My Name is Belle Marie

by AshLandWriter

This is Belle's Journal from when the beast had held her captive, the same one Ben eventually finds in the Isle Problems 2 fic that I have. Read to find out the real story of what happened to her, because we all know they made the story more acceptable than what it was. (You can interpret that last line as Disney's movie or the story Belle and Adam told the public. Both are right.)

38. Day Forty

Day Forty

So, I may have gotten a little side-tracked. After I left my room to escape this place, the servants found me. We talked a little, and then they offered me a tour. I realized if nothing else, it would give me more information to go on. However, I could not help but wonder why Beast would not want me to venture to the West Wing. I glanced from the servants to the stairs, before I had sneaked away. It would be my last chance to uncover the mystery of my capturer.

When I went into the West Wing it had been clear just what wrenching anger and sadness the Beast must have been feeling, torn curtains and broken statues. There was even this picture of a family he had clawed at, probably reminding him of how he'd been abandoned by his own. The only decent source of light came from the glowing rose. I went up to it, removed the glass, and reached to see if it was real. At that moment Beast jumped out in front of me, covered the jar back up, and glared at me. The anger in his expression, I stepped back. He asked a lot of questions, but I'd barely been given enough time to answer one. He grabbed my arm, pushed me to the floor, and told me to leave. I knew it hadn't been what he meant, but at that moment I raced to the front door, put on my cape, and left out into the winter storm.

Phillipe and I didn't get far before the wolves attacked. I thought I was a goner, but then another animal emerged, the Beast. He fought off the wolves and scared them away with his mighty roar. He'd passed out in the snow, and I was more than ready to leave. But he had saved my life. I couldn't just leave him there, and so I helped him up onto the horse and walked him back to the castle. I know it was foolish, many would say, my one chance to leave squandered, but I find it quite remarkable, remarkable how courageous and honorable he had been when it truly mattered. Beast is more of a man than most men. I know now I have nothing to fear from him. He saved my life, risking his own. He wouldn't ruin that by ruining me. He's in no way as scary as he first seemed.