(AN: so here's the next chapter for you lovely people! I hope you like it! Please review, it really does make all the difference!

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Beauty and the Beast, or characters, but I have incorporated them to fit my purposes)

It was only 8 o clock, but the nights were slowly getting longer, so it was almost dark as Maryssa drove through the woods, her friend Phillip sitting in the passenger seat. For a night in late September it was still reasonably warm, and she had the top down on her convertible. They could hear the rustling of the trees in the wind and the patter of little animals feet as they crept out of their homes for some nighttime adventures. Maryssa had driven up this road many times before in her life, if you went far enough it led to a huge shopping centre, at least six times as big as the little square in her village. This meant she had decided she didn't need her GPS, she would know the way easily. Earlier that evening she had texted Phillip for more information on where the party actually was, as Annabelle hadn't given her much to go on. Luckily, he had been easily persuaded to join her, and she had swung around to pick him up. Phillip was the son of her fathers best friend, and it had turned out that they had been born all in the same month, herself, Phillip and Annabelle. Maryssa had always got on better with Phillip than Annabelle had, because she was more of a 'tomboy' she guessed. He had light shaggy brown hair that always flew in his brown eyes, and he tried to act stubborn, but was almost always won over every time.

That night the pair had gotten quite deep into the forest, when they came to a crossroad. The names on the sign had been scratched off, and though she would have never admitted it, she had no idea where to go next.

"why don't we head to the left?" Phillip suggested, pointing to what looked like a lighter route, after a minute of pondering what to do.

"nah, I reckon it's to the right." Maryssa replied, looking into a path, which to Phillip looked a lot darker, and kind of eerie.

"you sure? I really think-"

"no, no Phil, it's definitely this way!" and with that Maryssa turned the car and headed down the road to the right.

Phillip hunched low in his seat, not liking where they were going. Inside Maryssas stomach began to curl, a bit frightened too. She had been certain she knew the way, but now she was not so sure.

"I think we should check the SatNav ," she said, and pulled over, climbing out of the car to get her phone from the backseat. Phillip jumped out too to stretch his legs, plus he didn't want to be alone sitting inside. They had pulled up the roof now, so they leant up against the bonnet of the Mini.

All of a sudden everything moved very quickly. A large gang had slowly been stalking them through the woods, and emerged from behind the trees. The pair didn't see them at first, and carried on looking at Maryssas phone, until the gang were barely 5 metres away.

"Crap." Phillip swore under his breath as he saw a flash if clothing out of the corner of his eye, alerting Maryssa instantly. They span around, backs against the cold metal of the car bonnet. They were surrounded.

Almost like wolves, the men leaped at the pair who stood their ground long enough to spot an opening in the circle of men. Maryssa grabbed Phillips arm and half ran-half dragged him through the group until they were sprinting in the opposite direction to the gang. They kept running now let go of one another, breathing hard and fast in their unsuitable clothing. Suddenly Phillips trouser leg got caught in a root of a tree and he tripped right over, sprawled out on the floor.

"KEEP GOING" he screeched at Maryssa, and managed to pull himself into a ditch, just before the pack of men hurdled past, not noticing him in his hiding place; instead they were gaining on Maryssa. He daren't scream again now, but he was sure she had got further away, she had always been a fast runner.

"Annabelle," he thought and without a second thought he edged back to the car, to go and get Annabelle for backup. Luckily she had left the keys in the ignition, and he sped off as fast as he could, back through the dense trees.

Left,right,breathe. Left,right,breathe.

Maryssa kept up this pattern as she darted through the brambles and bushes, as she began to loose her pace. She could hear then getting closer, about six fully grown men thudding along the forest floor fast behind her.

Left,right,breathe. Left,right,breathe.

She couldn't believe she had left Phillip behind, flat on the ground like that. What if he was hurt? What is the gang had caught him? She could feel the guilt racking up in her stomach as she pelted between the trees.

To start with she thought it was a mirage, those tall gates towering a way in front of her, but as she got closer she could see the intricate design of the metal fencing. The men were very close now, right on her heels. If she could just get inside the gates...

It was open! Maryssa pushed hard at the metal to let herself in and span around to slam it back down, right onto a big pink hand that was reaching for her. Another hand grabbed her ankle, whilst yet another took a firm grip on the hem of her dress. She was looking straight into the face of a man she recognised, whose arm had snaked through the bars and was clamping her back so she stayed splayed against the rails. His little eyes were sunken, but his arm was very strong, holding her down.

"what do you want! GET OFF ME!" she screamed, struggling against the various limbs holding her down.

"we want you to come with us, love." said the man she recognised.

"NEVER!" she yelled, her voice hurting, but still she screamed for help.

"I'm sorry," he sneered and spat in her face. "but we don't take orders from you malady. You wanna talk, you talk to Guy."

At the very mention of his name, Maryssa knew who the man was. They were all Guys cronies, and they would do anything for him for a little bit of cash. She should have known it was one of his tricks! There hadn't been a party, it was just a game to lure the 'freaks' out so he could take Annabelle's - and hers by the look of it- virginity.

With one last burst of anger, she pulled away from the fence, and managed to dislodge herself partially, giving her enough leverage to tear the rest of her body from their grip. With her though, came the whole hem of her dress, and it fell on the Tarmac on her side of the fence. She sprinted away from the gate as fast as she could, looking down at the ground.

Left,right,breathe. Left,right,breathe

(AN: I need you guys help! Should I use the oringinal curse and have Lumier and Cogsworth, or shall I change it to having no curse, but something different? I'd like to see your opinions do please review and tell me your thoughts!Hopefully if I get any response I will write the next chapter in the next couple of days! :) )