Before I start, I would like to say a few things. First of all, I have Babetteisawesome's permission to write this story. I told her my idea, and she gave me permission to continue the series with this book. Second, I will be continuing The Special Ones. I am going to be doing both stories. Because of that, I probably won't update too often (not that I did anyway).

Babette, Lumiere, and Cogsworth made their way down towards the dining hall. Babette giggled slightly as she watched Cogsworth practically skip down the hall, his now fully grown wings fluttering with each bouncy step. After Babette's evil reign had been ended, Mrs. Potts had devoted her time and healing magic to restoring Cogsworth's wings. Just yesterday, they had grown back to their full size, and Cogsworth couldn't be happier. Just thinking of the time when Cogsworth's wings had been sliced off sent the memory searing into Babette's mind.

"Y-you called, Mistress?" Cogsworth stammered.

"The Beast is starting to get out of my control. I want you to find Tamers to get him back in check." Babette instructed, her back to him. "However, I don't want these Tamers to know about the servants' magic. Your wings will have to go." An enchanted blade appeared in her hand.

Panic coursed through Cogsworth's veins. "There is a way for pixies and fairies to hide their wings." Cogsworth said quickly, cowering at the thought of that blade removing his wings.

"Do you know how?" Babette asked, clearly losing her patience.

"Well, it takes practice to learn, and I never bothered because I thought it'd be a waste of time," Cogsworth trailed off as he saw Babette's grip on the blade's hilt tighten. "But I can learn! If you give me some time, I can do it, and until then I can hide my wings under my jacket." Babette didn't listen to his pleas. Instead, she whirled around and sliced the sword down on Cogsworth's wings, leaving only an inch of his former wings behind.

A shriek that sounded as if it should be coming out of a siren instead of a pixie echoed throughout the halls of the castle. Everyone within its walls could hear the pained cry. It was not long before Mrs. Potts appeared in the doorway. "Get rid of him," Babette said. Mrs. Potts gently picked up Cogsworth (who had shrunk to his five inch size) in her hands, and left the room.

Babette shuddered at the horrible memory. How had she been so cruel? Why hadn't she listened to him?

"Isn't it hard to believe that Adam and Belle have been ruling for a year now?" Lumiere sighed.

"I find it hard to believe that just a year ago you were in a fireplace." Babette answered, her tone slightly light hearted and mostly remorseful. Just as she finished speaking, they arrived at the dining room. The three servants took there seats and waited for the rest of the servants to arrive.

Angelique sat down in the chair beside Cogsworth. The pixie and the siren exchanged a smile. Babette glanced over at Lumiere, wondering if he was suspecting the same thing that she was. "Do you think?" Babette whispered in her husband's ear.

"You never know," Lumiere whispered back.

The last of the servants arrived at last. Once everyone was seated, Adam raised his goblet. "I propose a toast to the beginning of a new and prosperous reign just as we have had this past year." A cheer rose from the servants at their king's words. Everyone began to drink.

All of a sudden, Lumiere began coughing and choking. Babette bean to panic. Mrs. Potts was at his side in a heartbeat, ready to use her magic. "That's not wine," Lumiere gasped.

"Peculiar," Angelique trailed off. "Usually if a glass would be poisoned, it would be the king's."

"Perhaps they had the wrong glass." Cogsworth suggested.

"Or, someone wanted Lumiere dead." Angelique added.

000

That night, Cogsworth and Babette were making there way towards the servants' quarters in silence. Thanks to Mrs. Potts, Babette knew Lumiere was going to be fine, but she couldn't help but worry that Angelique could be right.

"Cogsworth!" Lumiere's enraged voice echoed down the hall. He stormed down the hall but stopped short when he saw Babette standing there.

"Go on, Lumiere," a voice said behind him, "tell her the truth." A pair of ice blue eyes shined from the shadows behind him. Angelique stepped out of the shadows, a wicked smile on her face.

Out of the corner of her eye, Babette saw the same expression mirrored on Cogsworth's face. When he smiled, Babette could see a set of brilliant fangs that weren't normal for a pixie. What was going on?