Hey welcome back it's now Chapter 4! This one is a little dark but don't worry the next chapter will be way better. Might be a lemon soon! Don't own any of the original story line or characters. Enjoy!

(Ch 4)

Philippe took Beall into the dark, snowy forest. With out a cloak or a blanket Beall shivered as the coldness over took him. He could hear wolves howling and the wind shaking the weak dead trees. The wind whipped around him and caused him to shiver more as the cold seeped into his bones. He saw a fearsome, dark castle in the distance. His blood curdled at the sight. He shook but this time not from the cold alone. They trotted up to a huge gate that was the entrance to the castle grounds. "Father is here?" He asked the horse as the horse looked at the gate and became unnerved. Beall got off of the horse and soothed it. Then, he looked at the castle that was still a ways away from the gate it self. He looked down at the ground and saw a hat laying on the inside of the gate. He opened the gate and picked it up. "This is fathers hat. He must be here." Beall said as he looked at the horse. He then opened the gate more and lead the horse inside. They walked on the long bridge toward the castle.

They made it inside the castle grounds. Beall saw lots of red roses around the grounds. Beall loved roses, and he admired them before looking anywhere else. He also saw a stable so he put Philippe inside so that he can get warm. Then Beall looked up the stone steps at the huge door. It was dark and murky with evil looking statues of demons on the sides. He gulped down the fear in him as he walked up the steps to the door. He took in a breath and knocked. With no answer he knocked again with more force. The door creaked slightly open. Beall peaked inside to see nothing but darkness. He took another deep breath as he licked his lips. And pushed the door more open and went inside. He looked around and walked a little ways into the foyer. He looked back frightfully as the door slammed shut behind him. He gasped as he looked around franticly. He thought this place was creepy and he wanted to get out as soon as possible. And if not for his father being here he would have ran like the hounds of hell were on his heals.

Beall looked around as he walked the dark creepy hallways. There was creaking, and odd shuffling noises as he walked. His breathing picked up as the fear of the unknown crept into his mind. His hot breaths echoed around him as he walked slowly. He called out, "Father?" as he walked. Afraid of someone grabbing him up and torturing him laid adornment at the back of his mind. He tried to push all of his fears away. But one kept him going. The fear of his father's dead lifeless corpse. He hoped his father was alive but the gnawing feeling of dread kept squirming its way into his mind. What if his father was dead? What if he was next? What would he do if he couldn't out run the horrible monster that lurked inside of this creepy castle? All of these questions gathered in his mind. He tried to shake them. But, the feeling of despair was so strong. He had one mission. To get his father and leave. But, what if he failed? He knew he wasn't very strong, or courageous. Could he really rescue his father? He didn't know but he had to try. He thought as he walked the dark dim lit hallways. He herd whispering and he gulped and called out, "H-hello? Is someone there?" His voice was shaky and he tried to sound like he wasn't scared but it only came out as a soft weak voice. Like a girls. "I-I'm looking for my father. I..." He said as he saw a door open and a light going up the cold, dark, stone steps. The light was headed toward the tower. He sucked in a breath and followed the light. Half way up the steps the light that had gone up the steps was gone and in its place stood a candle that was lit. "That's odd. I thought..." He murmured to himself.

"Beall? Is that you?" A rough but familiar voice rang out in the dim light.

Beall sucked in a shaky breath, "Father?" He called as he headed in the direction of his father's voice.

"Beall?" His father said as his arms came through the bars.

Beall grabbed his hands and put one on his face, "Oh, father. Your ice cold. But, I am glad your alive." He told him as all his worries slipped away from him.

"Beall you must get out of here. It's dangerous here. The beast will find you." His father told him.

"Beast? Father no I wont leave you. I have to get you out of here." He told his father as he looked for something to pick the lock. He grabbed a touch and looked around on the floor and walls for keys or something sharp to pick the lock on the prison his father was in.

"Beall, you must leave me here. I've lived my life. You need to live yours. Please just go." His father told him.

Beall shook his head, "No, father. I'm going to get you out of here." He told his father. Then a low growl sound behind him. His light hair at the back of his neck rose and fear coursed through him. His eyes widened and his breath shook. He turned around slowly as the touch in his hand dropped from his hand and a water puddle doused the light. Beall backed up away from the huge dark figure standing in front of him. His back hit the door to his father's cell. The dark figure had to be twice his size. He knew he was already a short young man to began with but this figure was so big it had his heart racing with dread. This was the monster that he had feared. This monster was going to torture him. His body shook, his lips quivered, and his breath came out in shaky breaths.

"No! Beall! Please spare..." His father was saying to the beast.

"Silence!" The beast growled in a deep husky angry voice.

"P-Please, let my father go... He's sick..." Beall plead to the beast.

"THEN HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TRESPASED HERE!" The beast roared at Beall. And that made Beall gasp and turn toward his father's hands. He pressed the icy cold hands to his face as fear gripped him.

He had to do something Beall thought. His father would surly die if left inside this prison. "Th-then, take me instead."

"NO! Beall!" He father whelped.

"You..." The beast said then looked down at the young man as realization spread across his face. "You.. Would take his place?"

Beall heard the deep words and he sucked in every ounce of courage in himself as he asked, "I-if I did. Would you let him go?" He asked in a weak soft voice.

The beast thought for a moment, "Yes, but you have to promise to stay here forever!" The beast told him.

Beall had no idea who or what he was talking to. And he wanted to at least see before he said yes. Beall licked his lips nervously, "Come into the light..." He said to the beast. The beast nodded and stepped into the ring of moon light that streamed in from a open window in the castle.

Beall sucked in a breath as his eyes gasped up at the horrifying beast. The beast had cold blue eyes, with horns like a demon, and sharp fangs that hung over his bottom lip. He was harry with dark brown fur and large hands with long sharp claws. His hands could easily crush his skull, his claws could claw out his insides, his mouth could tare at his flesh. He looked away and gripped his fathers hands. He had to do this for his father. He couldn't live knowing that he left his father for dead with a beast. He sucked in a shaky breath and looked at the beast, "Y-you have my word."

"Done!" Was all that the beast said as he pushed Beall aside and opened the prison door to grab the older man.

"NO! BEALL! DON'T DO THIS!" His father whelped at him as the beast picked him up and carried him away.

"WAIT! WAIT! FATHER!" Beall yelled as tears ran down his soft face. His whimpers could be heard as the beast carried the old man down the steps.

"Please. Please. Spare my son!" The old man plead with the beast.

"Son?" The beast asked as he pulled the old man to his face. He had thought Beall was a girl. But he had mistaking his soft voice for a female's. He scuffed at the old man, "He is no longer your concern!" He bellowed as he through the old man into a machine and told the machine to take the old man to the village. He turn on his heal and headed back up to the tower where Beall sat and cried on the cold stone floors.

As the beast walked up the steps to the tower the candle holder that was in the hallway came to life and said, "Since she's going to be staying here for awhile. Wont you offer her a more conformable room?" The candle holder suggested politely.

"She's a he." He growled at the candle holder as his hot breath blew out his little flames. And the beast walked up the remaining steps. He saw the young man weeping on the floor with his hands covering his face.

Beall looked up at the beast with his bright golden brown eyes glistening with tears as some of the tears dropped on to his soft cheeks and ran down his face to his neck. Beall's pink full lips quivered as he said, "Y-you didn't let me say good bye. I'll never see him again. You didn't let me say good bye..." He whimpered softly as hot fresh tears left his eyes.

The beast didn't know what to say. The young man looked like a girl. He had soft looking skin, pink full lip, small hands, small waist, and a soft voice all like a girl. But somehow this was a young man. His heart thumped at the sight of Beall's cute crying face. He could offer him a room, he thought. The boy could be of some use to him, he supposed. He placed his paw behind his head, "I'll show you to your room now." He told Beall.

Beall looked at the beast with shocked eye, "My room? But, I thought..."

"Do you really want to stay in the tower!?" He asked in a booming voice.

Beall gasped, "N-no..."

"Then follow me." The beast said simply as he turned on his heal and walked down the stairs. He grabbed the talking candle holder on the way down the steps.

Beall got up as he wiped at the tears and followed the beast. He gulped as a fearful thought came into his mind. What if the beast was taking him to a torture room? What if the beast was going to rape him? And torture him to death? He thought. He after all didn't know the beast's true intentions. Why was he suddenly being nice to him? If indeed he was taking him to a normal bedroom. What was he going to do to him? He wondered.

As the beast lead the boy to the other side of the castle the candle spoke up to the beast, "Is he really a he?" He asked.

"That's what the old man had said." The beast had told the candle holder.

"Perhaps you should say something to him he looks upset." The candle holder suggested.

"Uh... I hope you like it here..." He told the boy. The candle holder made a motion to urge the beast on. "The castle is your home now. You can go anywhere you like except the west wing."

Beall was shocked. Home? West wing? "Whats in the west wing?" He asked curiously.

The beast stopped and yelled, "IT'S FORBIDEN!"

Beall gasped and looked at the beast while he shook in fear. His lips quivered slightly as some remaining tears streamed down his face. His eyes wide with fear looked at the beasts face. The beast had a very angry look on his face. Then the beast's face smoothed out as he stepped up to the boy, "Are you really a boy?" He asked Beall.

Beall looked at him in shock, "Y-yes... Wha-what are you going to do to me?" He asked as fear gripped his chest. The beast's eyes widened as he sat the candle holder on a shelf and stepped closer to the young man. The beast towered over him so he had to bend down to come face to face with Beall. Beall shook at the bone-chilling stare of the beast. "P-please... Be gentle... I-I'm sensitive..." He plead with the beast as sobs welled up in his throat. He knew he couldn't fight off the beast and he knew the beast would probably catch him if he ran.

The beast looked at Beall's lips as they quivered. The boy looked up at him as fresh tears ran down his cheeks. "Sensitive?" The beast growled as he leaned in more and sniffed the boy. He closed his eyes as he inhaled Beall's sweet smell. Then he opened his eyes as he watched Beall shake. The beast lifted his paw to the soft cheek of the boy and wiped up a tear. Beall gasped as he jumped at the touch. The skin was soft, smooth, and warm. The hot tear soaked into the beast's digit. He watched the boy as the beast touched his soft skin. Beall's mouth opened as gasps escaped his lips. The beast then seen the bruise on his right cheek. "What happened here?" The beast asked as he touched the bruise.

Beall winced in pain at the beast's touch, "G-Gaston... He wasn't gentle..." He told the beast.

The beast's eyes widened, "Did he rape you?" He asked Beall.

Beall looked away, "No, I got away before he could. But, if I hadn't of got away he would have." He told the beast.

The beast's face scrunched up in an angry look. "I'm not like this Gaston. I'm not going to do anything to you... Yet..." He told the boy as he stepped away and picked up the candle holder. "Come on..." He said as he turned and continued to walk.

Beall looked at the beast's back as he tried to still his heart. He's not going to do anything to him? Yet? When was he going to do something to him? What was he going to do to him? What did he have planed? Beall thought as he followed the beast.

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