Okay, my faithful readers I will try to give you a longer chapter. Okay? Sorry for the delay. Also side note, try listening to the song at the end of this chapter, it's a great tune from the Beauty and the Beast musical.

Disclaimer: I do not make money off of this story, I do not own the Characters from Labyrinth, Beauty and the Beast, or the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack or lyrics. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.


About a half hour later, from Beast's and Sarah's argument, Laney took pity on Sarah and brought up some supper for her. After Sarah had eaten and sent the dishes back down with Laney, Sarah got extremely bored. Sarah looked at Sally, who was snoring gently, and opened the door a crack. Sarah, seeing no one, slipped out the door, and shutting it quietly, she wandered off to explore the castle. Sarah really had never been in Jareth's castle before so she looked in almost every room. She found a library, a dining room, and a very dusty ballroom that looked vaguely familiar. As Sarah walked past a set of winding stairs, a cold draft coming down from the stairs stopped her. She glanced up, following the stairs until it disappeared in the gloom at the top. Sarah glanced around, and seeing no one she started up. When she reached the top of the dusty stairs, Sarah looked to her right and then to her left. To the right was another hallway, cheerily lit with orange light crystals, while the left had a cold air to it and it was dark and dusty, with only one faintly glowing dirty orange crystal to light the way. Sarah headed left by a morbid curiosity. Sarah skirted spider webs, broken furniture, and walking past a mirror with jagged pieces of glass still in the frame, Sarah's pale face glided past in a wave. Sarah stopped in front of a huge wooden door with a scowling horned beast as its doorknob. Sarah took a deep breath and pushed on the door. It opened with a creak. Slipping through the door, Sarah shut it quietly behind her, as she took stock of her surroundings. The room was a mess of broken furniture, ripped clothing, unbroken furniture, and broken glass. Sarah walked slowly forward with her hands out in front off her body, so as to not to knock into to anything in the shadowy room, because night had fallen.

As it was Sarah accidentally bumped into a small table. Sarah caught it before it tumbled to the floor. One object caught her eye as she made her way to the front of the room. A ripped painting hung on the wall with pieces of canvas hanging down. All that remained in tact was a pair of mismatched eyes staring intently into space, but as Sarah got closer the eyes seemed to burn into her, as if Sarah's soul was laid bare before her. Sarah pulled a piece of canvas that hung down right below the eyes, to see the rest of the face, when a golden glow caught her attention. Sarah slowly turned around as if half hypnotized, toward a small table in front of a set of huge French doors, with one slightly ajar. Sarah walked over to the table to get a closer look at the object that was pulling her irresistibly over to the table. On the, surprisingly smooth unscarred table top rested three objects. One was a small square blue box with a picture if an angel on top. It looked a lot like the Aboveground music boxes the humans sometimes had. The second item was a white crystal resting on a small, silver clawed stand. It was the third object that held Sarah's fascination. A rose encased in a large transparent crystal hung in the air a few inches off the table. Sarah looked the rose over, for it was a strange rose. The stem was like green glass, while the petals were real and gently sparkled a light gold around the petals. The rose was wilting, Sarah could see, because the head was slightly bent and a few of the petals littered the bottom of the crystal. Sarah reached out a trembling hand. She just had to see if those petals were as soft as they looked. Her index finger lightly touched the outside shell, and the outside melted away, leaving the fallen petals to fall to the table top without a sound. Sarah extended her fingers, but before she was able to touch a petal, a large shadow fell across the table. Sarah looked up and snatched her hand back with a gasp, the magic pull of the rose gone. Beast stood on all fours in the doorway of the French doors, staring at her in surprise. He snorted in surprise; his breath could be seen in the cold air. The moonlight made Beast's hair seem like a white halo around his body. But he was anything but serene at the moment. When Beast saw what Sarah had almost touched, it snapped him out of his surprise. He lunged toward the spot Sarah was standing on; Sarah backed up hastily, fear in her eyes. Beast waved a paw over the rose, encasing it once more. He turned slowly to glare menacingly at Sarah, who raised her hands in front of her in defense. "What are you doing here?" He rumbled, stalking toward the shaking woman.

"I didn't mean any harm." Sarah said, backing up into a leaning wardrobe.

"DO you Realize WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?" His voice shot up in volume and in intensity.

"I'm sorry." Sarah lamely said, knowing that talking to the creature in front of her was no good.

"I warned you never to come here!" Beast yelled, swiping a clawed paw at her.

"Stop!" Sarah shrieked, dodging out of the way. Beast's paw narrowly missed her side and smashed into the wardrobe, shattering it into many pieces.

"GET OUT!" Beast bellowed. Sarah turned and ran for her life. "GEEEETTT OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roared, destroying broken and unbroken furniture in the vicinity of his flailing paws. The slamming of the door, jerked Beast out of his rage induced tantrum. He stared dumbly at the closed door, and dimly heard Sarah's pounding feet as she raced down the stairs, and with a bang, the castle door to the outside was thrown open, then closed as Sarah fled the castle. Beast smacked his head into paw at his stupidity at losing, maybe forever, his only chance of salvation.

He stalked back over to the table and looked at the one little flower that had caused so much trouble. He didn't even like to think about that day when he was changed. "Blast that witch to hell and beyond." He muttered to the flower as he watched a small figure run into the Labyrinth maze. Beast picked up the music box and delicately, for one with big fingers, turned the small winding key on the bottom of the box; placing it back on the table he lifted the lid. A haunting melody filled the air. Beast began humming along with it. For all his beastly outside appearance, Beast still retained his beautiful singing voice.

Beast walked over to a, miraculously whole, hanging mirror and looked at his furred shape.

And in my twisted face

There's not the slightest trace

Of anything that even hints of kindness

And from my tortured shape

He stalked from the mirror to the rose table and placed his paws on the table, glaring at the thing he hated most, which he dared not to destroy. He spun away from the table, words falling from his mouth as they formed his inner most thoughts and feelings, while he expressed them through singing.

No comfort, no escape

I see, but deep within is utter blindness

Hopeless

As my dream dies

As the time flies

Love a lost illusion

Helpless

Unforgiven

Cold and driven

To this sad conclusion

Beast replayed the scene from a few minutes ago in his head. He shook his head in despair.

No beauty could move me
No goodness improve me
No power on earth, if I can't love her
No passion could reach me
No lesson could teach me

He looked out, watching Sarah's footprints fill up with snow as it started to snow hard once again.


How I could have love her and made her love me too
If I can't love her, then who?

He shook his paw at the slashed painting, angry now with himself for not seeing what was coming to him. The mismatched eyes stared back at him, seeing to accuse Beast of all his past sins.


Long ago I should have seen
All the things I could have been
Careless and unthinking, I moved onward

Beast moved again to the mirror. His ears perked when he heard the howling of the hybrids in the distance and thought of Sarah in the maze trying to get out when the Labyrinth wouldn't let go of her. He sighed, mind battling with his conscience.

No pain could be deeper
No life could be cheaper
No point anymore, if I can't love her
No spirit could win me
No hope left within me
Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free
But it's not to be
If I can't love her

Let the world be done with me!

He balled his paws into fists and raised them over his head. Beast brought them down into the mirror with a resounding crash of breaking glass. The melody from the music box slowed down and died, as Beast brought his hands away from the broken mirror slowly, shaking the pieces from his paws, Beast swept out the door. As the howling got louder and stronger. A large shape could be seen from Beast's now empty chambers, hurtling on all fours to the entrance of the Labyrinth maze.

To Be Continued…