A/N: hey so mocks are over and I'm so tired. Anyway I think the story moving to fast please tell me.
He truly was terrifying. Ten feet tall, back hunched over a small table. His massive arms placed on the table. His body was covered with dark fur. Sharp teeth curved out of a under bite, horns craved their way out of his skull. But the more Rose looked at him the less dangerous he seemed. The fur that covered his body was streaked with grey. Though he was a beast he was dressed in a man's fine breeches and linen shirt, a purple velvet cape covered his back. And his eyes were the strangest of all a pure blue colour which were so sad, Rose could have swore if it wasn't for that face she was looking at her own eyes.
"Hello," said the Beast quietly. Rose couldn't look away from those eyes, her eyes. Only her father was meant to have blue eyes like her.
Father…
He couldn't be she thought. But more she thought this. The more likely it seemed, these were his quarters, they called him master and he had her eyes.
"Your not." She breathed.
The Beast gave a small smile, and then looked down at the bell jar which contained the withering rose. He pressed on "I wish, I wasn't what I am. Rose but yes I am your Father."
At this point Rose's anger rose to exploding point and her Father's side shone though.
"What do you mean, you wish you weren't?" she screamed. "Do you not love us? Do you blame us? Do you never born? Do you hate us? Do…you hate me?" She collapsed into a ball of tears sobbing. She believed his words, he was her father. But she wouldn't have cared what he looked like she loved him, he was her father how she couldn't not love him. And he hated her.
Vincent looked at his daughter, god how much he loved her she was so like Belle. She loved him, yet he knew what he was and he doubted he'd ever break this cruse. How could he prove his love to her or any of them?
She was still sobbing into her knees, Vincent bent down to her and placed one of his giant clawed fingers under her chin lifted her eyes to his identical ones.
"Rose, of course I love you, Willow and Jonathan." He answered truthfully.
"Then why aren't you with us?" she sobbed.
"It's a long story," Vincent let out a small smile when he saw Rose's eyes light up with interest.
"Tell me." She asked sounding much like a small child.
"Do you know the tale of La Belle et La Bête?"
Yeah its short I know. But hay they finally met I had to let Rose break down. My description sucks but I can picture this in my mind. Also I figured that Vincent would be so much more human than Beast.
