Okay guys, Beauty and the Beast is my ultimate favorite fairy tale and since I'm in a dark mood let's do this.
This story will be on the darker side of the T ratings so please relax...
All flames will be used to heat my magical hot cocoa which I will drink and laugh at how you think you're better than me.
Belle wandered through the dark, empty halls. The smell of musty and undisturbed air filled her nostrils which made her feel the need to sneeze, but she stifled it at the last minute. She really didn't want to be caught by the Beast, but her curiosity was too much to be pushed down by even a library.
The first thing that really caught her attention was a painting of a young man with lengthy auburn hair and blue eyes that even though the expression had a bored undertone there was almost a whole other world in his eyes. The only thing that disturbed his calming beauty were three diagonal gashes in the canvas.
A light pink glow tore her attention from the beautiful painting. She turned and saw a bright pink rose floating under a glass cover. She quickly wandered towards it and lifted the glass off. She gently stroked the petals.
"What are you doing in here?!" the Beast roared.
"I just-"
"Get out!" his arm swung towards her and the claws sprouting from his finger tips tore through the delicate flesh on her abdomen.
With a gasp Belle put her trembling hands over the gushing wounds.
Through his fury the Beast didn't understand what he had just done. "GET OUT!" he bellowed in her face.
Belle spun on her heel and ran.
She was getting woozy from the blood loss. She stumbled on her own right foot and tumbled down the stairs. She hit the marble floor at the foot of the stairs with a sharp gasp of pain, tears springing up in the corners of her eyes. The poor girl got desperate to breathe through the pain so the took long, calming breaths through her mouth. There was no way she could walk. She was going to die there with the echoing sounds of crashing furniture in the distance.
"Master?" Lumiere said softly when the noises had calmed down. He had left the brave girl in the care of Mrs. Potts.
"What?" the young prince turned Beast rumbled.
"The girl is hurt."
"She'll be fine. Just let her get over it."
"Not in the heart Master. You... Hurt her physically." his already strong French accent grew thicker from all of the raging emotions inside him.
"What?" finally he looked up from the rose that was again safely encased in its glass prison.
"She's bleeding horribly." The next thing Lumiere saw was his Master's purple cloak swooshing by him as he ran to the stairs only to stop when he saw Belle.
Her beautiful brown hair was undone and splayed around her head with the ribbon knotted in her chocolatey locks, her skin had gone from a healthy milky glow to nearly translucent, and her dress... Oh her dress... Across her abdomen were four deep gashes that under the candle light seemed to be as bright as cherries but the blood surrounding the wounds had dried to become crusty and rust-colored. Even far above her he could see slight hints of the white bone from beneath its fleshy covering.
He nearly dove to her side and lifted her head gently. "Belle, I'm sorry."
Her eyelids lifted to show that her brown eyes were slightly glazed over. "Beast?"
"I'm here, Belle."
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't... mean to." she coughed and blood trickled down the right edge of her mouth, staining the soft coloring there.
"Don't apologize. Please." He begged tears falling off his face and dotting Belle's.
Belle wasn't even crying, she was just smiling gently. "It's okay. I forgive you. I-" she coughed again and warm blood splattered the fur on the Beast's chest. "'M sorry." she whispered weakly.
"Don't." he said stiffly, trying to stop crying. "You shouldn't be dying. It's my fault. It's all my fault. You were supposed to love me." a broken sob barked through his lips.
"I messed up." she breathed gently.
"No. I did. You were perfect."
"Beast..." she whispered in awe.
"Yes Belle?" he asked, terrified for the first time in his life.
"It doesn't hurt so much anymore..."
"I-I'm glad."
"'M so tired." her eyes glazed over even further.
"Sleep Belle. Just sleep."
"Could you sing to me?" she asked weakly.
"Of course." he choked slightly. "Bonne nuit, mon an-" he choked, but then he began again with a smooth and deep voice full of beauty that was shocking to hear from such a terrifying creature.
"Bonne nuit, mon ange
C'est l'heure de fermer les yeux
Et de mettre ces questions de côté pour un autre jour
Je crois savoir ce que tu me demandais
Je crois que tu sais ce que j'essayais de dire
Je t'ai promis que je ne te quitterais jamais
Et tu devrais toujours savoir
Que où que tu puisses aller
Où que tu sois
Je ne serai jamais très loin
Bonne nuit, mon ange
Maintenant c'est l'heure de dormir
Et il y a encore tellement de choses que j'ai envie de dire
Souviens-toi de toutes les chansons que tu m'as chantées
Quand nous sommes allés faire du bateau sur dans une baie émeraude
Et comme un bateau dans l'océan
Je te berce pour que tu t'endormes
L'eau est sombre et profonde
À l'intérieur de ce vieux coeur
Tu seras toujours une part de moi
Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu
lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu
Bonne nuit, mon ange
Maintenant c'est l'heure de rêver
Et de rêver combien ta vie sera merveilleuse
Un jour ton enfant pleurera peut-être
Et si tu chantes cette berceuse
Alors dans ton coeur
Il y aura toujours une part de moi
Un jour nous serons tous partis
Mais les berceuses restent encore et encore...
Elles ne meurent jamais
C'est ainsi que toi
Et moi
Serons."
Sometime during the lullaby Belle had closed her eyes and fallen asleep with her chest pausing in its rising and falling. "Sleep well Belle." he whispered, nuzzling her forehead, which was as close as he could get to a kiss.
The next morning Maurice went back to his small home to see Belle in a golden dress with her hair done up lying on the front porch. Inside the house was riches that would carry him on until his respectable death.
Maurice didn't strike against the creature, while he did hold some resentment he understood the message that the dress held. The fearsome creature had loved her dearly and regretted harming the young girl.
Gaston didn't respond to the news of Belle's demise. He just found another girl to try and woo, he succeeded and even though she bore him two girls and one son he never married her. He took the boy and went to some other town where he could find some better hunting grounds.
The Beast... After making sure that Maurice would die comfortably he barred himself up in his room and allowed himself a deserving death. He wouldn't respond to any of the knocks or calls of his faithful servants. Once he did die the spell wore off and all of the servants slowly left, Lumiere being the last. He really had begun to care for the young Master and regretted not being there for him in the end.
Eventually everyone forgot about the true tale of the young girl who charmed the beast. Belle and her nameless Beast became nothing more than a story and Lumiere figured that, in the end, that was best for everyone.
So guys... That's it. Sorry for not continuing Help Me, but this has been trying to claw its way out of my cranium.
Here are the lyrics to the lullaby he sang to Belle:
Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu
lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me
Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be
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Love,
The Lonely Goddess