Hey look!!! Another chapter….I thought I'd post another one real quick for Unleashed_Soul, cause I kinda slacked off there a bit…thanks again to all the readers and reviewers!!!…

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  Beast watched as the girl, Beauty, he shook his head at the thought of calling her that, picked up another large and probably very heave piece of fallen wood and moving it over to the side of the wall. Angel was digging and playing in the dirt more so then helping her. Beast had thought of helping but something kept him back – he wouldn't admit that it was pride. Angel had decided that the three of them should be in the garden and work together for some reason or another. Beast didn't really care to think on that. He had normally found a way to get out of it, either by hiding out in some spot in the castle or by hunting and eating his fill. For some reason or another though, whenever Angel did find him he put up no fight to come and help in the garden.

  It was just to keep the boy from bothering him or whatever, he told himself repeatedly.

  "Beast?" Beauty asked. She dropped the heavy wood and turned to look at him, her hand falling to her belly. She opened her mouth to speak but then smiled and shook her head. She turned and continued to work in the garden.

  Beast could tell how much she loved the unborn child. She would hum to it while she rocked in a chair or rub her stomach and smile when she thought no one was watching. She didn't really know anything about the birthing, or even what happens so much during the pregnancy of children. She seemed to be too embarrassed to ask. Angel didn't seem to notice, and for some reason Beast hoped the child wouldn't know. The girl would be able to leave here in spring, and would take the unborn child with her. Beast wasn't sure what it was about Angel, the girl and the unborn child that troubled him so, he only hoped that the little boy would simply never find out the girl was with child.

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  Two months had passed by since Beauty found out she was pregnant. She touched her growing belly lovingly. It wasn't large enough for anyone else to notice, but she could tell by the way her dress fit her – or didn't fit her would perhaps be the better way to say it. Her belly was beginning to push against the fabric of the dress that had once looked so beautiful on her. It was getting old; she had worn it day in and day out for the past three months. She learned how to hem by trying over and over again to re-hem the bottom of it. The velvet was stained beyond repair and the satin didn't shine the way it once did. In the entire castle she could only find this one dress that fit her! Either the other dresses were too long, made for a taller woman, or too largely busted made for a shapelier woman. There were even a few that would fit her if only she was a bit shorter. She guessed those dresses belonged to a younger woman of perhaps thirteen years of age. She had looked at the paintings in the rooms and wondered about the lives of these people.

  Angel hobbled into the room and smiled up at her. It was December; Beauty thought counting the days, and normally a Christmas feast would be coming soon. Everyone would be preparing, buying elegant gowns for the balls, or cooking fine foods. At this point in time Beauty would have her fabric picked out for her gown and would have had already had a fitting done. She would be helping her little sister pick out the perfect shade and type of fabric and then would help her out when it was time for the fittings. She would tell the seamstress to do something more elegant than what was planed and needless to say the child was the prettiest child at any occasion.

  Beauty sighed, she was beginning to miss her family. Her father, though he was forcing her to marry, loved her very much. And she loved him too and missed him. She wondered if he was searching for her. Even though her sisters annoyed her or argued with her a lot she missed them both.

  Beauty held out her hand to Angel and lifted him up to set him on the table. As she did though, pain erupted through her and she screamed out and fell to the floor. Angel hovered over her in different directions but didn't know what to do. Beauty screamed out again and looked down at her the skirts of her dress in horror.

  There was a lot of blood.

  Angel hopped on his good foot for a moment before running off in a different direction. Beauty almost screamed out for him to stay, she didn't want to be left alone, but common sense told her the child was going to get the Beast. She grunted and rolled over to her back; what would the Beast know?

  She closed her eyes and in the darkness she saw a tall man with long blonde hair, the man she loved more then anything else in the world. She reached out to him but realized he was far too far away for her to reach. She opened her mouth to call out to him until she saw something in his arms. A small bundle of yellow – a blanket? She heard a small cry and shook her head from side to side and screamed "no" over and over again, though she couldn't hear herself. That was her baby! She didn't want to lose it! She wanted it back, she screamed and cried all the more when Angel turned and walked away still carrying the small yellow blanket that held the last piece of her heart.

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  Beast entered the large kitchen to see Beauty lying on the floor crying. Her skirts were covered in blood and her hands clutched to her stomach. Beast quickly lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and towards one of the several rooms. It didn't matter which one, he was later glad that it wasn't her own room. He laid the girl down on the bed and turned to see Angel was already starting a fire.

  He turned back to the girl and lifted her skirts up around her hips. He had once seen his mother, who was the towns' midwife, help give birth to a child. He had hid in one of the cabinets so she wouldn't yell at him to leave. He knew that it was far too soon for Beauty to give birth. He turned to the lad who looked at him oddly, of course not understanding what was going on. Beast picked the boy up hurriedly by the back of his shirt and pushed him out the door. Angel grabbed Beast's waist and tried to get back into the room, worried for the girl.

  "I promise," Beast said getting close to the boy's face, "I won't let her die." He nodded his head, as if realizing that now he had to keep that promise. He may have been a prideful bastard but he was not a liar. The boy cried and sat on the floor as Beast slammed the door and turned to look at the girl.

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  Angel sat on the floor just out side the door and cried. He was so afraid for Tee. He loved Tee and Kiddy both very much. He had at first placed an ear to the door and tried to listen but other than hearing Tee crying and Kiddy talking gently he couldn't make out what was going on.

  He knew something had been different with Tee for a while. She began to hug her belly a lot, but he didn't really understand what was going on. It was better that he didn't know about the baby, if Tee had a healthy child then Angel's idea of Tee and Kiddy and himself being a family might not work out. He looked around himself at the hall way, the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the pictures, the stairs, the castle... it had given him his sanctuary from his father, it had given him everything he wished for. He had wished that he wouldn't be alone anymore and he found Kiddy. He wished he had someone like Ma and he found Tee. He wished for food and when he went to the kitchen he found it, for drink as well. Anything he needed all he had to do was wish for it and it would come to him.

  Why was the castle trying to take it all away from him? Did it not love him anymore? He still loved it! That wasn't fair! He brushed his tears away and laid a closed fist over his heart and wished that Tee would not die. Then he opened his eyes and looked around the castle once again, the look on his face daring it not to listen to his wish. He stood up and ran into her room and lit a warm fire, pulled down the blankets and got everything ready. He had seen her sick before, but when she lay on the floor in the kitchen, which was the first time he had ever seen her scared.

  He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a long white nightgown. He hoped it would fit her, but really wasn't sure. It was really pretty. Long and plain except for lacy ruffles on the bottom of the gown, bottom of the long sleeves and the top of the low cut neck. He laid it on the bed as well so that she have an easy time changing into it and then hurried out of the room and sat once again on the floor by the door.

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  Beauty woke and looked up into Beast's face. He had green eyes; she had never really noticed that before. She looked at him for a long moment and wondered what his story was. She touched her belly and felt how much flatter it was. She looked up at him questionably and shook her head several times. He answered all her questions with just those green cat-like eyes.

  "Beauty, listen," he muttered but she shook her head again, she didn't want to listen.

  "I want my baby," she said softly, still looking up at him as if he was the one who could give the baby back. "Please, I want my baby.."

  "I..." Beast searched for something to say... anything! But nothing came to his mind other then the words that he never before uttered.

  "I'm so sorry."

  Beauty shook her head again. Two tears fell from her eyes before she drifted off to sleep. Beast wiped the tears off of her cheeks and gently lifted her out of the bloodied bed.

  He growled when Angel tried to help and laid the girl down on her own bed. Gently he removed her dress and cleaned the blood from her thighs. He slipped the white nightgown over her head and then covered her up in the warm blankets.

  Angel looked up at him when the Beast closed the door to the girl's room. Angel held out his arms to the cat like creature and Beast surprised himself when he picked the boy up and carrying him the way a child should be carried up to his room. Angel crawled onto the soft furs and curled into a ball and fell asleep beside the Beast.

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  The woman looked at the pot burning over the open fire. She looked back down to the dead raven that lay on the table and plucked a few of its feathers before tossing them into the brew. She muttered a few words and tossed another odd, and perhaps a little more stomach turning, ingredient into the brown liquid.

  She poured water into a bowl and let a drop of the liquid fall into the water as well. She smiled when the water began to show her visions, and then frowned at the sight of things she did not expect to see. And with some of those visions, anger grew inside of her and pain stung her broken heart.. 

Hey again, techbaby here-  -I will try to post another chapter later in the week or over the weekend, I only have a few more on my drive, so then I'll have to wait for Unleashed_Soul to send me the rest.  I did get a quick messege from her saying that she had been working on wrapping it up, so I'm assuming there aren't many more to go.

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