce, somewhat murderous expression on Astonia’s face. He was beginning to feel sorry for the yeti. He knew what it felt like to be in Astonia’s sights. And what it felt like to be prey that had no escape. “I don’t doubt it.”

Throughout dinner, Bellamy could scarcely eat a bite of his potpie. His stomach was tying itself up into knots and he felt nauseous. He couldn’t wait for this to all just be over. I’m doing this for my mother and for her peace of mind, Bellamy reminded himself.

Astonia asked for some wine and after Bellamy managed to find her a bottle she pretty much ended up drinking the entire bottle by herself. She was such a boozehound.

Bellamy regretted he hadn’t drunk more - it may have helped with his nerves.

Dinner was over far too quickly, and Astonia chugged back the last of her wine. A predatory glint came to her brown eyes as she set the empty wineglass down on the dining table, and licked her lips. “That was delicious, Bellamy. Thank you. I think it’s time for dessert.” She stood up from her seat, sashayed over to Bellamy, grabbed his arm, and forcibly hoisted him out of his chair.

With a morose expression on his face, Bellamy looked down at his untouched plate of food. Astonia hardly noticed his unease, and started to bodily drag Bellamy up the stairs to the second floor. She impatiently looked down the hall, and nibbled on her lower lip. “Which one is your room?”

“Second door on your left,” Bellamy informed her.

Astonia dragged Bellamy over to his bedroom, opened the door, and shoved him inside before flicking on a light switch that illuminated the room. Astonia took a moment to critically inspect Bellamy’s room. To the left was a single bookcase filled with books on woodcarving, carpentry, and gemology. To the right was a desk and chair. The desk’s surface was covered in books that were either piled up or open. Scattered along the desktop was a colorful collection of semi-precious stones.

A small frown formed on Astonia’s face as she took in the amount of books that were in this room. “That’s…a lot of books. And is that a rock collection? You really are such a nerd. If you weren’t so good looking without your glasses I would never go out with someone like you.”

Bellamy remained silent.

Astonia shrugged and her attention turned to Bellamy’s bed. At least it was king-sized and was covered by a cushy patchwork quilt. Astonia supposed that Doris had probably made Bellamy that quilt. She felt a flash of jealousy since her parents would never make her such a sentimental gift.

Bellamy flinched slightly at the sound of Astonia closing and locking the door. The Huntress grabbed Bellamy’s hand and led him over to the bed before shoving him down onto it. Astonia smiled devilishly at Bellamy as she began to perform a sensual striptease for him.

First, she removed her boots one by one. Then she unbuckled her orange belt, twirled it in the air like a lasso, and tossed it aside. She probably thought that was sexy but Bellamy just cringed at the display. Astonia reached behind her and started to unzip her dress. She slid out of the dress to reveal her lingerie: a black silk bra trimmed with orange fox fur and matching silk panties.

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