"It's over, Beast! Belle is mine!"
The rain beat hard on the two figures, cold, wet and never ending. Though it seemed like they just disregarded it, it was just dragging them down.
Since becoming more human, the Beast decided not to result to violence, even through the love-torn, 'I'm-on-my-way-to-steal-your-girl' kind of vibe, man strongly supported it.
But there, he saw her. His beauty, his Belle, staring at him on top the balcony, in of her stunning glory. Lost for words, he simply stared up at her, before his mind steered back into the dreadful trap called reality. Oh right. The ripped, lover-boy who was seconds away from injuring the Beast.
Having to think fast, he said, "Is she?"
Lowering his weapon (and his threatening, wrathful facial expression towards the Beast), the man didn't hesitate one moment before smirking proudly, and declaring, "Well, yeah! She's the most beautiful girl in town, which makes her the best, which I deserve the best, therefore, Belle is mine!"
Having no reply from the Beast, he lifted his weapon again, ready to attack the Beast with full force.
Knowing what Gaston replied with wasn't true, The Beast spoke slowly, hopefully just enough so the strapping man would at least understand most of it. "Listen to me, then,"
Gaston still had the same smirk on his large, bony face, with his facial expression looking rather intrigued by the hairy creature trying to reason with him. Though Gaston wouldn't allow himself actually take the advice from some vial, clumsy, soft fiend, he wanted to see the thing try.
"If I've learned anything these past few weeks, it's that you can't force someone to love you. The best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving."
Gaston had to laugh at that. Him? Striving to be someone completely different?
"Oh, I'm worthy of loving! Those villagers love me, everyone loves me!" Gaston claimed, getting a little hotheaded.
"But Belle doesn't. Because you're selfish. But you can change!"
At that point, the love-sick, self-driven, good-looking maniac had to stop and actually think! It was a dangerous pastime, he knows. But wheels in his head started turning, and while listening to Beast's words about having to change just for one girl was a little far off.
"Look, Belle might not love as much as you would like too, but if you change just so you don't go walking into things you don't understand, she might give you a second chance."
After taking some consideration on his part, Gaston looked at the hairy, blue eyed, creature-thing with worry and fear in his own blue eyes, "That's crazy! Do you know what the town would do to me if I started acting like, like Belle does?"
He stopped before adding, "And I took advice from a horrible, wretched, Beast? Gaston takes no advice from anyone, besides himself!"
The Beast frowned at his description, but continued, "Look inside, Gaston. If all this is for Belle, then ask yourself what Belle would want you to do."
Now this is the part were Gaston was especially stuck. What would Belle want me to do?, he thought, Go read a no-picture, have to use your imagination, book? Be odd for the rest of my life? Have the whole town turned against me because I've become just .. like .. her...
He was a big jerk, wasn't he? And now he's allowing himself to take advice from the beast and thinking about it? What was wrong with him?
Finally, he just sighed, letting his thinking process come to an end. "D'you really think she'd care?"
It was another long pause before the burly, brawny man with his jet black hair all in his bony face and his clothes soaked from the rain spoke again.
"...Would you tell her what I did?" His voice was quiet but vehement.
The Beast nodded "Of course."
"I hope you're right about this."
Gaston then sighs, turning away from the Beast. The Beast thought it was all over, but he was dead wrong.
Gaston had killed him before he even could take a sigh of relief. At least he got one last look at his Belle.