Chapter 2: The Son of The Beast

The beast passed in his castle growly bitterly to himself and he would have stayed there all afternoon had he not caught the scent of someone not far from the castle. He left the castle grounds following the scent to the cold river.

A man dressed in black stood on the bridge he looked around to make sure no one was watching before taking a small bundle from his robes. The beast's eyes widened when the bundle began to squirm in the man's grip as he raised it over the cold churning waters below.

Suddenly a small cry emitted from the blankets it sounded like the cry of an infant. The beast saw a small hand peeking out from the blankets as the pieces soon fell into place. A baby. This man was going to kill a baby! He let out a roar as he leaped from the bushes.

The grey-haired man looked around to make sure no one was there as he made his way towards the river. He was still angry at having lost his job in Paris all because he was obsessed with some girl. Whatever it did not matter.

He was old and tired. All he wanted was to dispose of this creature he'd found and finish his journey to Villeneuve and start his job as the warden of the local Asylum. He glared at the baby disgusted.

He'd found the child in the arms of a young gypsy woman he'd thought it dead first until he heard it cry. However, when he saw the child's face he was sickened by the mere sight of it. The child had a disfigured face and a slightly crooked spine.

He soon found a place to dispose of the creature. He raised the squirming bundle over the rushing river and was about to throw it in when he heard a roar. A terrifying beast with sharp claws and curved horns leaped from the bushes he ran terrified dropping the baby in the snow.

"Damn the freak child!" Let the beast devour it! He thought as he ran. That had been a year ago he hoped that the child died that night. Not that it mattered to him. "However old Frollo would not live to see he was wrong. For the beast did not eat the child."

The beast glanced down at the bundle in the snow. Carefully he picked it up. He slowly pulled back the blankets as he stared at it in shock. The Baby had been born deformed with a crooked back and a mess of red hair. However, the strange boy's eyes caught him off guard.

The baby smiled up at the beast grabbing at his horns much to the beasts shock. The Boy's eyes were so full of wonder and light. "He's not afraid." The beast realized as the baby curled into his arms with a tired yawn.

He smiled at the tiny thing as he looked around. "Where, was the child's mother?" He wondered. He soon however found a dead Romani woman lying in the snow had frozen to death a long time ago.

He decided to give the women a proper burial and buried her right where she laid. As he carried the boy back to his castle he made a firm decision to raise the boy as his own. He'd changed in these two years. Since the curse began!

He would care for the child as if he were his own! He did not have the heart to abandon the child to the same fate as his mother. As he entered the castle his servants rushed to question him, however, they questioned him more when they saw the baby.

Sacré bleu! Lumiere a gold Candelabra said shocked. "Where did you find that child?" I found a man trying to drown him. The beast said bitterly. Aw poor thing. Said the teapot Mrs. Potts. What are you going to name him?

Mrs. Potts's Teacup son chip asked looking up at the baby?

The beast thought for a minute and then a name came to mind. Andrew. He said as he smiled down at the boy. His boy. His son. His little Andrew. The beast placed the sleeping child in a small ornate crib. It had been him when he was a baby.

As the years past the boy grew older no longer a baby but a child. "Papa! Papa! The deformed little boy called out to his father as he ran from his room. The beast smiled as his son ran up to him. "Look what I drew papa. The Boy said eagerly.

The beast took the drawing from his son and smiled. It was a drawing of and Andrew and the other servants, the castle stood in the background. "Do you like it?" The seven-year-old asked his father. The beast smiled down at his son as he ruffled his red hair.

It's wonderful Andrew your becoming quite the artist. "Can we go outside and play in the snow?" The boy asked. The beast sighed. "Not today Andrew, I'm very busy." To be honest he was never really busy he just was trying to pretend that his curse didn't exist.

pleaseeeeeeee! He said pleading, his sea-green eyes growing big his lip quivering. The beast sighed as he ruffled his son's hair. He had a hard time saying no to his son. "Alright." Yay! The boy shouted excitedly as he rushed to get dressed in warmer clothes.

For the next few hours, the beast and his son played in the snow. The boy threw a snowball at his father as he ducked out of sight giggling. The beast managed to throw an even larger snowball as his son ran past.

The boy giggled as he spent time with his father. He even built a snowman that looked just like his father. However, as the sun started to set the boy grew tired as he let out a sneeze as he fell.

Adam rushed to his son as he scooped him up. "Papa I don't feel so well." The little boy let out another sneeze as he curled into his father's arms. "It's alright son, you'll feel better once your inside.

After a cup of warm tea and a warm bath, the boy felt better. That night the little boy curled up on his father's lap as he a story to him, a warm fire blazed in the fireplace. "Papa?" The little boy said as his eyelids started to flutter shut.

"Yes, Andrew?" Why can't I ever go outside? You never let me explore the forest. The beast sighed. "I told you it's dangerous out there. There are wolves." Oh….Ok, The boy said contently as he became quiet.

Papa? Yes, Andrew? "We'll always be together right?" He sighed. "Yes, Whatever happens, I'll always be here." "I love you, papa." I love you to Andrew. Adam said as his son fell asleep in his arms.

The beast smiled at his son as he scooped him up in his arm and took him to his room. The boy's room was right next door to his in case the boy needed anything. He placed the boy in his bed as he left the room.

He picked up the magic mirror the enchantress had given him. As he did it started to glow. A beautiful face appeared in the glass. The enchantress. "How is he?" He's fine the beast growled. The enchantress had taken care of the boy when he was a baby. If not for her the boy would have died.

"Good, I'm glad." Remember prince, your curse isn't over yet. The Boy was a surprise I suppose and I'm glad you've learned to care for someone other than yourself, but my curse still stands. Don't forget you still have time. Goodbye, she said as she disappeared from the mirror.

The beast sighed as he looked at his reflection in the frosted glass. "Show me, my son." He asked the mirror. His son's peaceful face appeared in the glass he sighed as the image disappeared.

He wished with all his heart to protect his son from the cruelty of the outside world. He, unfortunately, couldn't protect him forever. His son would not be a child forever. One day he would be a man. The twenty-one-year-old beast glared at his face in the mirror.

He wished there were a way to break his curse. But how? How could he end this? He'd never even been in love before! And what women would ever look at him?! He was a monster! A beast! Who could ever love a beast!

Little did he realize in a few years someone would come along someone special. Someone who would succeed where others failed. Someone who could finally break the curse!