A/N I saw three videos on YouTube, all by RosesnWater, who's here on FanFiction under the same name. The videos are, "Breath- Thrax/Ariel/Gaston (feat. Belle)" "Perfect Enemy- Hades/Ariel/Thrax/Belle (feat: Vanessa)" and "Everytime I Fall- Thrax/Belle/Gaston" I got her permission to write them into a fanfic.

There are three parts of this story, representing each video: Breath, Perfect Enemy, and Everytime I Fall. I think I'm gonna have fun with this :)

The plots are owned by RosesnWater; the characters, except Almira, belong to Disney and/or Warner Bros. Almira's my own character. I couldn't resist adding her :3

RosesnWater: Yep, everyone has their own opinions. Thank you :)

Perfect Enemy
Chapter 4

It had been a few weeks since Thrax had seen Belle. He never saw her in the forest again after the incident, and he found himself a little proud of her for sticking to her life.

He had killed more women, but found himself regretting the deal. He should have just grabbed Ariel and left when he could, but no! He had to argue with the God of Death and get in that stupid situation! And agree to the deal to boot!

Well, he decided he'd take a break in killing. The deal only specified that he had to kill a hundred women in two years; it didn't specifically state how many he had to kill in a month or week. So he figured he'd wait a while to sort of give the impression that the deaths in the forest were dwindling down. Because of him killing any women who came into the forest, hardly anyone came into the forest at all. Most of the time, they took an escort. And that was when it had gotten difficult because the escorts could fight him or Almira off and get away. That had happened a few times, so Thrax had to be careful.

So he figured if he took a break, the women would get confident enough to go into the forest alone, and he'd be back to his old routine.

Unfortunately, two weeks into this plan, he was awakened by a sudden pain. He sat up quickly, grasping his left wrist, groaning in pain. Almira jumped up and dashed to him, nuzzling him with her snout in attempt to calm him down.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his left hand seemed to be glowing in an eerie red color. It wasn't like his maroon skin; this was more of a bright red. Like blood glistening in light. His hand hurt so badly, he was unable to use his burner claw.

Groaning, Thrax realized he hadn't killed in two weeks; Hades somehow knew, and had sent him this pain to remind him of the deal. This reminder crippled him because he usually used his burner claw to kill. Now it hurt too badly to use.

As he thought of what to do, to his shock, three slashes appeared in his palm as if he was sliced by claws. He watched as his blood oozed out of the scratches and ran down his wrist.

He remembered Hades had a hellhound, who had long claws. He must have been using the hellhound—what was his name? Hellgar!—to remind him further of the deal.

Thrax grabbed some rags he had scavenged in case of injuries and wrapped his bleeding hand in them. If he didn't kill soon, his hand may be injured further to the state of being unable to be used. But he couldn't go to town and kill innocent people! That, and he knew Gaston lived in the closest town. If he or anyone else saw him, they'd surely kill him.

Just then he got an idea. Hades never said he had to kill human women! Standing up shakily, he chanted in Latin under his breath, still clutching his wrist, "Etsi teneo essem cauti esse, tamen ausim aliquo loco formidulosus. Tollite me alternis caelo; ubi solum habitatores daemoniorum."

Bright lights began circling around him. They flashed brightly with a sharp crack. Once the light was gone, Thrax was as well.

He found himself in a dark, eerie place. The sky was red, and the sun was dark, shining dim light everywhere. The ground was dry and barren, and there were mini volcanoes littering the ground.

He was in the home of demons; real demons, unlike his father's side. These demons looked like humans, but each had the numbers "666" tattooed on their shoulders. They did the Devil's dirty work, causing all kinds of trouble and misfortune. It was their job to cause the mortals' deaths, be it natural or not.

Thrax shivered as he looked around, and let his still-throbbing wrist go, letting it hang by his side. He was going to have to kill the old-fashioned way: his normal claws. But that could only happen when he found a female demon.

Sure enough, he saw one. She was much shorter than him. She had red skin, black hair, with a large portion hanging in front of her sharp green eyes, black lipstick, and wore a black dress and shoes. She had "666" tattooed on her shoulders.

Acting quickly, Thrax sidestepped in front of her so she bumped into him. When she looked up at him, he grinned, "Hiii, baby."

She yelled startled before he grabbed her shoulder, pushed her to her back, and shoved his right-side pointer claw through her. Once she died, he collected her soul. To his surprise, instead of glowing white, it was black, and seemed to be smoky. Shrugging it off, he placed it in the chain. It took it without any fuss as though it were a normal soul.

The throbbing pain in his hand stopped. When he removed the bandage, the scratches that had formed were gone too, although the blood still remained.

Satisfied, Thrax spoke again in Latin, "Etsi teneo essem cauti esse, tamen ausim aliquo loco formidulosus. Ubi coepit redde me, ut vitam incipiam."

The lights shined around him again, and when the flashing light disappeared, he was back to where he was again.

"I don't know who came up with these chants," Thrax remarked as he lay down again, and Almira curled up next to him. "But frankly, I don't care." He stroked Almira, lightly scratching her with his claws. "I wonder if Hades'll know I didn't kill a human." He shrugged as he drifted off to sleep. "It probably won't make a difference."

A/N During the part where Thrax's hand was hurting, I just came up with the idea of scratches from Hellgar appearing. I didn't realize until a little later that I subconsciously referenced Nightmare on Elm Street (I haven't seen it yet, I just read about it. I'm only 16, and my parents don't let us watch R movies)

The chant Thrax said was, "Though I know I should be wary, still I venture some place scary. Take me to the alternate heaven; where only the inhabitants are demons." I got the first part from the cartoon series, Beetlejuice. It seemed too good to not be used. The other chant is, "Though I know I should be wary, still I venture some place scary. Take me back to where I began, so I may start my life again." For some reason, when I put the Latin phrases in Google Translate, it translates it into something else. But the English ones I mentioned are what I was going for.

In the video, I don't know why, but somehow, Leah looks like the right person to play a demon. Maybe it was the lighting; I dunno.