Disclaimer: i do not own any of the movies i used to write this story. god , i wish i could say something witty out here but i just can't.

After the maid had left, Brianna laid on the bed for hours, trying to sort things out through the storm of her thoughts. She came to the conclusion that things were not that bad: even if he was a beast, the master of this place had not tried to hurt her.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten since the previous morning. She remembered the breakfast she had with Gertrude and felt her heart sank. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. If she had learned one thing over the past years, it was to never give up.

She stood up and, opening the door, she checked to see if anyone was outside.

Satisfied, she went out and tried to remember where she was exactly. She followed the long and larger hallway where shining armours where looking at her. Then she turned left and arrived in front of a door. She pushed it open and found what she was looking for. The kitchen was large and well tended. No one was there and she snuck out to take some bread and a bit of cheese. It was little but she did not want to wake the servants and risk their punishment because of her. After she ate, she left the kitchen and felt the urge to explore the castle.

She was trying to decide which way to go when she saw a shadow. She froze and thought of hiding but she gave up the idea.

She will have to face him eventually. She sighed when she saw an old woman appear.

"Well hello there. I thought I saw someone," she said with a soft smile.

Brianna felt instantly secured and smiled back.

"I was hungry. I did not want to wake anybody, not after…"

"I understand. I am the governess."

Brianna bowed and gave her her name.

"Well Brianna, were you going back to your room?"

"Actually, I wanted to visit the castle. If that is alright."

"The master did say you could go wherever you wanted to, didn't he?" she said, smiling.

"yes he did."

"Then follow me, please."

"Thank you," she said, grateful. She will probably get lost if she was on her own.

The governess showed her the dining room, the kitchen, the larger dining room and the ballroom. Brianna could not believe her eyes. The castle was enormous. She wondered who the beast was to have such a possession.

"The gardens are wonderful, but it is too dark and the snow…"

"The snow?" asked Brianna, surprised. She glanced by the window and saw that everything was covered with white. She had always loved the snow and the sight of it warmed her heart.

"It is beautiful."

"Indeed."

"What is over there?" she asked, pointing toward a large staircase.

"That is the west wing. No one goes there but the master."

So this was the forbidden west wing? thought Brianna. Ever since she was little, she had been warned that her wild imagination and her burning curiosity were a bad mix and will put her through trouble. And yet, she could not help but fell the urge to go and see what was in there.

"If you will excuse me, I must go. Will you find your way back?"

She was leaving her? It was almost like an invitation she thought.

"Yes. Thank you for everything, you must be tired."

"Not at all, my dear."

Brianna watched her leave and felt herself torn between her curiosity and her guilt: she really wanted to know what was in the west wing but she did not want to betray the governess's trust. She casted a glance at the staircase and knew that reason had lost its battle.

She climbed the stairs and reached a large black woodened door.

She battled to open it, for it was heavy but managed to do it. She checked to see if the beast was in view but nothing was moving. She entered the dark room. She almost fell when her feet got caught up by a fallen curtain.

Everywhere, furniture were broken, shattered on the floor. She began to retreat when her eyes caught a glimpse of blue.

She turned around to be met with a deep blue gaze. Frowning, she stepped forward and saw that it was a portrait. It was torn in two. She pieced it together and stood in front of a teenage boy. His eyes were mesmerizing, deep and blue. His features were handsome: he had sandy blond hairs and a strong chin. Though he was young, there was something almost arrogant about him. But his eyes. His eyes were so sad. She had seen that boy before, but where?

She was still wondering about it, when a light appeared out of the corner of her eyes. She tore herself from the portrait and saw a single rose. It was floating and an unnatural glow was surrounding it. It was protected by glass. Petals were scattered on the table above which she floated.

Hypnotized by its beauty, Brianna stepped closer and took the glass away. She was about to touch it when she hesitated. What right did she have to do this?

She did not have time to retrieve her hands. The glass reappeared above the rose and a large figure clouded its glow. Brianna stared into the eyes of the beast and what she saw terrified her. He was clearly mad with furry.

"What are you doing here!"

"I…"

"Do you realize what you could have done!"

"I am sorry,"

He roared and pushed a table that went crashing against the wall. It exploded.

"Please," she begged.

He sent another furniture flying across the room and approached her.

Before he could touch her, she ran away. Her heart deafening her, she climbed down the stairs and went to the stables. She climbed on Phillibert's back and pressed him to go. She was blinded by fear.

A loud roar echoed in the castle and the horse ran faster. They were quickly swallowed by the darkness surrounding the forest.

He had seen her face: she thought he was going to hit her. And for a moment, he wanted to. Then she ran away and all he felt was despair: he had ruined everything. But why had she come here? He told her it was forbidden. What would have happened if she had touched the rose? Maybe it would have been destroyed, condemning him forever.

That is when he realized that until the last minute, despite himself, he still had hope. He would not have gotten so angry if he did not think that he still had a little chance.

And now, she was gone for good. He could not blame her. But what was she to do, alone in the woods?

Something might happen to her. At that thought, he felt fear rushing like a wave inside of him, making his heart beat faster. Fear for her. Before he could think about it, he was running outside, following the tracks she had left behind.