A/N; so I should of really of updated this ages ago but I've been just too busy.
Well I'm updating now.
The Beast throw the old man into the carriage which stepped up on to it legs running in the direction of the village. The Beast looked up to the tower and saw the girl sobbing out of the widow, what was her name again? Belle that was it, it suited her well she was very beautiful the Beast admitted to himself. He walked up to the castle towards the dungeon Lumire stopped him on his way upstairs.
"Master?" Lumire questioned innocently.
"What!" The Beast said angrily.
"Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer her a more comfortable room." The Beast growled him and Lumire changed his mind. "Then again maybe not."
The Beast walked in to the dungeon and looked at the crying figure at the widow of the prison cell. She was beautiful her form curving gently over the windowsill. Her eyes still wide with fear as she turned to him.
"I didn't even let me say good bye. I'll never see him again. I didn't get to say good-bye." She said though her tears. The Beast realized for a moment that he must human deep down for he felt sorry for this girl in his prison.
"I'll show you to your room." Remembering Lumire's earlier comment about giving her a better room.
The girl looked surprised for a moment before speaking, "My room?" she indicated the cell. "But I thought…"
"You wanna, you wanna stay in the tower?" The Beast said annoyed.
"No," said the girl, Belle scared.
"Then follow me" The Beast said curtly to the girl and she followed him. The Beast grabbed Lumire and lead her down the stairs. The castle that had once been light and beautiful with space and air. It was now dark and gloomily with gargoyles where there had been stone angels once before. The girl had fallen behind there were tears in her eyes when he looked back at be her, the guilt was still eating in him. Lumire who the Beast was holding to provide a little light down the dark hall started to whisper into his master's ear "Say something to her." He said trying to encourage the Beast to talk to her.
"Hmm? Oh." The Beast almost didn't him. "I...um...hope you like it here. The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except the West Wing."
"What's in the West Wing?" Belle sounded interested at the idea of something forbidden.
"It's forbidden!" He came to an angry stop as he said that, what right was it of this girl to know why! This was his home and he was the master of it.
The Beast opened the door to her room; it was an old room that had once belonged to an Aunt or someone like that, the Beast couldn't remember now.
"Now, if there's anything you need, my servants will attend you" The Beast tried to say kindly as possible.
"Dinner—Invite here to dinner." Lumire whispered into his ear.
"You… Will join me for dinner. That's not a request!" he said growling at the girl slamming the door not giving her chance to answer.
The Beast was pacing around the fire-lit dining room on all fours, while Mrs. Potts and Lumire watched him worriedly.
"What's taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn't she here yet?!" the Beast so impatiently as if he was still a spoiled child.
"Oh try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day." Said the kind motherly voice of Mrs. Potts who had cared for the Beast since his mother died when he was so very young.
"Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could the one to break the spell?" Said Lumire questionably, the Beast was no fool of course he had thought about it. How couldn't he of thought of it? The rose was dyeing and this could be his last and only chance to break the darned curse which had caused him so much pain over the last ten years.
"Of course I have. I'm not a fool" He answered Lumire curtly.
"Good. You fall in love with her, she falls in love with and--Poof!--the spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!" Said Lumire full of that hope he had managed to keep throughout the last dark ten years.
"Oh, it's not that easy, Lumire. These things take time." Said Mrs. Potts very matter of factly about love.
"But the rose had already begun to wilt." Said Lumire saying everyone's fear of what was going to happen. The Beast remembering the beauty in the girl's big innocent hazel brown eyes and heart shaped face. He was a monster, a Beast covered in fur with no terrible claws and fangs. Whatever he might try the Beast felt, no the beast knew that he was ever to be a Beast.
"It's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm so… well look at me!" He said ending on a growl of anger and self pity. Lumire and Mrs. Potts each other before either of them spoke.
"Oh but you must help to see past all that." Said Mrs. Potts trying to relive her master from this pity that he was trapped in.
"I don't know how." Sated the Beast.
Mrs. Potts took it in her sense to try and improve her master's mood. "Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up; try to act like a gentleman."
This cause the Beast to sit up straight and try to look smart. For he could still remember the days so very long ago when the word of Mrs. Potts is what he did.
"Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile." Said Lumire causing the Beast to give a horrid appment of a smile.
"But don't frighten the poor girl."
"Impress her with your rapier wit." The Beast was starting to get confused with all the orders he was receiving."
"But be gentle."
"Shower her with compliments."
"But be sincere"
"And above all..."
"You must control your temper!" both Mrs. Potts and Lumire shouted together. Just then the door opened and the Beast turned his attention to the door hoping to see the beautiful Belle come into the room. But instead Cogsworth came into the room.
"Uh, good evening." Said the clock scared. The calm in the Beast had managed to keep went in an instant. And he growled at the poor servant.
"Well, where is she?"
The servant began to ramble from fear of his master. "Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ah... she's not coming."
"WHAT!" The Beast roared. Before running towards the girl's room, angry that she had gone against what he had said. The servants followed best they could on their makeshift legs.
"I thought I told you to come down to dinner!" The Beast yelled at the door, he did not expect the girl to shout back at him.
"I'm not hungry." She said curtly from behind the door.
The Beast tried to think of a come back and shouted at door but it came out quite weak. "You'll come out or I'll...I'll break down the door!"
Lumire tried to help the Beast make sense of what the girl was saying. "Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections."
Cogsworth also tried to help, "Please! Attempt to be a gentleman."
But the Beast was already frustrated as he growled as his servants, "But she is being so...difficult!"
Mrs. Potts wouldn't try and let his anger get the better of him "Gently, gently." She reminded him.
"Will you come down to dinner?" He said very dejected to the door.
"NO!" Came from behind the door. The Beast looked at his servants for an answer of what to do next.
"Suave. Genteel." Said Lumire trying to remind the Master of their conversation before this.
"It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner." The Beast said formally to the door trying to sound polite.
"Ahem, ahem, we say 'please.'" Cogsworth told his master to add on.
Which the Beast added quickly to the question he asked. But it did nothing to change her answer which remained a certain no. As angry as the Beast was he had to admit she had some strength to her, but he would only note this when he would think back to this conversation in the time to come.
"You can't stay in there forever!" The Beast roared once again at the door.
"Yes I can!" She shouted in answer, he didn't expect that.
"Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!!!!" He shouted at Belle, before storming off to his lair he told his servants to make sure she doesn't leave. Before he ran off in anger to the west wing, destroying things as he went. No one talk to him like that, no one! Definitely not little peasant girls!
He made his way though the rubbish destroying all things in his path muttering angrily to himself, "I ask nicely, but she refuses. What a...what does she want me to do--beg?" The Beast grabbed his mirror, the one mirror he hadn't destroyed, the one mirror he could bare to have near him, the mirror given to him by the enchantress. "Show me the girl" said bluntly to the mirror. The mirror melted away to show the beautiful Belle talking to Madame I her light room.
"Why the master's not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?" Said Madame coming to her Master's defence but it was to no use.
"I don't want to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him!" She was still angry with him for his actions. The scene continued but the Beast put the mirror down not wanting to see any more. He knew now that brief glimpse of hope he had first felt when she arrived was to no use. He was a monster both on the outside and the inside. "I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster." And as he said it another petal fell from the rose, "It's hopeless."
The Beast didn't know what he did next it could have been days or mere minutes to the Beast. One thing he did know was he was caught in some horrid state neither man nor animal either one he didn't feel right. He wished that he could change be man again. But there was no hope to change. He had to learn to love, and this fiery girl, no woman was his only hope. Just as he decided to change he came off the balcony to see that girl standing in the west wing her finger only mere inches from his rose his only hope. He… well he lost what little calm he had.
"Why did you come here?" He growled.
"I'm sorry!" Said the girl, Belle backing away in visibly in fear, thinking later of this next event the Beast would later regret his next action.
"Do you realize what you could have done?" He shouted starting to destroy the place once again; of course the girl didn't know what she was doing she knew nothing of the curse.
"Please, stop! No!" she said terrified trying to escape from him.
"Get out!!!! GET OUT!!!!" The Beast screamed at the girl and she did, out of the west wing, out of the castle and into the dark danger of the forest. It was only then the Beast realised what he had done, but before he could think, he heard the wolves' howls, and her scream.
He ran out into the night not caring for the cold, his fur shielded him from that. The Beast saw the girl fighting off the wolves which had filled the forest since the curse, she had no chance she would surely be killed. But her beauty was so pure and scared he couldn't let her die. He roared and beat off the wolves which tried to harm the girl. He throw of the wolves and they fought back sinking their teeth into his arms, the pain was so great but he couldn't stop not until he knew the girl was safe. When the last of the wolves was chanced of the Beast turned to look at Belle who was with her hoarse, she was most likely going to go to her village. He wouldn't stop her, he couldn't of if he wanted to, he was so tried he just wanted to sleep, his world went black.
"Papa?" Vincent blinked back twice when he heard that word, for even though he had been all those years he had never been called it. He looked down at Rose her heart shaped face and chocolate locks it took him a minute to remind himself that it was not Belle but his daughter Rose. Carefully he began to run his massive fingers though her hair, amaze with her strength.
"What is it Rose?" He said gently to her.
"Did stay like this, even when you were married to her?" Rose asked, scared as for the story had given her some fear of a temper her Father must have.
Vincent sighed ad thought for a second, he had been Rose's age of fourteen when he was cursed and broke said curse in the last possible second at the age of twenty-one. He had lived three years with Belle as a human, and after that another fourteen as a beast. He only the realized how old he was. He knew he wasn't young but he didn't he was so much closer to forty than thirty. But he had to answer Rose's question.
"Why'd don't you just wait and see?" He said teasingly for he knew that Rose was like Belle when came to books never wanting to them down to the last moment possible. "Anyway, on with the story…"
A/N; Can I be happy with myself for the huge chapter I've just written?
2400- This is my best ever, including all my one shots. And I've still got to do a lot of the film which I hope to do in one chapter!
