Hello! Well, here is part 2! I don't own Beauty and the Beast or the original characters. This story is based off the 2017 version. I would never write a redemption fic for the 1991 Gaston!

This was a scary step, trying my hand at writing a redemption story for Gaston! But God helped me. I've put this as a two-part story of Learning You Were Wrong because the first one turned out sooo long! Hope you will enjoy this one as much as the first.

BTW, have any of you seen Dan Stevens in The Man Who Invented Christmas yet? We love it! Dan is hilarious and so expressive as the imaginative, creative author who loves writing! But at the same time, he tugs at your heart. It was a beautifully done film, and important to Dan as he's admired Charles Dickens for years.

Also, have you seen the trailer yet to Luke Evans' new US film, 10X10? Oh my word, I want to see it but at the same time, I'm afraid of how it's going to end, especially after the ending scene of the trailer! Very well done cliffhanger preview! And man, Luke gets scary when he gets angry!

So, now Lissa is in deep trouble. Can Gaston save her in time? Will they be able to enjoy their lives again? Or will he be too late this time?

The main reason Andre is bitter against Gaston is because though his brother Charles was dying, Gaston didn't keep his word to at least bring help, to do something and when Andre found him, Gaston was callously having a good time, as if Andre and his brother didn't matter at all. So…

PLEASE leave reviews! And I'm gonna try to update my other stories.

So...here it goes!

When Lissa began to regain consciousness, her senses told her she was in trouble. Her head hurt sharply, she felt woozy, and she was lying back on a hard wood floor. Her middle hurt too, but she couldn't understand why. She didn't remember.

She was coming out of her drowsiness, but then she realized this wasn't her house! Lissa knew the smell and creaks of the floor boards at her and Gaston's home, and she knew the feel of them too from cuddling on the floor with the dog sometimes. And these were not it! There wasn't the familiar homey scent of sawdust, leather, flower-smelling plastered walls, gunpowder, or Jesse's dirty paws. This place, wherever it was, smelled musty, and underground, and like aging wood. She wasn't at home, and she surely wasn't at the castle! Where was she? Lissa's eyes flew open...to darkness, and she began to panic.

"Where am I?" She gulped. Her head ached like a beehive and she had to squint to get her bearings. Her eyes flitted around anxiously. As far as she could see, she was in a very dimly lit room with a rickety table in the middle of it, a single candle on top of it, a couple chairs, and a couple of bare shelves against the wall. But there were no windows or other source of outside light and it was damp, encased by aged stone walls. "Lord, where am I?" Lissa panted. She turned on her side, but that made her head ache worse. "What happened?" She tried to remember, but her memory was fuzzy right now and thinking hurt her head. "Lord, please...I'm scared! Please send help. I'm afraid!" She prayed frightfully.

She moved her limbs and arms around to discover to her gratefulness that she wasn't fettered or chained to anything. It had been fourteen hours since she'd been knocked out and taken away from home, but she couldn't possibly know that. In this dark confinement, there was no way for her to know what time of day it was!

Just then, she heard the door in the corner being unbolted and unlocked from the other side, then it opened. Lissa gasped loudly and scrunched back against the wall, holding her stomach. She tried to calm her breathing as three tall figures entered. God, protect me! Please! Please tell me this is a bad dream! Wake up, Lissa! Come on, wake up! Oh, Gaston, where are you?! I need you! Lissa's stomach twisted icily in fear, but she tried to fight off the trembling her body was doing.

"Well, it's about time." One of the men, the one in the middle, remarked lightly. "I was beginning to think I'd conked you too hard! I'd hate to see that happen, it would spoil all my plans."

"Who are you!?" Lissa demanded. "What do you want with me? I don't know who you are."

"Let me refresh your memory." The bigger man behind the middle one said. The guy in the middle removed his black mask, then the guy on his left lit the lantern and held it up so Lissa could see their faces. Lissa's heart nearly stopped and her face went ghostly white. These were the very guys who had seductively pursued her at the fair! And the one in the middle, with the light brown hair, she recognized his voice! He was the one who attacked her just three weeks ago!

GASTON! Lissa wanted to scream out loud, but somehow she knew he wasn't here. Oh, how badly she wished he was here right now! Gaston, please find me! PLEASE! "W-why did you bring me here?" She asked shakily, feeling extremely dizzy and purely terrified. No, no, NO! This can't be real! It CAN'T be happening! I have to wake up!

"I think Andre should be the one to answer that." The youngest, smallest man answered. "It was all his idea." Lissa braced herself.

"Please...please don't hurt me." She gulped hard.

"Aww, poor kid. Just look at her, shaking like a leaf." Andre sneered. The two other guys laughed scornfully. Lissa glared and turned her eyes to the floor. "Sorry I had to scare you so bad, but I'm afraid it was unavoidable."

"Why?" Lissa gritted her teeth.

"You two know the story. You can leave." Andre ordered the other two. "Save me a drink!" The two mugs left the room. "I kidnapped you to lure your brother here." He said plainly.

"Gaston? I'm afraid I don't understand." Lissa cleared her throat. "How do you know him? Why do you want him to come here?"

"So I can kill him!" Andre hissed.

"W-what?" Lissa's shuddered in horror.

"You mean he's never told you?" Andre narrowed his eyes at her. "Just the kind of lying I'd expect that slime-ball to do."

"W-why do you want to kill him?" Lissa asked, her lip trembling. She clasped her head tightly, trying to focus.

Andre eased himself back on one of the rickety chairs with one leg arched on the table. He pulled out a shiny knife! Lissa's face paled ever more and her heart thudded even more shrilly in her ears. Andre jerked a slab of whetstone from his coat pocket and began sharpening the already fine blade. The sshriiinnggg of the metal hitting the stone sent shivers of tingling fear down her back. She tried to shield her eyes away from the threatening sight, but she couldn't pry them away. "So, you really don't know what this is all about, huh?" Andre huffed.

"I'm afraid I do not." Lissa swallowed, trying not to speak in a quivering voice. Maybe if she kept him talking, he wouldn't hurt her.

"Well, you see, it's like this. Seeing as how you're so beautifully ignorant of the gory details, I'll be more than happy to explain." Andre gave a crooked smile. Lissa clasped her hands together, tensely gnawing on her fingers. Andre glanced at her with a hideous sneer. "First of all, I've had a delightful time watching you."

"W-watching me?"

"Oh, yes! You are one busy girl. And might I add, attractive." His lip curled evilly.

"I'm not impressed by your complements, thank you." Lissa huffed, avoiding eye contact.

"Your loss." Andre shrugged, and only continued to sharpen his knife. "It's been quite entertaining, watching you and your brother day in and day out, innocently going about your business. As if you didn't have a care in the world. Puh! Little did you know!" He laughed.

"You've...been spying on us!" Lissa exclaimed, grimacing. "How long have you been prowling on us?"

"Since the beginning of summer." Andre simply said. "Well, I'd been searching for months, and I knew of the famed Gaston the Hunter and that he resided in Villenueve. But when I came in the winter, I didn't find him strutting around anywhere!"

He was in jail at the time, Lissa thought gratefully and frightfully. She winced from her aching head and let it lean against the wall.

"At first I thought Bastien had given me the wrong information." Andre continued. "So I ventured out in all the neighboring villages and even farther. All the people I interviewed confirmed that he lived in your backwater town. So, I went back. Still no sign of him. I did spot you once in a while. That was enough to keep me interested. You certainly fed my nerves while I waited endlessly. You see, I couldn't show my face or ask around about you. That would spoil everything! And then finally, near midsummer, Gaston the Great returned! At long last! Then I knew it was time to let the games begin! You cannot possibly understand what a thrill that gave me!"

Lissa's heart dropped into her stomach...even more nauseating than it already was. He'd been stalking them all this time. And all this time, she'd thought they were safe! "That's how I knew at the fair, it was time to make my first move! Unfortunately, you didn't cooperate quite as we had planned. Now, this? I can't tell you what a happy man you've made me, giving me this chance I've waited for, for so long!"

"Did Gaston do something to make you angry?" Lissa asked timidly.

Andre spat bitterly at the wall. Lissa cringed. "Did he make me angry? Ha! D-, if that ain't a h- of a laugh! Did he make me angry?" Andre chuckled creepily. Lissa backed away from him even closer to the wall. "I was under that pig's command back during the war. Me and my brother, Charles. We were privates and always together! Gaston wasn't too bad. A great big blabbermouth I'll tell you, and a strain too uppity, but aside from that, very efficient. More than efficient. He enjoyed nothing more than to win a victory...then boasting about it.

'It was a hot August day. I remember every detail. We'd been ordered to move out on a ten mile scouting expedition, under Gaston's command. It was blazing hot. We'd marched for eight miles when enemy fire started in on us. We returned their fight with all that we had.'" Andre's face darkened, like a provoked wolf. Lissa watched him closely, but she had to look away. His countenance was becoming more and more disturbing.

"Charles was at my side, same as always." Andre said slowly, his tone and curling fists becoming more and more agitated. "A blast rang above our heads and then an unearthly scream of h-blown pain. I looked: Charles was down! His whole chest was blasted, blood everywhere! I yelled for help. Our recruited medic on the patrol was dead. Gaston said...ha! He said he'd hurry back to base and get help! He promised! And a whole h- of a lot that was worth!" Andre furiously stabbed his knife into the table, making Lissa jump. She really didn't like where this explanation was heading, but she felt she needed to know the rest.

"Our patrol, what was left of them, cleaned out the enemy. Then the big, brave captain promised to return as soon as possible with a medic! Within moments, my brother was dead in my arms! I couldn't save him. The last thing he told me was to make him proud. I waited and waited for medical help, but they never came!" Andre yelled. Lissa grimaced. "It was near sunset, and I never received any returning soldiers. I had to leave my brother, in the field, for the vultures! It was nightfall by the time I got back." Andre's face was crimson.

"W-what happened?" Lissa asked in a tiny voice.

"You wanna know what happened?" Andre glowered sharply at her, his tone accusatory. "You really want to know?!"

"I don't really want to," Lissa shivered, "but I have a bad feeling that I should know."

"Smart girl." Andre's voice became smoother and he reached his hand out toward her face. Appalled, Lissa lunged toward him about to bite his finger, but he briskly pulled it back.

"Don't touch me." Lissa warned him as vehemently as she could. If only Gaston was here! She wasn't sure how effectively she could hold his guy off on her own, without her big brother, or Jesse.

"Ooo. Tough one, aren't you?" Andre smirked down at her. She looked away. Then he roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. Lissa jumped and shrieked. Andre half glared, half smirked. "Look at me!" He growled. "You said you wanted to know. Well, I am about to tell you! Trust me, you don't want to miss this!" Lissa nodded timidly, glad that he had resumed his position at the table, only he stood. He took his knife and began ruthlessly stabbing the table. Lissa clenched her own arms, petrified. Andre began hissing out profane words, referring to Gaston. Lissa covered her ears to block out the filthy language. She knew he must be duly angry, but she couldn't stand this.

"I made it back." Andre panted, his face glistening with sweat, his shoulders heaving and sagging. "The General wanted to know where I'd been. I completely ignored him. You know what I found? You know what the h- I found? Your brother...your sniveling, cowardly, bone-brained, trashy brother! Was he overseeing the reports of the patrol? Oh, no, no! He was sitting around a campfire...drinking ale with four other officers! He wasn't concerned about a fallen soldier. He was ripping it up and having a good old time!"

"Ohhh..." Lissa shook her head, wincing hard. Hearing those words cut her to the core. Now she completely understood why this man was so vindictive about Gaston. It was hard to swallow that the caring brother she knew now had been the same pompous jerk who'd wronged this man. She knew all too well what kind of punk Gaston used to be: selfish, haughty, smug, disreputable, and downright dangerous. Now? Now Gaston was meek, thoughtful, cocky at times, but above all, honorable...now! But she felt a flare of old anger rise up inside her as she recalled how cruel Gaston could be back in the day. It was an old feeling, yet it felt estranged. Still there though. Lissa hated it.

"I was madder than h-'s flames!" Andre shrieked, slamming his fist into the table. "I wanted to kill him right then! And I would've too, if those stupid morons hadn't pulled me off. Oh, if you could have seen the look on his face when he saw me. He was indeed shocked. I struck out at him. I would have killed him with my bare hands. But they put me under lock and key for striking a superior officer. That night, I swore to heaven and back that I would get even with all five of them and would make them pay dearly for it!" Andre was stomping around in a dangerous rage, his fists clenched, his face beet red and dripping with sweat. If Lissa didn't know better, she could have sworn she saw steam evaporating off his entire body.

"I went after all of them. I put up the strongest ruckus I could. For eight years, I've been behind bars! Me! Me! That horse's r- of a finely decorated Captain Gaston should've been behind bars! The last thing my brother said to me was to make him proud. Oh, and I will! I swore vengeance on all of them. The other four? Ha! Did I ever get rid of them! And your brother is next in line."

Hot tears sprang to Lissa's eyes. She knew that Andre was terribly angry. She could sympathize with that, easily. But he'd let it consume his entire soul. And now he'd become a true monster. "He'll get his comeuppance." Andre sneered. "Will he ever! I will make him pay worse than when he gets tossed into h-."

"Please, stop!" Lissa begged. She could not endure anymore of this grimy conversation. Andre pffted with his lips.

"I left him a note, explaining everything. I want him to know exactly who he's dealing with! He has a little less than seventy-two hours to find you."

"And...if he doesn't?" Lissa gritted her teeth. Andre squinted at her hideously. He grinned, showing his teeth and chuckled cruelly. "L-look, Andre," Lissa feebly trying to reason with him, "I understand how you feel."

"You don't know a d- thing!" Andre snarled back at her.

"Yes, I do!" Lissa blurted back defensively.

"How cute."

"Listen to me, please. I understand your anger. I've been there! I know what a thug my brother can be, and arrogant. I've seen how violent he can get with his temper, and how dangerous he can be when he doesn't get what he wants. But...I have to tell you something! He's not like that anymore."

"Liar." Andre spat, slapping her face.

Lissa bit her lip and continued. "I'm not lying. Gaston is my brother, I've lived with him all my life! I've seen his dark side and it was truly terrifying. But you have to believe me when I tell you, Gaston is different now! He's not the same man he used to be. Last year, he did something terrible that I had witnessed, and I ran away because it was too much to deal with and I was afraid of him. But I was attacked by wolves and they almost killed me. It really shook up Gaston. He started rethinking what he'd been doing with his life and he was ashamed of the choices he made. He's been kind and decent ever since."

"Isn't that lovely?" Andre muttered sarcastically. "Did he happen to mention my brother?"

"No..." Lissa said timidly, "but if he's read the note you left, I guarantee you that he is remembering your brother, and that he feels remorsefully responsible for what happened, wishing he could make it right for you."

"Oh, he can make it right..." Andre sneered creepily, gripping his knife, "...by using you for collateral damage." He held it straight toward her. Lissa gulped hard. She hated that manic gaze he was giving her, it made her feel extremely queasy. She must have looked it too because Andre rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you...just yet. That would make it too easy. First, I want to play a little game with your brother. I want him to feel the fear, and the same pain, and the same helplessness he caused me that night. You'll be in distress and he will be suffocating from the inside knowing he can't do a thing to stop it. And when he breaks down, I'll kill him, like I should've done years ago. Come here!" Lissa didn't move.

Andre grabbed her wrists and she let out a small, frightened cry. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna tie you up, that's all." Andre hissed as he roughly coiled her hands together with a tight rope. Then he pushed her away.

"Andre, p-please, don't do this." Lissa said in a quivering voice. "Why don't you just beat me up, then let me go? I don't even know where I am, or how to get back home. It couldn't possibly be dangerous for you. I know you're very angry, and I don't blame you, truly. But please...please don't kill me!"

"Tsk. Now don't start crying on me. Sit down! You're not going to make it easy on me, are you? Well, sorry. I'll admit, you're a pretty one and not the first choice I would usually consider doing this to. But, your brother took my brother, someone I cared about. I'm just returning the favor." With that, he took the lantern, and bolted and locked the door from the outside as he left.

Lissa huddled against the wall, hugging her knees close to herself and shedding tears. Her head mercilessly ached, her sore stomach was in a knot, and she couldn't wake herself up from this horrendous nightmare. She hoped so hard that Gaston would find her and get her out of this mess. Yet at the same time, she didn't want him to come here, it was too dangerous! Lissa was so very sickly afraid. There was no doubt what the outcome of this nightmarish situation would be. It was only a matter of who was going to die first: her, or her brother?

"One little sparrow falls to the ground.

No one can see 'cause no one's around.

Lonely and scared that he'll never be found,

Lost in a world so big.

Yet there is one Who sees sparrows fall,

God our Creator sees them all;

Watches each tiny sparrow fly,

And when it drops to the earth,

He hears its cry."