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Chapter two: Truths Revealed

As always, the moring was quiet. The same old routine for Rose, she woud eat breakfast with her parents, study with her mother in the library and spend the rest of the time until lunch in the music conservatory playing the piano and training her voice with Mme. Bouche. Though she was able to find time to sneak away to her room and work on her newest sketch. But when she opened the door, she found her parents huddled around her easel. "Mama? Papa? Whats going on?"

Vincent turned around to face his daughter, his eyes full of shock and confusion. "Rose, dearest, what is the meaning of your newest work?" He pointed to the unfnished drawing behind him.

Rose raised a quizzical eyebrow," Why father? Is there something wrong with it? You don't like it?"

Vincent sighed,"No, sweetheart. In fact, it's one of your best works yet. I just want to know where you got the idea from".

Oh good, I thought I was in trouble. "Oh, if thats all you're concerned about: I got the Idea from a dream I had last night. It was exactly like that, then there was a flash of binding white light and then, well, you, dad, stood in the creature's place".

Her father's face became blank.

Oh,no! Now I'm in trouble! "I'm sorry Papa! I didn't mean to offend you or anything! I just, the dream, it-"

"Do you remember what the woman looked like?" he in terrupted. Both Belle and Rose gave him looks that said "Where the hell did that come from?"

Rose just pointed to her mother, "I thought she was mom," she said without tone.

"Rose," her mother began," Your father and I have to tell you something".

Rose just stared wide-eyed at both of her parents, "Okay," she said akwardly.

Belle began to tell the tale of Vincent and how he had been turned into a beast by an enchantress. Of how he had, held her father captive and how she had traded her freedom to save his. Of how he saved her from a pack of wolves and from drowining in a freezing lake. Of how they eventually fell on love and he was transformed baack into his human self.

Rose listened intently, nodding every once in a while. When her mother was done, she broke down laughing, "Thats a nice little fairy-tale mama, but honestly. I mean no disrespect, but you must be mental to expect me to believe this bogus story of Father being under the influence of magic and you being the one to lift the enchantment".

"Believe it or not, Rose Marguerite, I tell you no more than the truth".

Rose still looked at her mother disbelievingly, okay mother has officially gone off the deep end.

Vincent was able to see that his daughter still did not believe them. "Fine then. Rose if you still don't believe us, then I suggest you follow me".

Oh lord, they're serious! Rose did as her father told her, and followed him to the West Wing; a place that she was forbidden to go to without her father's permission. She would always try to sneak up there when no one was looking, but either, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts or her own mother would catch her and send her to the music conservatory or some place. Vincent opened the door and beckond his child to go inside.

Chills ran up Rose's spine as she stepped through the doorway. I'm finally in the west wing! Her eyes went wide, the room was extravagant! Expenesive and lush draperies hung in the room, handpanted portraits lined the walls, along with broken mirrors and a slashed portrait of Vincent. She sensed that the room had been in disrepair once though. Her father motioned for her to sit in a chair near the balcony(she did so) and he picked up a small hand mirror fo a small table and handed it to her. "This is the same mirror that figures back to that wretched curse," he told, "It will show anything you wish to see"

Oh well, if it will get him off my case. "Show me the beast"

Rose stared at the mirror's smooth glase surface clouded over to reveal, not the creature that had haunted her dreams, but the man who was standing before her, her father.

Oh my god, it is true! "How come you never told me this before?"

Vincent just looked at his daughter as if seeking forgiveness," It didn't seem important".

"Didn't seem important! Father, you were turned into a Beast! How could that not seem important?"

"Rose look, your mother and I just thought that-"

"No! I've heard enough. I need to be alone right now. I'll be in my room until supper".

Rose ran down the stairs and back into her room in the East Wing. How could they keep this from me for so long? She laid down on her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. Hopefully she would calm down by then.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the foyer, an old friend was welcomed home.

A/N: Well thats my second chapter. Thanks to reveiwers, even though in my in-box there was only one;

Trudirose: Glad you liked it! I thought that Rose's mind might have been affected by the magic when she was born, so she might be psychic. It's good to know that somone other than my mother thinks that I write well(she's my mom, she has to say that). I barley started the ninth grade three weeks ago, and judging by what I've read, people on this site are already in college and I was a little nervous as to how my writting might be critqued. Yes I do have a solid storyline. It's based off of the disneychannel movie "Halloweentown 2: Kalabars Revenge". I love the Halloweentown movies and I had a daydream one time during algebra in the eighth grade where Rose was kidnapped by, well I don't want to spoil it for you. If you want to get an idea of what I mean, I suggest turning on the Disney channel in October.

Hope the rest of you guys liked this chappie! If I missed any of you guys, I will mention you in the next chappie. If I get enough reveiws. Also, I will be posting another story soon (as soon as Lumbabsfan is finished reading it) ;)

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-Leota