The Beautiful Beast Servant: The Story of My Reincarnation

The cup flew into the room, and the tea that was inside was spilling on the carpet on the way until I heard the porcelain breaking against the wall, a small dark stain of a liquid started to leak, staining the pink paint on the wall, the tiny fragments of the cup broken fell to the floor, making little noise because of the soft, carpeted floor.

- THIS IS HORRIBLE! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! HOW DID THEY ALLOW THIS SHIT TO BE SERVED?

I shouted to one of the maids. Whether she was the one who brought that damned tea or not, it didn't matter, if they had even smelled what they brought me to drink, they certainly wouldn't have served me. It smelled and tasted like dirty water, not counting the color. Proof of that was the wall of my room with a dark stain now, completely unacceptable.

There were three girls there, all younger than me, some of them prettier too, faces of young girls just out of childhood into a youth of servitude. That's what they deserved, having been born into poor families, fate doesn't smile on everyone the same, and they weren't guilty, I knew, but no less innocent. Surely those pretty faces attracted looks that I would like to draw.

- Aren't you going to clean? - I said, gritting my teeth, and they shivered a little, not knowing quite what to do.

If Regina were here, I wouldn't need to be dealing with these three idiots. I didn't even know their names.

One of them slowly moved to where the cup had broken, bended down, and started cleaning the shards. That one had a little future, and who knows if out of the three of them would continue to serve me. The other two looked at the third for a few seconds. One of them also took courage, approaching with the head down to the small table next to the armchair where I was, began to put back to a silver tray, the pitcher with the water for the tea, the ingredients for this, when she reached for the muffin that came with it, I stopped her with a gesture.

- Just the tea, make another one, any other that doesn't taste like shit.

- Yes, ma'am. Forgive me, miss, whoever provided this tea was...

- I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM, IF IT CAME FROM THE GARDEN OR HELL, JUST BRING ANY OTHER THAN THAT, UNDERSTAND?

My voice made her tremble all over, and her face started to form that ugly expression of someone who was going to cry, wrinkling her forehead and chin. I liked that. It calmed me down a little, and I even smiled with satisfaction.

- Ask that other useless one over there to clean the carpet. She's shivering without doing anything. By chance, she didn't piss herself, did she?

I laughed mockingly. The little girl didn't heard my words and returned my laugh with an embarrassed smile. She was the prettiest of the three, and that irritated me. Did she think she had the right to do nothing just because she was pretty?

My countenance immediately closed, and hers trembled as before. The other picked up the tea apparatus and gave my order to the pretty-faced maid. They both left, the third also, with the porcelain shards clutched in her uniform apron.

It didn't take them long to complete their work, clean, sweep, and try their best to make the wall painting return to the color it was. The stain had diminished and lightened, but its edges were still visible, no chance I would leave it that way. A servant would have to come and paint that part. I gave the order for one of the three to call someone to sort it out and have my tea served in the garden. To my surprise and disappointment, as I was looking forward to seeing them make a mistake and giving them the treatment they deserved, they were all almost impeccable in their duties, and it wasn't long before I was enjoying tea with some sweets in one of the most beautiful parts of the garden.

The tea was excellent, as were the sweets, but as usual, I was alone.

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Hours later, after walking around the mansion, reading in the library, and trying in vain to talk to Mom, too busy with my wedding preparations to even exchange a single glance towards me, I decided it was time to go back to my room, at this point it couldn't have such a strong smell of paint, besides it was already getting dark. I should change for dinner, which was sure to have my fiancé, the third son of an important Duke in the region.

When I opened the door to enter the room, I was pleasantly surprised. I felt my face heat up with rage as I saw that maid, the prettiest of the three, twirl in front of the room's large mirror, usually covered with a black cloth, which was now on the floor. She was hugging in front of her body one of my dresses, a gift from the Duke, the father of my future husband, an elegant pink dress with pearls as adornments, genuine pearls, which that girl most likely didn't even know how to differentiate.

She twirled and hummed a waltz, eyes closed, had neither heard nor seen my presence. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, the smile on her lips turned to an expression of astonishment, pure terror at my approach, the anger expressed on my mirrored face before her.

- YOU BITCH!!

Before she could act, my hands grabbed her by the hair, or rather, by the white cap of her uniform, holding her close to the hair strands, which were red and beautiful. But that wasn't my focus; worse, it became even more reason to pull that hair with a force I didn't even know I had. She screamed in pain and dropped the dress, trying to reach my hands to release her or struggling to let me remove it.

Her despair had no result. I pulled her back hard and avoided looking in the mirror as much as possible while I threw her to the floor with a bang, she was crying, and my face was full of hate.

- How dare you, you mediocre little maid? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? MESSING WITH MY DRESSES? TWIRLING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR? ARE YOU RETARDED?

Every screaming question, I pushed her with my foot away from the closet, it wasn't kicks but strong shoves, and she put her hands on her head, crying out loud.

- S-Sorry, miss... I... I wasn't going to get it dirty or anything...

- YOU ARE AN IDIOT? IT'S NOT A MATTER OF DIRTY, YOU FILTHY! KNOW YOUR PLACE! YOU ARE JUST A SERVANT, AND YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING ELSE. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!!

She was still crying and apologizing. Behind her arms, I could see her crying face, I wanted to see the ugliness of the wrinkles and the sadness she showed, but this time she looked beautiful, even crying, a helpless little animal that anyone would like to take care of. It was only then that I allowed myself to look in the mirror.

The sight of my own face created different feelings in me. Disgust was almost always present, but there was also a sense of sadness. My eyes began to water without me having the strength to stop them, and along with that, I had a feeling of injustice. Why me? The blond hair was voluminous and beautiful, and the body slender, although I had put on a little more weight in the last few years, enough to grow some curves that were hidden back in the days when I was thin as a stick, but the face...

I stared at him, my face scarred by ugliness and unattractive features, but the worst thing was the scar cut, deep, eternal, disgusting. The curse I carried from birth.

The anger I felt rose again, and the gaze, directed at my deplorable face in the mirror, went to the nearby desk, where I retrieved a small knife to open the envelopes they used to deliver. I took it right away while the little maid continued to curl up and writhe on the floor, a helpless, beautiful little animal. It was disgusting, despite knowing that the disgusting one was me.

I glared at her and lunged forward without a second thought, raising the knife with a scream as I went for that idiot servant.

I pulled her arms away, one of my knees pinning her to the floor as I tried to hold her with one arm. It was clumsy, but anger was my strength as I carved cuts into the girl's arms and face, which screamed, not for apologies now, but for help. I was also screaming between each descent of the knife on the girl's white skin.

- DO YOU WANT TO BE JUST LIKE ME? SO, FEEL!! FEEL IN YOUR SKIN WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE A HORROROUS FACE LIKE MINE!!

At some point, I felt myself being taken off her, with some aggression, while the other two servants from earlier helped her with care and delicacy.

- Get that filth out of my room now...

And it was done almost immediately. There was no dinner with my fiancé that night. I had dinner alone in my room.

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At dinner time, the other two servants were present, and nothing was said about what had happened. Of course, I didn't ask anything, and they knew I didn't care about the condition of the person I injured myself. Next to them, one of the servants placed a table and chair in the corner of the room, next to the open window that overlooked the garden. The evening breeze was warm and the atmosphere pleasant. The food was good too, seafood, soup, the soft bread.

I was refreshed now, not only for what had happened, but I seemed to feel lighter after getting it all out. A part of me suffered for the girl, it wasn't like me to do that, and I'm almost sure that the news getting out, the servants who didn't like me much, would like it even less, but my family paid their wages, they would have to tolerate, it was their fate.

I drank the wine for the first time after eating some of the food. It tasted good, better than others I've had, so I drank more, there was something about it that I couldn't differentiate, but that appealed to my palate. I left the glass on the table and ate some more before I started to feel drowsy.

Of course, after that burst of energy, it doesn't surprise me to be so tired, to the point that my eyes were closing often, barely able to see the plates in front of me within seconds. Maybe it would be better to guide the girls to take me to bed, I made a gesture with my hand, and one of them approached. I didn't know who. I tried to give the order, but I couldn't. All I saw were flashes and blackouts, like flashing lights.

In the midst of this, I thought I saw a hand take the knife on the table, the same one I ate until a face appeared in front of me. Feminine and beautiful, it was one of the maids. Before I could distinguish which one of the two was present there, I felt a gasp escape my mouth, and my eyes opened wide, another gasp and a hot, liquid sensation in my mouth, in my neck. The pain began to come, dulled by the drowsy feeling that took over my body but not my senses.

Now that I could see well. It was the one who had cleaned up the shards, the second most beautiful after the one I hurt. They had very similar faces, with this one in front of me being the oldest. I understood everything now, even before she spoke.

- That's for what you did to my sister, you FREAK!!

After hearing this, everything went dark.

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I opened my eyes, scared, sweating cold, shaking, and tears fell from my face to where I was lying. It was soft. Maybe it was my pillow, I imagined. So it was all a dream, worse, a nightmare. I didn't hurt that servant for real. It was all in my head, as well as the revenge of her supposed sister. I think I'm reading too many novels. They've had some pretty morbid stories recently, mostly about revenge.

So that's it, it was all a bad nightmare, but maybe I should be nicer to the servants, just in case.

What's strange is that I'm looking at the ceiling and not recognizing the cloth above me, red, so different from the golden fabric that covered the canopy of my bed. I sat on the bed and looked around. That was definitely not my room, but it was a very nice room too, I just had never seen it in my life, and it certainly wasn't one of the ones at home.

I may not have died, but something had happened to me, that was for sure. When I looked at my body, it was different. Wearing a cream-colored nightgown with some frills, a little thinner, a lot whiter, my skin looked smoother than I ever had my entire life, and I felt even smaller than I was in my twenties, it seemed I had returned to my adolescence years. I got out of bed and looked for the mirror in the bedroom, it was uncovered, and for a moment, I hesitated to go to it, not wanting to see that horrible face of mine. Still, there was no way, I needed to see myself completely, so I went there in slow steps until I was mirrored entirely.

I was amazed, delighted, and scared all at once. There were other feelings expressed in a face I didn't recognize as mine. The biggest surprise in that face was the ears that were not human but of some animal, fluffy and furry above the head. What was that? Who was that? To freak me out, even more, a big fluffy tail appeared behind me, wagging lightly, but I still remained paralyzed, even after seeing that.

My biggest scare and what mattered most at that moment was how beautiful my face was.