hunting4max: I did spell Filipé like that intentionally. I couldn't remember the name correctly, so I just made something up and it sounded quite good I think. And Belle just had to be more of a "boy-girl".
Shortstef: thanks for reviewing. I'll try to be quick to update… but I'm writing another fanfic in Icelandic about Harry Potter…. And have to finish that too!
Leotabelle13: Pierre is just a character I made up. I didn't remember anyone from the movie who could have trained Belle in sword fighting so I just made him up.
And I think that the woman who cursed the Prince was called enhchress… echant… enchantress but I REALLY don't think I'll be able to remember that word throughout the story!
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Chapter two: Gaston's mistake.
The years passed and the Beast had lost all hope in finding a woman to love. Or love him. The Witch had given him the rose she had as the hag and said that at the moment the last rose petal fell, his chance to become human again would fail. And the rose was beginning to thin now.
"I'll be a beast for the rest of my life," the Beast whispered sadly and gazed at the rose. A soft click behind him brought him out of his revive.
"What do you want Mrs. Potts?" he growled. The teakettle looked at him.
"Why don't you ask the Mirror to show you a girl that could break the curse?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"DON'T YOU THINK I'VE TRIED THAT?" the Beast roared. "THE ONLY THING I SAW WAS A WHITE MIST!" The Mirror they were talking about was a magic mirror that could show you anything you asked to see.
"Well then… why don't you ask it to see the closest girl or woman? If only for seeing something beside the castle," Mrs. Potts continued. A little teacup hopped beside her.
"Yeah, Mama! That'd be fun!" it said… smiling. The Beast took a small mirror up and held it in front of his face.
"Show me the closest woman. Or girl," he said. Mrs. Potts and the teacup (who was called Chip) hopped upon a table and peered over the Beast's enormous shoulder. Slowly, a picture of a young couple riding horses came. The man, who was extremely handsome, was talking loudly and fast while the woman was simply watched the trees, the birds and the squirrels that were all around them. Suddenly the man stopped talking and looked at the woman.
"Belle, what are you looking at? Weren't you listening to my story? I thought you loved storied!" the man said.
"That Belle looks lovely," Mrs. Potts whispered. The Beast grunted but did admit in his mind that Belle did indeed look lovely.
"Yes, I do love storied, but not all of the. Some are boring or simply don't interest me," Belle answered.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" the man asked suddenly.
"Gaston, how dare you to ask me that!"
"It was just a question. And I think the answer is clearly 'yes'. But I wouldn't mind taking your virginity…" Gaston trailed off while looking intently at Belle. She turned her horse around and went beside Gaston and slapped him as hard as she could.
"Not in this lifetime!" she hissed. The slap had clearly affected Gaston as he completely lost control.
"Not? Yeah, right! You're just like the other girls in the village, too shy to admit it. Admit what you want, what you DESIRE! You little bitch!" he cried. Belle's temper flared.
"You're DISGUSTING! I'd rather sleep with a monster than you! Oh, no, you ARE a monster, sorry I forgot that fact!" she yelled back.
"Monster? Do I look like a monster? You have to b-"
"Monsters are not people who look ugly, but people who ACT ugly!
"That girl… is a miracle…" Mrs. Potts whispered stunned. The Beast simply nodded.
"Shut up you little, goddamned whore!"
"I won't do what you tell me to do! You don't control me!" Belle yelled as loud as she could in hope someone would hear her. Gaston's eyes gleamed at those words.
"I will. Very soon, I WILL control you!" he whispered and threw her of her horse. Second later he jumped off his own horse and landed beside Belle.
"You monster! Go away from me or you'll regret it," she growled at him.
"Not just yet, my love. After few moments maybe, but not until I've finished what I was going to do to you!" Gaston hissed and pinned her to the next tree. He tried to kiss and lick her neck when he suddenly found something cold and hard pressed to his own neck. And sharp.
"If you won't step away from me NOW," Belle hissed, "I'll cut your throat." Gaston straightened himself up and glared at her dagger.
"So much for the loving and caring Belle. Women aren't supposed to walk around with knives or daggers," he said.
"And you're supposed to be a gentleman! Good God, Gaston, what will the villagers say when I tell them that you tried to RAPE me?" Belle said and pointed her dagger at his face.
"You won't tell a soul. Not one word, little bitch," Gaston whispered angrily. HE was the hunter, SHE was the little girl. She was supposed to be threatened by him! With that thought in his mind, Gaston punched Belle in the face. For one moment she just stared surprised at him but then kicked him in the stomach and ran to Filipé.
"Go Filipé, run!" she said and the horse ran as fast as he could deeper into the woods.
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Wile all this happened; the Prince, Mrs. Potts and Chip stared at the Mirror and at the scenes that played before their eyes. Then Mrs. Potts said:
"She's coming to the castle."
