Here's chapter 4 of "A Beast and a Rose" short wait. I know. I just finished this today, and I don't know when I'll get another chance to type up chapter five, though. Enjoy!

Chapter 4. "What Will He Do To Me Zis Time?"

In his lair, the Beast took hold of a mirror and said, "Show me ze cheri."

The blurry-gray fog that loomed inside the mirror began to flow in a circle, it then parted from the inside out, to reveal Violette wandering the corridors of the East Wing of the castle. Good. She is nowhere near my lair. The Beast thought as the fog loomed over the glass again, then said, "Show me Violette."

The mirror showed him the same sequence. Violette wandering the East Wing of the castle. The Beast suddenly realized why she had seemed so familiar. Ze cheri is Violette! Toulèse told her to never come back! But, if she was lost in ze woods, then she could not help it. What am I to do?

As Violette wandered the long corridors of the castle, for a moment she felt as though she was being watched. She looked around, and didn't see anything, and moved on...

Pierre wandered through the woods, careful not to loose his way. For getting lost in the Dark Forest, was all one had to do to find the castle of the Beast. And finding the castle was the last thing Pierre wanted. Even though Pierre didn't want to go to the castle, he had no choice.

It all started a little over three years ago, when he was nine years old. His father had taken him along on a business trip to Paris, and on their way back, they stumbled across the castle of the Beast...

Flashback:

The sun was setting, and Monsieur Molière had driven his horse hard through the day. He had to get home to his wife, Elaina, with their nine-year-old son, Pierre. He and Pierre had been in Paris for nearly a month trying to get his business affairs done. But soon, he lost his way in the Dark Forest, and stumbled upon a castle. Monsieur Molière drove the horse up to the gates and hollered, "Is anyone zere? We do not mean to intrude, but I have lost my way!"

Pierre jumped in fright as the big gates opened all by themselves, and asked in a small, frightened voice, "What is happening Pere? Why is zere no-one opening ze gates?"

Monsieur Molière put his arm protectively around his son and replied, "I do not know, Pierre."

Then, a hideous beast stepped into the middle of the archway and growled, "Who are you?"

And if little Pierre wasn't frightened enough already, he was scared out of his senses now, his father replied to the voice, "Please, my son and I were traveling zrough your woods, and I lost my way! We need a place to stay for ze night! We will be off your lands by noontime tomorrow! Please mi'lord!"

"MHMHMH...Very well, you may stay. But only for ze night. And touch nozing zat is not for you to touch while you are in my realm." the Beast growled.

The Beast stepped out of the way and let Monsieur Molière through. Pierre caught the Beast's eye as his father rode through the gates. A mistake which would prove to be very unlucky for Pierre later on in the future.

The next day, as Monsieur Molière was getting the horse ready to set off for home, Pierre was looking at the roses in the Beast's garden. There were roses of every color imaginable! There were blue, pink, yellow, purple, orange, maroon, lavender, dark-violet, indigo, black, silver, gold, bronze-gold roses, and the most beautiful of all the roses, were the red ones. The red roses were not just red, they were the most perfect shade of blood-red. And Pierre took a liking to the most beautiful one of all. The little boy thought he would pick it, and bring it home for his mother. So he stepped as close to the bloom as he could, took hold of the stalk, and snapped the bloom off the bush.

Suddenly, there came a thunderous roar, and little Pierre stood rooted to the spot in fear. His father rushed over to him saying, "What did you do now, Pierre?"

"I do not know, Pere." Pierre replied.

Pierre had dropped the rose when he heard the beast's roar. It lay on the ground next to his foot. Pierre trembled as the Beast came stalking up to them.

"Who took a rose from my garden?" he snarled.

Monsieur Molière looked at his son and saw the bloom next to his left foot. Pierre trembled as he looked up at his father. The look in his eyes said, "Please Pere, help me. Please..."

"It was you, Boy. You took the rose. I told you not to touch anyzing zat was not for you to touch." the Beast snarled at Pierre.

"But mi'lord, Pierre is only nine years old. How could anyone count on him understanding zings like what you proposed to us? How was he to know zat he was not to touch your roses mi'lord?" Pierre's father asked the Beast.

"How far away is he from turning ten?" the Beast asked.

"One month. Why?" Monsieur Molière answered.

"Starting after he has turned ten, ze boy will come to my castle for one week out of a month." the Beast

decided.

"But mi'lord, he is only..."

"I said after he has turned ten!" the Beast roared, "He will return here after he turns ten. If he is not here in two months, you, and your entire family will die." he then turned to Pierre and said, "You can keep the bloom, it has lost it's value now." then stalked away.

As Pierre and his father were riding home, Monsieur Molière looked at his son angrily and said, "Why, Pierre? Why did you take zat rose?"

Pierre had been terrified ever since they had left the Beast's castle. He answered his father in a terrified voice that was nearly nonexistent, "I am really sorry Pere, I did not know. Honest I did not. I only wanted to give it to Mere."

Monsieur Molière's heart softened. "You have a good heart, Pierre. Even zough you can be hard to handle at times. I hope you will not do anyzing foolish like zat again."

"I will not Pere. I promise." Pierre said, still very afraid.

"Zat is one of ze good zings about you Pierre. You never do ze same wrong zing twice." his father said to him...

End Flashback:

That day had been three years and three months ago, but Pierre remembered it well enough that it could have been yesterday. Why did I take zat horrid rose? Why? Why?

"What will he do to me zis time?" he thought out loud as he lost his way in the Dark Forest, and came upon the castle of the Beast.

Violette had entered the West Wing of the castle. As she wandered through the corridors, she felt something take a strong hold on her wrist. She flashed around and heard Arlette's voice say, "You must not go any farther."

"Why not?" Violette demanded.

"Because the Master will not have you wandering any farther into his quarters zan zis." the voice replied.

"Arlette, let her be. I wish to have a word with you, moi cheri." the beast said as he came out of the shadows.

Violette blinked in surprise. Why would he want a word with me? The beauty thought as the voice called Arlette replied, "Oui, Master."

"I know your name is not really Beauty, Mademoiselle." the Beast said to Violette.

"What do you zink my name is zen?" the beauty asked.

The Beast answered her question with one word. And that word was, "Violette."

Violette froze. She now knew why everything seemed so familiar. This was the castle she had grown up in. She looked into the Beast's eyes and asked, "Toulèse?"

"How did you know who I am?" Toulèse asked.

"Your eyes are ze same as I remember." Violette replied, "I will leave if you want me to."

"Non. Do not leave. I you need to know what has become of ze castle." Toulèse said.

"It was put under an enchantment?" Violette guessed. "It was not zat hard to figure out. Ze candelabra is Lumiere, ze clock is Cogsworth, ze teapot is Mrs. Potts, and ze teacup is Chip."

"You will never cease to amaze me, Violette." Toulèse said.

"But, are you not angry zat I came back after you told me not to?" Violette asked.

"Non, I am not." Toulèse replied, "You may stay here as long as you like."

"Merci, Toulèse." Violette said as she headed back to her room.

When she had gone, Toulèse sighed and said, "How can it be possible? How can I be in love so fast?"

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