Wow... I've been gone forever but as some of you readers might know, it was because my health was failing me... But I'm back! Thank you chikadeborahike, ,Guest, FireFlare211, Autobot21, lindz4567, thorsgirl, Kylersbrown1, Water Flower 2009, btab fan and jorhilic73 for reviewing and also indz4567, chikadeborahike, Autumnmissa, koryory and FireFlare211, for following and favouriting the story! You are all amazing and I have been kicking myself this past few weeks for not updating sooner... Well here it is and enjoy! Don't forget to review cuz they make me happy and will hopefully make my get better faster... Please?

Gaston grunted as he sat himself down, a generous amount of ale within his flask. Taking a deep sigh, he smiled in content, ready to drown himself in soothing alcohol only to drop the mug in surprise as a whole battalion of people burst through the doors, shaking the ground itself with their thundering footsteps, Guinevere hoisted majestically above their heads.

"What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded, not exactly sure how to react to this bizarre spectacle.

"It was Maurice! "

Gaston groaned in disbelief before sitting back down. "What did he blow up this time?" he asked dryly.

"The old lunatic pushed your sister down a flight of stairs!" one young man from the crowd cried out in anger. Gaston blinked, horribly confused by what he was hearing.
"What? What are you talking about? Maurice wouldn't do that!"

"Look at her!" Bayard cried from the crowd before gently lifting Guinevere's bleeding arm for emphasis.

While Gaston argued for Maurice's innocence like an idiot, Guinevere's icy stare wandered to the back of the tavern where a shadowy figure sat alone. She scowled before giving him a firm nod. D'Arque sighed from his seat. He was having such a good time before that harlot interrupted. Taking a hearty swig from his mug, he slammed it downwards before slowly making his way to the front of the tavern.

"Excuse me gentlemen..." he croaked causing everyone around him to pause and turn.

"But I believe I have a solution to your little problem..."

Gaston starred at this corpse of a man before him, not liking at all how the beady red eyes never seemed to blink.

"And who are you old man?" he growled trying not to cringe as the old man's thin lips pulled back into a smile revealing an admirable amount of rotten teeth.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner... My name is D'Arque... Anthony D'Arque..."

D'Arque smiled wider as whispers of surprise, horror and most importantly recognition circulated around him.

"You're the man who runs Mansion De Loon." Gaston murmured a twinge of fear in his voice.

"Yes... Exactly..."

Beau nearly dropped the basin he was holding when a series of furious knocks came from the door.

"Oh no." He thought as a cold chill entered his heart, immediately making him fear for the worse. He knew it was irrational to feel fear about something that he didn't do but knowing what kind of influence Guinevere had over the village was enough to overpower that notion. Beau stayed still, finally deciding the smartest thing to do was to just not answer the door.

"Just let them think we're not here..." he thought trying to stop cold sweat from dripping down his brow. With great difficulty, Beau continued to stay put, not daring to leave his father's sleeping frame hoping Guinevere and her mob would just get bored and go away. It was only when he heard a window shatter somewhere in the house did he finally panic enough to go to the front of the door fearing that if Guinevere got too desperate she'd probably burn the whole house down... Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

"What?!" Beau demanded exasperatedly as he took in the horrifying sight before him. Like he had predicted, there was regrettably a huge mob of people gathered around his house all carrying pitchforks and torches. Their faces hardened with either triumph or anticipation Beau didn't know and frankly didn't want to know. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of a familiar face among the sea of villagers, one that made him feel like he was just stabbed in the back.

"Gaston... You too?" he chocked.

The bigger man's face crumpled.

"Beau... I tried everything but your father... He committed a crime against Guinevere... I can't do anything..."

Beau opened his mouth to retort only to stop short when an old man blocked his path.

D'Arque gave Beau his most convincing smile.

"Good evening mousier Chevalier, I am..."

"I know who you are D'Arque." Came Beau's icy retort. Surprised by this young man's coldness, it took D'Arque a good five seconds to get his bearings together.

"Well then, I suppose you know that I've come for your father." He said simply, seeing no point to beat around the bush. Beau clenched his fist.

"My father is perfectly fine, thank you for your concern..."

"Oh but he's a..."

"He's a straight up lunatic!" came a shout from the mob followed by more shouts of agreement.

Beau opened his mouth to retort only to stop in horror when Maurice appeared beside him.

Maurice was awoken by the sounds of men shouting, confused, he stumbled out of his bedroom only to be confronted by a shattered window. Confusion turned to worry when he smelt a great deal of smoke and heard Beau's own shouts of anger. Rushing to the front door, and intending to pull Beau back into the house, he froze when he saw a sea of people, all carrying torches on his front lawn.

"Beau... What's going on out here?!" Maurice asked, very puzzled by all of this.

Beau narrowed his eyes at his father's horrible timing, stepping in front of him and shielding him from the crowd.

"Father, listen to me! Go back into the house! Go..."

"There he is! GET HIM" Someone shouted and before Beau could do anything, two men violently pushed him aside and grabbed Maurice. Seeing his best friend being pushed to the ground, Gaston rushed forward to help him.

"Are you alright?"

"Don't worry about me!" Beau shouted as he struggled back onto his feet.

"Help my father!"

Gaston sighed, holding back his thrashing friend.

"Beau there's nothing we can do... If it was just his ramblings maybe but this time... He actually hurt somebody! He has to be put away..."

"No! That was an accident! Please Gaston is there anything... ANYTHIG AT ALL?"

"There is something..." came a silky voice.

Both men looked up to see a very familiar pair of icy blue eyes glaring at them.

"Guinevere..." Beau spat.

"Hello dearest! Missed me?" Guinevere cooed.

Beau felt his lips curl, he didn't think he could feel so much hatred for anybody. Trying to keep his voice at a reasonable volume, Beau did his best not to strangle the girl.

"Guinevere... Don't do this... Please..."

"Hmmm? I'm sorry?"

Beau gritted his teeth.

"Please... I'm begging you.

Guinevere smiled upon the notion of knowing Beau was begging her... He needed her... He wanted her...

"Well since you asked so nicely, I guess there's something I can do..." she said in her sweetest voice.

"And what would that be?" Beau growled.

Guinevere smirked.

"I'll tell them this was all an accident if..."

"If?"

"If you marry me." Guinevere smirked triumphantly expecting Beau to throw himself onto the ground and comply without question... Unfortunately, this was not the case... His answer did come immediately, that part Guinevere had predicted correctly, the only problem was that it wasn't immediate compliance like she had expected, it was immediate rejection.

"I would rather hang myself than spend another minute with you..." Beau retorted slowly, his words grating like sandpaper.

"You disgust me..."

He watched as Guinevere's eyes slant with rage expecting her to slap him; instead her gaze softened, a disturbing grin forming on her lips. With a quick snap of her fingers, she pointed at Maurice.

"Take him away!"

Beau yelled out in protest as his father was loaded roughly onto a carriage. Knowing he was fighting a losing battle and in an act of total desperation, Beau threw himself onto D'Arque just as he prepared to get onto the carriage. The old man turned, his eyebrows raised. Beau grimaced, he had, in that very short amount of time, formulated a plan to save his father... It wasn't the best of plans, in fact it could have very well have been his worst but it was a plan nonetheless... A plan he was going to deeply regret...

"You are wasting my time... monsieur Chevalier..." came D'Arque dry voice causing Beau to look him coldly in the eye before steeling himself to the task...

"Well? Do you mind letting go of my coat?"

"What if I could show you evidence that what my father said was true..." Beau pleaded before cursing himself for saying the next sentence, for using that term to refer to Angela ...

" That there is a beast in the forest..."

D'Arque shrugged while Guinevere laughed.

"Yes Beau, please prove to all of us that this so called beast exists!" she mocked while her followers laughed stupidly in unison. Beau closed his eyes and slowly pulled the mirror out from the pocket of his coat. It sounded silly but he couldn't bear to leave it lying around the house like any regular item... This was special... He wanted it close to him at all times... Just like how he wanted Angela to be close to him at all times...

"Forgive me Angela... " He whispered before raising the mirror so that everybody could have a clear view of it and shouting...

"SHOW ME THE BEAST!"