Hello everyone! I'm back with Chapter 5!

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A Message to 'A Draconequues': I'm so glad you liked "Prince of Darkness" on Wattpad. Just in case you don't know, I have started writing the sequel and the first chapter is now uploaded. But BE WARNED I am having major writers block for the sequel, so updates will be long distances apart. Oh, and I have a challenge for you. As you know, I based "Prince of Darkness" on Beauty and the Beast. See if you can tell who's who (e.g Rose = Belle). Also, a question for you...what do you think of my character Vincent?

Enjoy the chapter everyone!

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Chapter 5

Entering her room that night, Babette turned and locked the door. But she knew it wouldn't increase her safety at all. A vampire, even a newborn, could easily break through a locked door. That was what she feared above all else at that moment. Despite her years as an enchantress, Babette had never come across a vampire for more than a few minutes. They terrified her.

To make matters worse, Lumiére was also a horrid man. Babette snorted at the thought of him. He thought highly of himself, like most of his kind, and did not even attempt to hide it. Lumiére, she could tell, did not care for anyone but himself and his position. He was conceited, stubborn, and seemed to take sick delight in intimidating her.

Oh how she wanted nothing more than to scream each of his flaws at him. Then perhaps he would get through his head just how insufferable he truly was. Babette remembered how the maitre'd had flirted with her on only her third day at the castle. Now she knew that the man had probably only wanted her blood.

That was what drove those creatures. Blood. It was their sustenance, although they could consume human food also. Lumiére was one of the worst vampires of the few she knew. He did not even try to hide his intentions!

The cold wind coming through the window distracted her from further thoughts. Babette shuddered, closing the window before going over to her wardrobe. Taking out a simple cream-coloured nightgown, the maid dressed for bed.

She sat at the vanity, running a comb through her hair, when a knock came from the other side of the door. "Mademoiselle, are you awake?"

Babette froze. Placing the hairbrush down, she felt her heart race. Swallowing, she attempted not to make a sound. Blowing out four nearby candles, she stayed silent in the dim light. If Lumiére believed she was asleep, then perhaps he would go away.

"I know you are awake, cherie. There is no need to hide. I never intended to hurt you," the Frenchman coaxed from outside.

Babette hissed, "Liar. If you must so desperately speak to me then I shall allow it, but only if you stay on the other side of the door."

She heard Lumiére sigh, "I meant what I said, cherie. No harm shall come to you, I promise. I have no desire to hurt you at all. I simply wish to talk."

The enchantress crossed her arms. "Why should I believe a word that comes from your mouth?"

"Because it is the truth, mademoiselle. Are you capable of believing me, or are you just so neurotic that you cannot trust a soul?" the Frenchman sneered.

Babette gasped, highly insulted. "How dare you! You have no right to call me such a thing!"

The vampire pointed out, "I could have called you worse, cherie."

"Stop calling me that! I am not one of the many women that hang off of your every word!" Babette snapped.

Lumiére was silent for a moment. Refusing to be rendered speechless by a woman, he replied dryly. "That is a tragedy indeed."

Babette placed her hands on her hips, although she knew he could not see. "Do you have a problem with me, monsieur? Is it because I do not fall at your feet and beg for your bite?"

"On the contrary. I find you melodramatic, paranoid and a general annoyance. I assumed enchantresses were supposed to be graceful, polite and elegant, but it seems I was wrong," the vampire responded. The woman was beginning to irritate him more and more. He was tempted to just walk away.

Babette scoffed, "Well I assumed that vampires were meant to be charming. But it appears that we were both wrong. You are nothing more than a rude, selfish cad."

"Selfish? How so?" Lumiere questioned, daring the woman to answer.

Babette growled. "Honestly? It is clear as day! You kill women without a second thought as to their families or the women themselves! I cannot imagine anyone more selfish or heartless!"

"For your information, mademoiselle, I have never intentionally killed a woman. The only times that I have were when I had been starved for several weeks and could not control myself. If you had bothered to notice, you would see that the women I bite retain no memory of when I bite them. It does not affect them in the slightest," the vampire snarled.

Babette started, "Liar! You…"

Lumiére threw up his hands, "Oh would you stop that? Mon Dieu woman! Do you believe that every word I speak is a lie?"

"Oui," the enchantress replied curtly.

"Well I have a belief of my own about you. Your pretty little head has been filled with so much prejudice that you cannot tell the difference between truth and lies. Your manners are like that of a spoilt rotten girl. Prudish, foul tempered, and complains when she does not get whatever she wants!" Lumiére snarled.

Babette gasped, "Now you are just being rude, monsieur."

"Says the woman who accuses me of constant lies," the Frenchman countered.

The enchantress continued, "The fact that you said such things proves how horrible you truly are! You are a cruel, vile, sadistic monster disguised as Prince Charmant…and I am not speaking of your behaviour alone."

Lumiére stilled. Little did she know that that was exactly what he feared. Being seen as a monster. "That was one stroke too many, mademoiselle."

Stamping down the wave of guilt at the hurt in his voice, Babette answered. "It is the truth."

The vampire clenched his hands into tight fists, his anger increasing. "So you can recognize the truth in your own words, but not in mine?"

Babette rolled her eyes. Growing bored, she asked, "What was your intent when you came to see me, monsieur? I think you should do what you came to do, then leave me in peace for the night."

Lumiére stepped away from the door. "For your information, I merely came to bid you goodnight. But I can see that I should not have bothered. You would not have appreciated it anyway."

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Yeah…she probably wouldn't have.

VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION: I am writing/ scripting my own Disney-like movie (in other words, a movie that very well could turn into a Disney movie if I had the rights), but I have no idea where to start. What is a good website I could go to or some ideas you could give me to get inspired for the basics of the story (the lesson that is taught, etc). This could be a BIG help! Thank you all in advance.

See you later,

~Babetteisawesome