AN: Let me know what you think of this.

Song for this Chapter: Take Your Time by Sam Hunt or Hands to myself by Selena Gomez (I am just playing. Hahaha)

I'm just going to say the song is: Beauty and the Beast by Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson

Bonnie POV:

I hid behind one of the trees in the backyard ready to throw the largest snowball directly in the Beast's face. I just had to wait for the right moment.

We had been in a snowball fight for hours, and the Beast refused to stop fighting until he was declared the winner. I refused to surrender because I did not want to give him the satisfaction that he defeated me at something.

The sky was turning dark soon, and I knew that the childish game had to come to an end.

"If you stop now I will spare you the embarrassment of losing against me." The Beast yelled across the yard. He was hiding behind a large stone.

"Not a chance." I declared.

A large pile of snow that I gathered sat beside my feet, and I was prepared to attack.

I moved my back off the tree slowly while I held a snowball in my hands. I spotted the Beast moving from behind his rock only seconds away from casting his new ball at me.

I aimed the snow ball directly at my target, and I allowed the ball to fly in the air. The Beast threw his snowball the same time I threw mine, and before I could move back behind the tree the snow ball hit me in the corner of my eye.

I felt a burning and stinging pain hit the side of my left eye, and I looked down to see a rock right beside my feet.

I touched the side of my eye lightly while it throbbed from the blow of the rock.

The Beast's snowball had a rock inside of it. He purposely threw a rock at my eye. I thought.

After some time passed, the Beast marched towards me with a serious expression.

"What happened?" He questioned.

I walked past him attempting to get far away from him.

"Oh, like you do not know." I said still walking away.

"Wait!" The Beast yelled with agitation clear in his voice. He grabbed my arm.

I turned around to face him, and then I snatched my arm from his tight hold.

Then the Beast just stood there staring at me while I tried to not go ballistic.

"What?" I finally said.

The Beast seemed to be searching for something to say. "What happened to your eye?" He asked.

I was floored. "You threw a rock at my eye."

"I did not." The Beast denied still wearing an angry expression on his peculiar face.

"Are going blind? You must be if you accidently picked up a rock and threw it at my face. Why don't you just admit that you threw the rock or better yet just leave me alone." I said done with the pointless conversation.

"If I wanted to hurt you I would have known I threw the rock at your face." The Beast admitted.

"Well it does not matter now does it?" I stated.

The Beast sighed heavily. He seemed like he was contemplating something, and it was my turn to gape at him.

The Beast all of a sudden lifted both of his large hands and touched both sides of my face. He placed his right hand beside my left eye and from a distance it might appear like he was touching my cheek.

"Wha…" I voiced about to complain or fight back.

"Quiet. I am trying to heal you." The Beast said, and I didn't say anything else.

Seconds passed, and the Beast finally removed his hands from my face. I looked down at his hands, and I realized how long his fingernails were. They were longer than my eyelashes.

I touched the once throbbing area at the corner of my eye, and the pain was gone.

"I believe I deserve a thank you." The Beast said after there was a brief moment of silence.

"I believe I deserve an apology." I fired back.

Then the Beast smirked. "There is no winning with you is there?"

"I do not know. All I know is my life is not a game." I replied.

"I never said it was." The Beast argued.

Then his demeanor seemed to soften a little.

"Come with me, I have something to show you." He said walking in front of me.

"I am not going anywhere with you. I just want to go to bed."

"You can go to bed afterwards, just follow me." The Beast insisted.

I raised one of my brows in suspicion.

"Come on, it is Christmas Eve." The Beast reasoned.

"Fine." I gave in.

The Beast smiled once again expect this time it was a victory smile. The Beast still had hope that he could somehow win me over or gain my trust.

I unwillingly followed him back into the castle and into the main foyer.

Once we arrived inside of the foyer, we walked up the stairs. I continued to follow the Beast oblivious to where he was taking me.

We walked up the stairs and onto the hall of the East wing. I was just thankful that the castle seemed to be coming alive. I didn't have to worry about carrying a candle through the foyer or down the hall to my room because the candles in the foyer and in the hall were already lit.

The castle was cleaner because of me and Mrs. Potts, and I was glad that even if I was unhappy the appearance of the castle was less grim.

Instead of walking down the hall were my bedroom was we walked down a shorter hallway right across from the hall with the bedrooms.

At the end of the hall was a room with a narrow doorway.

"I know you are not familiar with this part of the East Wing." The Beast said.

"No…" I replied.

The Beast opened the door revealing a room with around seven bookshelves sitting all over the spacious room in a circle.

There were three tall wooden ladders used to help reach the shelves. The bookshelves contained about fifty shelves, and they all reached towards the ceiling of the colorful room. I figured there must have been thousands of books in the library.

"This is a library?" I questioned.

"Yes. Do you like to read?" The Beast asked.

"Yes, I do actually. I love to read. I learned to read and write from my friend Eleanor and her family." I replied feeling a little speechless.

"Well good, consider this an early Christmas present. You can come in here every day if you would like, after you have finished your chores of course." The Beast said with a slight humble smile.

"Of course." I repeated.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I am your prisoner, and yet you have healed me twice and given me your library as a gift." I said in one breath.

"You want something aside from my freedom. What is it?"

The Beast took a deep breath at the question.

"Your forgiveness." The Beast answered finally.

He seemed so focus and sure of himself. However, I could not find the right words to say.

"Goodnight Bonnie." The Beast said, and once again he left me in the room feeling isolated and bewildered.

Rudy POV:

We stood in the Parker family home, and I could feel the sweat dripping from my forehead.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mr. Parker asked.

I was about to open my mouth to speak, but Mr. Parker shushed me by holding up his hand.

"I don't believe I was talking to you slave." Mr. Parker scolded.

"Continue young man." He said looking at Jeremiah.

"My servant Bonnie Bennett is being held as a prisoner by your son the Beast. I need your permission or assistance in slaying the Beast, so I can free my slave sir." Jeremiah said.

There was silence in the room for several minutes until one blond young woman spoke. "I am with you. My brother should have been murdered long ago."

"I do not condone murder." The blond haired, blue eyed young man said.

They both stood beside their father. The woman stood on the right and the young man was on the left. The rest of the people in the room stood behind them, and I guessed they were just coven members.

"Olivia and Lucas that is enough. If I could kill him I would have a long time ago. The Beast's life is linked to ours, and so therefore he cannot die. But I can make him suffer worse than ever before. I will go with you to the castle." Mr. Parker said.

"Alright than let's not waste another second." Jeremiah finished, and I knew that this would end in bloodshed.

AN: Thanks for the recent favs and follows. Thanks for all the feedback. I would love to hear your opinions on this chapter. It was Christmas for me when I wrote this chapter today, so Merry Christmas!