As the Beast went into his room and laid down on the stone, cold floor, he could feel his wound worsening.

"This is ridiculous," he growled.

"Ridiculous for the pain or ridiculous that you won't have anyone help you?" a voice asked. As the Beast turned, he saw Eton walking inside his room and as he walked, a musical sound seemed to float around the room.

"G-Get out," the Beast hissed.

"Why?"

"Because you're not welcome here!" the Beast hissed, now standing and approaching Eton. "Stop fooling around. You can fool them, but you can't fool me!"

"What do you mean?"

"Your scent gives you away," the Beast smirked; this made Eton frown. "Your scent is very, very similar to a man I once called my friend. Maestro Forte."

"Is that so?"

"Yes! He sounded and looked a lot like you…but I can tell that you are not him." The Beast said, now circling him more. "Who are you?"

"I will reveal that in time. What I want is for you to let me help you," Eton said.

"Why?!"

"Because you need someone to lean on. It is unhealthy to be alone all the time. Especially when there are many that love you." Eton replied gently.

"What are you talking about?" the Beast asked, venom leaving his voice.

"You keep carrying the burden of being alone and not letting others help you. And even worse…you believe you are destined to be alone because you lost a dear friend," Eton said.

But the Beast was not fazed; he turned his back and began to walk onto his balcony.

"Some people need to be alone Eton. This is how life is. Look at Belle…she agreed to stay with me, but she deserves better than this. Better than what I can offer her."

"You are separating yourself." Eton said knowingly.

"I am only doing what is best!"

"Are you?" Eton said, now raising an eyebrow. "Is making yourself suffer really doing the best thing for you and for everyone?"

The Beast was about to say something, but just growled and began walking towards the exit.

"You don't know anything about me or this castle!" he huffed.

"I know a lot more about you than you think. You are right that I may not be Maestro Forte, but I do know more about you and he than you think." Eton replied. The Beast turned and saw Eton walk towards him with a gentle and reassuring grin.

"While I know that you don't know about me and it will take time to trust me, you will in time." Eton grinned.

"Don't be so sure of that! I don't want any strangers in my castle!" The Beast huffed. But as he began walking away, Eton arched a challenging eyebrow.

"Will you give me a chance at least?" Eton asked.

"NO!" the Beast said, now very exasperated.

"Your highness! I beg you to reconsider or else I cannot complete what I came here for!"

"That is not my problem!"

"I will give you three chances your highness!"

"You'll give ME three chances?! Who do you think you are?!" he growled, now charging at him.

"One…"

The Beast was getting closer.

"Two…"

The Beast snarled as he was now only seven feet away from literally throwing him out of his castle.

"Three…"

And with those words, Eton's fingers sparkled and soon the Beast was surrounded with a thick, green and gold magic like cloud. Within seconds, as the Beast tried to get his vision adjusted, he noticed he felt different!

"W-What happened?" he said groggily. But as he looked up, he growled at Eton, but noticed that Eton appeared much larger than before!

"You are not very intimidating with that appearance your highness. Do not worry; it will wear off once I have had a bit of fun with you," Eton chuckled, now reaching down and picking him up. "Come, look at your reflection."

But as they walked over to a mirror, the Beast let out a yell in horror! Eton had changed him into a large, fluffy, brown cat!

guestsurprise: Uh oh! Bet you all didn't expect that one! ;)