AN: hello again guys, sorry again for slow updates, will try and update at least once a week! But, if you quite like this story, I'm also working on 'Follow the Breadcrumbs', a different version of Hansel and Gretel, which i will be updating in sync with this one, so if you check that one out, I'd really appreciate it!

again, please review, thank you Heaven Esther15 for your review, thanks so much!

anyway, i doubt anyone reads this bit anyway, so i'll let you get on with it!

Disclaimer: i do not own Beauty and the Beast, but this is my take on it, so i guess i own some parts? ah well!

To be perfectly honest, Philip had absolutely no idea what he was going to tell Annabelle. Hi, friend, you know that party you sent us to. Well it was a ruse, and now your sisters been attacked by some hormonal guys, and locked herself into a large, dark, house. Well, what else could he say? She had to know, Maryssa was her sister.

Philip twisted his thumbs, biting his lip, standing outside their front door. He had no idea what he was going to say, and was no further in this plan when his fist went up, on its own accord, to rap on the door.

It felt like a lifetime, Maryssa's lifetime, before Annabelle opened the door, but eventually she did, her eyes sagging, her normally full red lips drooping into a frown. When she saw him though, her face filled with worry almost instantly.

"Where is she?!" She cried, and flew at Philip, grabbed him and pulled him towards her, so she was sobbing on his shoulder. He stroked her back for a couple of seconds before tugging her back.

"The party-" he started and stuttered,

"-Was a complete ruse, I know. Thinek's just been round here." She rolled her eyes, pretending it was no big deal. But Philip could see she was straining, that whatever Guy had done, it had completely drained her of energy. He decided not to pry, for now.

"Look, Annabelle... Guys cronies attacked us in the woods..." she looked up at him, her green eyes glistening, "I managed to hide, but your sister kept running. I followed. .. and…and..."

"Did they take her!?" Annabelle cried shaking Philip slightly.

"No, no...They tried. Don't worry; I don't think they hurt her." She sighed, the momentous panic still in her eyes. "She managed to get through these gates... I'm not sure what was behind them, but the men couldn't get through to her..." he trailed off, not sure still of what to do.

"Take me there. Please Philip. Please take me. We have to get her back..!" She looked up at him pleadingly. She didn't have her own car, only Maryssa's, and she couldn't bear to use that, not when she wasn't here. And possibly in danger. Slowly, Philip nodded.

"Alright. Let's go. Though, I'm not going to stay. I've had enough drama in those woods for a lifetime." Annabelle mumbled something Philip didn't hear, but she didn't make any fuss other than that.

"Okay then. Come on." Tying her hair back with a blue ribbon, and picking up her green coat from the rickety old coat stand, Annabelle pushed her way out of her home, without a second thought. She had left her father sleeping, knowing he could sleep for Britain, so no way would he wake up. After locking the door, she spun round and dived toward the car, sitting herself down and locking the seat belt in. Philip looking slightly confused asked if she really wanted to use her sister's car, or if they should go and collect his own. She quickly agreed on the latter, seeing as Maryssa wasn't there, and it already had enough scratches on it

Once they had speedily switched cars, Philip drove them as fast as possible back into the woods. He was constantly checking his wing mirrors for the guys again, but never saw them. Soon they reached a little clearing, not far from the gates. Philip was still paranoid, but finally was vaguely comfortable with where they were, and turned to face her:

"Right, well... this is where I leave you." Annabelle nodded, now she was actually here, her impulse to jump in to rescue her sister had mysteriously vanished. She smiled nervously to Philip and slowly climbed out of the car.

"Good Luck Annabelle. Please bring Maryssa home safe." Philip whispered and Annabelle turned to face him.

"Y'know, there's still time if you want to change your mind. Come with me?" Annabelle pleaded, but Philip just smiled sadly and stuck the key in the ignition.

"Sorry honey. I can't go on."

"Well at least wait here until I get beyond the gate. Please Philip? I'm..I'm scared." Philip agreed, begrudgingly. He'd spent enough time in that forest scared out of his wits, to understand what she meant.

Slowly, frightened, Annabelle crept towards the ginormous gates. Millions of possibilities went through her head, especially the thought of Maryssa, lying dead at the foot of an old spooky gravestone. It didn't help that it was pitch black, and she could hear an owl twit-twooing behind her. But suddenly her fear was jilted, when behind the heavy iron gate, she caught sight of a strip of something she recognised. Was it...? No, it couldn't be...! Forgetting everything but that strip of clothing, she pulled open the gate with all her might, slipped through and dived onto it. She was right! It was Maryssa's dress fabric! She has known it a mile off, as she was the one who sewed it back together for her, that glorious midnight blue, when she had ripped it the first time, in a car racing accident. "PHILIP!" she cried, but knew it was no use. She had gone through the gate, so he was long gone by now.

The mossy pathway was squishing under her feet as Annabelle made her way from the gate, until she could see the house, towering higher than the clouds. It was gargantuan, like a castle, with turrets and large windows, with ivy stretching its way round the wooden door. She couldn't believe that nobody in town had heard of this place before, or even hadn't seen its towers poking over the treetops!

Quicker than she would have liked, Annabelle had arrived at the front door. To the right of it was a large slate plaque, with some words engraved in white in the centre. It read;

B. East

Prince Adam Foundation for the Unstable

She didn't know why she was so afraid. This place was obviously abandoned, and there was proof that Maryssa had been there. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night or maybe because the house was so big, but she had to overcome it if she was going to find her sister, and fast.

Taking a deep breath, she leant forwards, with her palm braced against the door, she eased it open. It creaked loudly and she held her breath, instinctively. There was no reply.

"Hello? Maryssa!" she cried, and took a step onto the wide marble floor of the foyer. Even though it was dimly lit, she could see a massive staircase in the back of the room, which parted to the left and the right. Many rooms came off the sides of the hall as well, and Annabelle was a bit daunted by it all.

"Urm, hello? Maryssa? It's me, Annabelle! The horrible men have gone!"

But there was still no reply, her words just bounced off the walls, echoing back to her. Treading carefully, Annabelle started to make her way towards the staircase, drawn to it.

"Did you just hear that?" whispered Lum, who had been standing by the door to the sitting room.

"Hear what?" said Bruce grumpily, his eyes fixated on the ticking clock in the corner. Mrs Potts and Chip had left the room by then, as it was excessively late for Chip to be awake.

"I think it's another girl! She's come to get the one earlier, Maryssa. More sensible this one seems though."

"Are you sure she's come for the other one?" Bruce exclaimed, suddenly very interested, "maybe she's come to sort out him?"

"Then our prayers have been answered! Come on, Brucey!"

Mrs Potts had been busy bustling around the kitchen, putting away some mugs when-

"Mama! There's another girl in the castle!"

"Chip! You scared me half to death! And how many times have I told you dear, it's not a castle, it's just a very large house! Now, off to bed with you, it's late enough as it is!" Chip groaned.

"But, Mama-"

"We've seen her already, remember? Now come on, stop telling porky pies…" she flicked his shoulder playfully, and began to direct him back to his room. Nobody was in sight, which was weird, until they came crash bang into the youngest girl living there, Barbie (short for Barbette).

"I was just on my way to find you! There's another girl in the castle!" she exclaimed, before rushing off again.

"-house" Mrs. Potts sighed. That little word just really annoyed her. Chip looked up, a smug smile on his little angelic face.

"I told you!"

Lum and Bruce dived into a little room off the corridor at the top of the stairs.

"Now Lum, stay quiet! We can't let her know we are here!" Bruce whispered.

"Why not?" spoke Lum, before he was cut off with a SHH. About a millisecond later, footfalls were heard outside their door,

"Hello!? Maryssa?"

Bruce grabbed Lum and dragged behind the door, his hand over the younger mans open mouth.

"Bruce, we have to help them!" Lum exclaimed when Bruce had freed him. "That way, he can't destroy both of these pretty girls, and you know, if we don't intervene as best we can, he will."

Bruce sighed. He knew the blonde was right. He didn't want to anger the Master, but he would ruin these girls. And he couldn't just sit back and let that happen to another person, could he?! He nodded, grimacing. Lum grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back out of the room.

Whispering, he told Bruce what they were going to do. Quickly, they darted towards the stairs that led up to the roof, where they knew he had taken Maryssa.

They didn't go up there much, like they didn't go into the West-Wing. The Master had decided they were forbidden zones, and no way were to two men going to disobey them. But they soon found a perch to hide on the dark staircase. They knew the girl had passed this door, and had left it open so they would hear them. After giving Bruce a quick thumbs up, Lum spoke, as loud as he dared:

"Hey! Annabelle!"Is that her name? He mouthed to Bruce, who shrugged, "Over here!"

He swiftly ducked back into their hiding place, and sure enough they heard the girl, Annabelle coming back towards the stairs.

"Maryssa?" she said, hopeful for the first time in what seemed like hours, and started to make her way up the pitch steps. Even though the rest of the interior of the house looked reasonably new, these stairs, crumbling slightly, were a perfect indicator of how old it actually was. There was a musty, dank smell creeping its way into her nose, and she wrinkled it up in distaste. Annabelle carried on up the steps, past where Lum and Bruce hiding, without noticing them, much to their utter relief.

It didn't take Annabelle long to reach the top of the stairs. It was equally dark at the top, and she couldn't see very far from her. Only one beam of light from the moon came into the little room, lighting up a spotlight in the middle of the room.

"A-Annabelle?" croaked a small voice from the corner of the room. That's not my sister's voice! She's loud and, and healthy! Thought Annabelle as she darted towards the voice. Sure enough, it was Maryssa. She was lying on the floor, her wrists chained together, as were her ankles. She was still wearing her beautiful dress; Annabelle couldn't believe it had only been a matter of hours since she had helped her into it.

"We have to get you out of here! Come on!" Annabelle started to try to untangle the mess of chains around her sister's wrists but started when she felt the ice-cold sharpness of her skin.

"You're so cold! Come on, come on."

"No, no, Annabelle, get out of here!" Maryssa managed to say, before coughing painfully. Annabelle stopped and stared into her eyes, which were brimming with tears that she couldn't hold back.

"I am not leaving you. You got that? We're twins, we stick together."

AN: And i promise i will update soon! maybe we'll even find out the Beasts name! if anyone has any suggestions for his name, feel free to PM me, or say it in a review, because im not quite sure yet! anyway, pleeeeease review, the box is only there, it only takes a couple of seconds to make my day :) see ya guys!