Okay here comes the famous Gaston song, just so everyone hates Gaston more. And trust me I hate Gaston more than I hate Raoul. Can you believe that, because honestly I can't? Well first Belle and friends will get their rooms.

I got the song from a script I found so if words or fragments don't look right it isn't my fault. It's what it was in the script. It was time consuming to straighten all that out so please be patient with me. I hope everyone knows the song so if I don't mention whose singing the part you guys will know.

Chapter 5: Gaston

The beast hurried back to the tower having taken care of the old man. Lumiere had remained in the alcove and came up with a brilliant idea.

"Master?"

"What?"

"Seeing as they'll be staying with us for quite some time it'd probably be a good idea to give them more comfortable rooms to sleep in." Beast snorted blowing out Lumiere's candlesticks and hurried away. "Then again maybe not."

As Beast stormed into the tower again Erik pushed Christine and Belle behind him. He wasn't going to let any harm come to either of them, but the Beast remained at the doorway.

"Come I'll show all of you to your rooms."

"Our rooms?" Belle asked stepping out from behind Erik. "But I thought we were…"

"Did you want to stay here in the tower?" Beast snarled.

"No."

"Then follow me."

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Soon the small group was making its way through the castle. Christine shook in fear while Erik looked over the place in amazement. The architectural design of the castle was fascinating and he would have to ask the beast about it after the whole being a prisoner thing calmed down a bit.

Belle walked quietly in front of them looking around in fear of her new surroundings. She didn't see it fair that Erik got to stay while her father was sent away, but it was better this way. At least Maurice could go back to the house and get well again. Erik had made the choice to stay even though he was risking a lot.

"The castle is your home so you are all free to go where ever you wish except for the West Wing," the beast said out of the blue.

"What's in the west…?" Belle started.

"It's forbidden," Beast snapped.

The shout made everyone, including Erik jump.

The beast came to one room and allowed for Erik and Christine to go past. "If any of you need anything my servants will attend to you," the beast said before closing the door behind them.

"Erik what do we do? Poor Belle is going to be all alone," Christine exclaimed grabbing hold of Erik's cloak.

Erik however had no idea on what to do. He had no idea what the Beast's intention was and he wanted to find out. Now whether he liked it or not he was a prisoner in some run down castle. He felt Christine didn't belong here, but now was too late. They had to tackle this together.

xxxxx

Meanwhile as Erik thought Beast took Belle to her room a little ways down the hall. Lumiere tapped Beast on the shoulder and suggested he ask Belle to join him for dinner.

"You will join me for dinner," Beast snarled. "That's not a request!"

He slammed the door making Belle feel inferior as she ran over to the bed and sobbed into the blanket. Even though she had her friends they were away from her now and there was no one to comfort her. She had no freedom and no father to look after her. Now this horrible beast was demanding her attendance at dinner. Belle made up her mind that very minute. She would have nothing to do with him.

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"Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man. No one says 'no' to Gaston!" Gaston roared from his chair located in the local tavern.

"Darn right!" Lefou agreed.

"Dismissed, rejected, and publicly humiliated. Why, it's more than I can bear," Gaston groaned turning the chair away.

Lefou wanted Gaston to feel better, so held up two glasses of beer. "More beer?"

"What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced," Gaston replied turning the chair away once again.

"Who, you? Never. Gaston you've got to pull yourself together," Lefou said thinking now that a song was needed to make Gaston feel better. "Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston/Looking so down in the dumps/Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston/Even when taking your lumps/There's no man in town as admired as you/You're everyone's favorite guy/Everyone's awed and inspired by you/And it's not very hard to see why/No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston/No one's neck as incredibly thick as Gaston/For there's no man in town half as manly/Perfect, a pure paragon/You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley/And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on!"

A few men in the bar lifted Lefou into the air and proceeded with the song. "No one's been like Gaston, a king-pin like Gaston

"No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston," Lefou exclaimed ticking Gaston's chin.

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!" Gaston agreed.

A number of Gaston adoring fans joined in as they lifted their glasses. "My, what a guy that Gaston! Give five hurrahs, give twelve hip-hips!

"Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips!" Lefou chimed in as he accidentally flung a mug of beer into Gaston's face.

Everyone sang together as Gaston punched Lefou square in the face for getting him wet "No one fights like Gaston; no one bites like Gaston."

"In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston," a random man cried out as Gaston bit him.

Three of Gaston's girl admirers piped in "For there's no one as burly and brawny

"As you see I've got biceps to spare." Gaston bragged as he lifted the bench the girl's was sitting on into the air.

"Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny"

"That's right! And every last bit of me is covered with hair!" Gaston shouted ripping open his shirt revealing a very 'hairy' chest.

"No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston."

"In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston!" Lefou said picking up a bucket.

Gaston takes a bite of a leather belt and spoke before spitting it towards the bucket. "I'm especially good at expectorating! Ptooey!"

"Ten points for Gaston!"

"When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large! And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs So I'm roughly the size of a barge!"

"No one shoots like Gaston, makes those beauts like Gaston."

"Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston," Lefou pointed out.

"I use antlers in all of my decorating!" Gaston said as he pointed to the all the animal heads hanging around the fireplace.

"My what a guy! Gaston!"

Suddenly Maurice burst into the tavern having been delivered by the beast's carriage. "Help! Someone help me!

"Maurice?" the bartender exclaimed.

"Please! Please, I need your help! He's got her. He's got her locked in the dungeon."

"Who?" Lefou asked.

"Belle. We must go. Not a minute to lose!"

"Whoa! Slow down, Maurice. Who's got Belle locked in a dungeon?" Gaston asked.

"A beast, a horrible, monstrous beast!" Maurice cried.

"Is it a big beast?" one of the men asked him

"Huge!" Maurice showed everyone with his arms.

"With a long, ugly snout?" a second man piped up.

"Hideously ugly!"

"And sharp, cruel fangs?" a third man asked.

"Yes, yes. Will you help me?

"All right, old man. We'll help you out." Gaston finally agreed.

"You will? Oh thank you, thank you!" Maurice exclaimed as the men from the bar lifted him up and threw him out into the street.

"Crazy old Maurice. He's always good for a laugh!" the first man laughed wiping his hands off on his pants.

"Crazy old Maurice, hmm? Crazy old Maurice. Hmmm... Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking," Gaston said looking down at Lefou.

"A dangerous pastime…" Lefou stated

"I know, But that wacky old coot is Belle's father And his sanity's only so-so Now the wheels in my head have been turning Since I looked at that loony old man See I promised myself I'd be married to Belle And right now I'm evolving a plan!" Gaston picked up Lefou and started to whisper in his ear. "If I…"

"Yes?"

"Then I..."

"No, would she?"

"...GUESS!"

"Now I get it!"

Together they realized they were on the same page. "Let's go! No one plots like Gaston, takes cheap shots like Gaston."

Lefou finished up the statement, "Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston."

Everyone in the bar seemed to agree as they finished up the song. "So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating! My what a guy, Gaston!"

Maurice stood up and looked sadly into the swirling snow that had started to fall as he made his way around the fountain. "Will no one help me?"