Yeah, well, not too many reviews. Although, thank you to Japangoddess and Lady Genrou for your lovely reviews and help. Even though the aparent low quantity of reviews discorages me (IÕm doing my best on my computer uploading problem) IÕm still going to continue my story for those that DO like it. Plus IÕm really getting into my own story *sighes* Sad, but true. I have no life. Blah, blah, woof, woof... Continue reading... Oh, and if you didnÕt know, I donÕt own anything of Disney. It belongs to the genius Walt DisneyÕs brother, or nephew. Or maybe it belongs to Micheal Isener. I donÕt know! But whoever own it owns Beauty and the Beast and its not me. SO LEAVE ME ALONE YOU WIERD PEOPLE IN BLACK SUITS ARRIVING AT MY DOOR!!!!!!!!!! Oh, never mind. TheyÕre only selling magazines.... continuing again... Beauty and the Beast II ~ Child of the Night and Day Chapter Three ~ Forgotten Memories Chip lay in bed, sheets thrown around the edges so that they wouldnÕt touch him. He gazed up to the ceiling, trying to find some way to fall back to sleep. He shouldnÕt have been staring at the ceiling. He should have been staring up at black velvet from the giant canopy four poster. It had started when he had been moved into this room, about three years after Katrina was born. At first he thought he would love the extravegance of the bed, the way the curtains fell on all sides to hide the light to let him sleep. But the first night - oh, that was when the dreams started. Trapped in a box, wood on all sides except for one which was glass. He kept on kicking the glass. Not pushing - kicking. He didnÕt know where his arms were. It felt like they were tied behind his back. He couldnÕt get out of the box, though. No matter how much he tried or screamed. ÒMama! Mama!Ó he heard himself screaming. ÒIÕm stuck in the cupboard, Mama! Help me!Ó He would wake up yelling, running as fast as he could out of his bed. He hardly remembered the finer points of the dream. Like if there were anyone else in the room. But why would he be in a cupboard of all places? He didnÕt know. The dream came every night, until he had finally broken down to telling his mom about them, where as she had lumiere take down the curtains. The posts were even sawed half their original size. The dreams had stopped after that - until tonight. Even laying with his nothing touching him, he could still feel the clausterphobia running over him when he slept. As though everything were about to cave in around him and the only thing he wanted to do was run and get everything off of his skin - even his clothes. No where else was he this clausterphobic - only in bed. He had to get his rest. He just HAD to! Tomorrow heÕd have to get up early to leave for the college. And he had planned on studying on the way there. He tried to forget about the dreams, and put his mind on something more suttle and firm - like a book. He started resiting to himself one of his favorites about a man who could fly - yeah that would keep him from feeling contained. And before he knew it - he was drifting partly to sleep. Or at least enough to keep from dreaming. * * * * * * * * * * * On the other end of the castle, Victor was wide awake as well. He was in his private chambers in the West Wing, gazing out into the cold night from his balcony. Before him lay a small circular table. It was empty, and he refused to place anything on it. But he would still stare at it, as he had for so many years before, he hands resting on the carved sides. ÒVictor, you need to come to bed.Ó Victor turned from the table to the door, where his wife stood, a night robe wrapped around her petite form. ÒI canÕt sleep,Ó he said flatly, returning his eyes to the empty table. ÒThen lay with me,Ó Belle said softly, kissing him on the cheek. He turned to face her, finding comfort in her large brown eyes. ÒBelle, do you think its right for me to send Chip away?Ó Belle let out a sigh. ÒWeÕve been through this so many times. Its for everyoneÕs benifit, including his own...Ó ÒI know. But I just feel guilty letting him leave us for so long without ever being able to see Katrina and his mother...Ó ÒYou know,Ó Belle said slowly, turning her eyes to the table, Òthere are way that he could.Ó VictorÕs eyes widened with astonishment at BelleÕs words. ÒDo you think it wise to...Ó ÒIÕm going to bed now, dear. I hope you join me soon, but perhaps you should think about having a little talk with our dear Chip before he leaves us,Ó Belle smiled. She kissed him one last time on the cheek before leaving him to his thoughts. Victor didnÕt have long to make up his mind, but he already knew what he had to do. ÒCogsworth!Ó he called. Cogsworth came scurrying into the room while trying to hide a yawn. ÒYe-ye- ahh - Yes, Sir?Ó ÒSend for Mrs. Pots emediately. Tell her I need to speak to her quickly. Then if you donÕt mind will you wake Chip and send him to me?Ó ÒYes sir...Ó Cogsworth said, although his brow was deep with curiousity. * * * * * * * * * * * Chip slipped his arm into his jacket as he made his way up the stairs of the West Wing, wondering to himself why his master would call him in the dead of the night, especially this night. As he went to knock on the large doors, however, they swung open to reveal his mother. ÒMama!Ó he said with surprise. ÒWhat are you doing here?Ó ÒOh... nothing dear,Ó she sniffed, wiping her nose with the edge of her apron. ÒRun along inside dear and donÕt worry about me.Ó Chip did as he was told, now even more curious to see what was going on. ÒYou wanted to see me, sir?Ó Chip said as he stepped into the large room. ÒYes! Have a seat!Ó Victor said enthusiastically as he beaconed Chip to a large chair next to the couch he was lounging on. Chip sat down intently, trying to find any clue to what Victor was about to say in his body language, although it was (as usual) unreadable. He coughed as he started to talk. ÒI suppose youÕre wondering why I called you so late, and with such an important day tomorrow. I now wish I would have thought of this earlier so you wouldnÕt be distracted when you arrived at school, but it canÕt be helped now.Ó ÒWhat is it, sir?Ó ÒChip, how much do you remember about our life before Belle came?Ó Chip sat back in his chair, somewhat surprised by such an odd question. ÒBefore Belle? I - IÕm not sure. I know some people say that things were as cheerful without her, but I donÕt have any direct memories about then.Ó ÒYou seem rather awake, Chip, if I might say so.Ó Victor stated, narrowing his eyes at the young man. ÒYou wouldnÕt have happened to have been having any dreams tonight, would you?Ó ÒHow did you...Ó ÒI thought you might - what with this being your last night in the castle and all. Funny how these things work. Your mother told me about your nightmares when they first started. Its seems that even if your conscious mind does not allow you to remember back that far, your memory still holds it close.Ó Victor was silent for a moment, searching his words carefully. ÒWhat IÕm about to tell you, you will never forget. Its been kept secret from everyone these past eleven years, mainly because of Katrina. Her mother and I didnÕt want this hanging around her her entire life, but you must know. Its not her fault she was caught up in it - nor is anyone elseÕs fault except my own. It all started with me... and it all ended with Belle......Ó Yeah! There it is - third chapter! WonÕt say anything cause you guys probably want to read the next chapter. So go ahead - knock yourselves out! But do Review...