Beauty and the Beast II Child of the Night and Day By Dragoneyes¶_¶ Okay, okay. First fic of mine on here. Need reviews to get better fics online. I did try something new. My computer is being *not nice* to me, and so instead of having the comforts of returns and tabs, (which will not show up upon uploading) I have do things the good old fashioned way, TYPING PERIODS TO LOOK LIKE THEM! So things might be a little messed up, but you have to work with me. PLEASE! And that does mean that it takes me longer to write and post, so you'll have to be patient. So please take your time to read this and please, PLEASE tell me what you think with a review, but Be Nice! Enjoy! A long time ago in a faraway Kingdom, there lived a Beast whoÕs heart was touched by a maiden, who broke the curse and returned him to the form of the Prince. But that is not what our story is about. Our story is about the child that came from their marriage. And how she was torn between the beauty outside and the beast within. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The night was cold. The halls seemed dark and dismass. As if they were under the spell again. Cogsworth shivered for the unteenth time. He stood quietly in the hall, wishing he could be near a warm fire. Usually, Cogsworth would be whining about everything to anyone who would listen and then some. But not tonight. Even he knew that the cold was the least of their worries. He glanced to the open hallway again, to see the Prince pacing nervously. Cogsworth felt sorry for the young man. Only a year and a half after ÒreturningÓ from his sickness, as they had come to call it. And now his life might be shattered this very night by the loss of the one thing that kept him going day-in and day-out. Belle. Cogsworth shivered again, wondering where Lumiere was. He might have something to warm him up, if even a candle. Or maybe some light humor. When he saw Lumiere walking down towards him, candless and a grim expression upon his face, he knew now was not the time for humor. Not even light Lumiere was at all Òlight and featheryÓ. Lumiere glanced nervously towards the Prince before turning to Cogsworth. His eyes begged his silent questions. All Cogsworth could do, though, was sigh heavily and raise his shoulders in the same unknowing expression. Lumiere turned around and walked back where he had come. Probably to update the rest of the castle on what was happening. Cogsworth turned to the halls again. Yes, there were uwfully crammy. Dark, gloomy, morbid. They hadnÕt seemed this cruel since before... before Belle came. Cogsworth promised himself that he would not cry in front of the master. He wouldnÕt! His poor master was going through enough to scar any man... CREAK!!!!!! The sound that might have been inaudible under normal surcumstances deefened CogsworthÕs ears. He turne to the door, which was half way open, revealing the chubby Mrs. Pots. Cogsworth searched her face for a sign, but it showed nothing good. Cogsworth swallowed his fear and dared to whisper to her. ÒH-h-how is she?Ó Mrs. Pots sighed and slumped her shoulders. He put his hand on her shoulder for reassurance. She looked up at him and he could see the tears wanting to spill. ÒNot good,Ó she whispered. She walked out of CogsworthÕs reached, leaving him stunned at her words. She walked towards the Prince, who was still pacing. The Prince ran up to her, grabbing her in his hope. ÒNo need to worry, Master,Ó Mrs. Potts sighed, trying to find the best words. His features raised at her words, but concern was still chisled into every line and brow. ÒHow long?Ó ÒNot too much longer now. Just be patient, dear,Ó Mrs. Potts smiled as she returned to the room where she had come. Dear Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth thought. Even in the dismallest times she could find something to smile about. Although in this case... Cogsworth slumped to the ground, forgetting about being the soldier. His eyes fell upon a tall white candle in the corner, one of the only lights for the place. He watched it drip, splash, and burn. He never took his eyes off of it. Within seconds, it seemed, the candle is only a stub. And then Cogsworth watched it extinguish itself out. At the same second, a cry as if from a baby shatters the silence. The Prince shot up, running to the room. Cogsworth couldnÕt even get a word out before his master was inside. As he peaked in the large grand bedroom, he saw the Prince leaning over Belle, who was laying up in bed, holding a small bundle. Mrs. Pots was by the wash table, wiping her hands with a towel. A smile of relief and happiness shone in her motherly eyes. ÒTheyÕre both fine,Ó Mrs. Potts exclaimed joyfully. The Prince ran his fingers through his wifeÕs hair, which was still wet from labor. ÒYou have a daughter,Ó Belle laughed, glancing down to the bundle in her arms. She extended them out to her husband, offering him their child. At first, he was afraid to hold it. When she gently placed the wee thing in his arms, he held it like he was afraid that if he dropped her, sheÕd break. After a moment or two, though, he was comfortably rocking her, sitting on the bed next to his wife. Mrs. Potts left the happy family, shooing Cogworth out of the room. ÒFor a moment I didnÕt think either of them were going to make it,Ó Mrs. Potts admitted to Cogsworth once they were outside. ÒI, for one, knew that everything was going to be fine,Ó he stated, puffing out his chest dignantly. Mrs. Potts hit in playfully in the stomach for this, and he laughed. The first laugh in many long hours. Mrs. Potts didnÕt seem to mind, though. She continued walking down the hall, which somehow seemed ten times more bright and cheery than before. As she reached the balconey overlooking the grand hall, the sun was just beginning to rise over the hills and spill its light into the previously-cold castle. The crowd below was silent as Mrs. Potts leaned over the banister towards them. ÒHer name is Katrina!Ó Mrs. Potts excliamed. Shouts and cheers echoed through the castle. Up and down the halls, sun poured with the news of the new Princess. Chip ran up to his mother, hugging her intensely. ÒIs she alright, Mama? Is Belle alright?Ó ÒYes dear. Belle is just fine.Ó ÒWill she be able to play with me today?Ó Chip exclaimed, delight filling his bright eyes. ÒOh, dear,Ó Mrs. Potts laughed, ÒIÕm afraid she wonÕt. Belle is still very weak. But I promise you that in time she will be able to play, and youÕll have a new playmate as well.Ó ÒWho?!Ó ÒKatrina! Belle's brand new baby!Ó ÒWill she be able to play today?Ó ÒNo, silly. SheÕs a baby. But in time sheÕll be sliding down the banister and ice-scating with you and Belle.Ó ÒBut I want to play now!Ó Mrs. Potts chuckled at her impatient son. ÒBe patient son. Be patient. Just give it time.Ó Mrs. Potts thoughts were not on her sonÕs need for company, however. Her thoughts were of this child. What would she be like? Would she be like her father when he was young? Spoiled and rotten? Or will she inherit her motherÕs love and patience? ÒJust give it time...Ó ........................................................................................................................................ Okay, that was my first fic to be online here. Please Review. I need something to show that IÕm not a horrible fic writer. Please!!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully if I get enough reviews and I figure out how to do that chaptering crap IÕll try and get more up on this fic. Until then... CHOW!