A/N: As always, I do not own any of the Disney Characters, would love to own Jack Skellington, do own this story and plot so no stealy! Anyways, thank you goes out to all of my readers. With out you I wouldn't have the motivation to post these fanfictions. I am also working on another fanfiction. Look at my profile and read the other one please. Anyway, on to the story. Enjoy!

The Blood Moon

"Get up you wretched girl, tonight is the night that I get my revenge! You shall all pay!" Gaston screamed. Belle groggily obeyed. She had been beaten the night before in one of Gaston's drunken rages. Not only was she covered in bruises she was sure that her arm was fractured. She had tried to defend herself and had gotten hurt in the process. 'I never should have tried to get that knife from him.' Belle thought.

"Pick up the pace. We have to be in the clearing before the moon is in total eclipse! Hurry it up you vile, poor excuse for a human being." Gaston yelled at the top of his lungs. The commotion scared some birds that were trying to sleep in the tops of the trees.

"Were exactly are we going, Gaston?" Belle asked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Gaston said in a taunting manor. He tugged sharply at the ropes that bound Belle. "We are almost there anyway." Gaston said matter-of-factly, another tug at the makeshift manacles. Belle was stumbling at behind him due to his fast pace and her being hobbled like a horse. Her cheeks were burning red at the humiliation and she said a silent prayer, thanking God that her love couldn't see her like this in all of her shame. She felt like she was a freak on parade.

"Ahh, finally we are here. We can begin!" Gaston said, cheerfully.

With that he threw Belle down onto the ground, harshly. He removed the blindfold and Belle saw that ingredients for what looked like a spell were lying around her. Black candles, a cauldron, black roots of a poison tree, and poison branches of a Thimble bush. She shivered at the sight of these ingredients. Gaston walked straight up to them and started chanting Italian words in the form of a spell

"Ocsurita, Ocsurita, sentire il mio gridare! Punire qiu donna che tradire mi! Io maschile qui incantare a sperare quel e ausslire fare il mio tentativo."

(A/n: Spell when translated means "Darkness, Darkness, hear my cry. Punish this woman who betrayed me. I cast this enchantment in hopes that it will do my bidding")

While Gaston chanted this he started putting things into the cauldron in no particular order. The air was filled with a vile stench that made Belle want to retch.

"Belle!" yelled a newcomer. "Belle, answer me!" The ceremony had begun. The Blood Moon was in the first stages of Total Eclipse.

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A/n: Oooohh, I wonder who that was... You will find out in the next chapter. If you think that it is the Master you're wrong. Think about it.