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Chapter 6: The West Wing

When she awoke, she couldn't help but to think of her dream; it worried her to no end, and why should it disturb her so much? She barely knew her host and yet, to think so horribly about him, it had really bothered her.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and dressed for breakfast. When she went downstairs, she noticed a white rose next to her plate. She smiled and put it up to her nose, smiling, knowing that he has forgiven her for what happened the other day. Belle was comforted; she knew that he would never harm her.

"Did you sleep well?"

"It was….pleasant." she answered as she sat.

"You slept in. I was worried if perhaps if you were ill."

Had she slept in? She hadn't even noticed. "Oh, well, I did have an odd dream that kept me awake. But it is of little importance, please tell me, how are you?"

The Beast was taken aback at this. No one ever questioned how he was.

"It's just that, yesterday you left. I wondered if perhaps I have offended you."

"Oh Belle, you could never offend me, not with your hands, your eyes, or your lips. You are too good of a person to ever harm another."

"And you?" she wanted to confirm what she hoped was true. "You will never harm me?"

"I will never harm you, not even to save my own pitiful life."

"No life is pitiful, not even the worst of people."

The Beast couldn't stand it, he spoke to her no more and watched her alone.

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Belle went up to the next level of the castle, and there wasn't too much to see. There were bed rooms and a study and a lounge, with a balcony that reveled all of the garden that lied beyond the grounds. When she went into the West Wing, she saw that many of the rooms were locked; Belle concluded that they had to have been damaged since the walls were crumbling and the roof had a big hole. The only hallway in the West Wing that wasn't damaged Belle couldn't resist to enter but alas, the door was locked.

Oh well, thought she, it probably wouldn't have been too much to see in there.

She started walks away when she noticed one of the statues in the hallway turning. She stepped back, watching as it opened a passage way in the wall. Curiosity got the better of her and grabbing a candle she explored the passage. Holding a hand to her candle to make sure it wouldn't blow out with the draft in the passage, she reached a fork in the passage. She was going to chose the right passage but a gust of wind blew to the left passage, leading to a light at the end.

Belle went down the passage, having to blow out her candle as the passage had gotten smaller, making her crawl. When she reached the end, she had to shove her way out. She couldn't tell if what was blocking her way was either a table or a chair, since it was mangled beyond belief. She wondered around the room, with as little room as she was given, treading carefully.

She almost knocked a chair down, but caught it, and she saw something slide off of it. Picking it up, she discovered her mother's portrait. What is he doing with it? Does he perhaps believe that this portrait is of her and not of her mother? She couldn't deny that the resemblance was striking, but why would he have this?

Putting it back, she directed her attention to the bed, or what was left of a bed. The posts were broken, leaning against each other and the wall, the curtains were torn to shreds and the mattress looked collapsed. When she stepped back, she heard a crunching sound beneath her foot and found broken glass scattered on the ground. She saw a mirror before her, shattered completely with splashes of blood on the glass, as if someone smashed it with their hand. She wondered what poor soul would do such a thing, and then she thought of the Beast, this must be his room.

When she looked up in the mirror, she saw, even with the mirror distorted, the most gruesome sight she had ever seen. She turned and got a clearer sight of it. The creature stood before her, and it's black figure loomed over her; it's legs were like that of a wolf but bigger and stronger, it's torso was like a crow with shiny black feathers, his arms were like a pig's, coarse and gruff, with gloves covering his hands, though she had assumed that they were hooves and his face, oh dear lord, his face, what kind of animal is that? It seemed like a gross combination of an elephant's trunk, teeth like a piranha and his eyes, they were like a cat's but they were blood red and with so much anger in them.

"I thought I told you never to come here!" His gentle voice turned gruesome and coarse.

"I-I am sorry." she said in a low voice.

"Do you realize what you could have done!" He took a swipe at the bed post, knocking it down completely.

"I didn't mean any harm! I just-"

"Get out!" He swiped again at a table, frightening her, running toward the open door. "GET OUT!"

She pushed open the now loose door and ran out, not knowing where to go, but anywhere than where he was. She hadn't stopped running until she tripped on a log and began to cry.

Never in her life had she seen such a horrifying sight and she had never been frightened before in her life. What had she gotten herself into? What will she do now? Will he come after her, or wait until she comes back to kill her?

No, she thought, he is merely angry at her, he wouldn't kill her because she went into his room. But then again, he did nearly kill her father for a rose. Oh what is she to do?

Before she could decide anything, she heard a growl from behind her. She turned around to see a wolf, a normal wolf as Belle had believed, but taking a closer look, she realized that it had violet eyes, how odd. But she hadn't thought much of it, all she knew was that she had to get away from the wolf and the many more approaching. She slowly stood up, staring at the wolf, and just stood there. All of the sudden, she ran, lifting her skirts to run faster. She decided it was best to head to the castle and face the Beast than be slaughtered by wolves.

They chased her, all of them with teeth a blazing and light feet, knowing they were having their supper tonight. Belle fell, her shoe broke and in frustration, she kicked them off and ran, not caring if her feet or pretty dress would get ruined, her life was more important.

She was almost there, but a wolf jumped on her, grabbing her skirt, but she kicked the animal away with her bare foot and another tried to jump on her, but then a large shadow jumped over and tackled the wolf. It was the Beast, who with a single strike killed the wolf. Belle swore she heard a scream escape the wolf's mouth, but not a howl more like a human scream. Before she could think of anything else, the Beast killed all of the other wolves that surrounded her and now dead wolves with their heads surrounded her, all released that same sound, but more piercing as they all died together.

The Beast looked at her, with blood dripping from his gloved hands, blood in his teeth, but his eyes, the same color as his hands and teeth were gentle and full of concern. Belle, felt a bit faint, everything was just happening too fast and she felt herself slip away into darkness.

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Belle awoke in her room, covered in her sheets with a fire warming her. She tried to sit up, but she had such a headache.

"Be careful."

Belle looked to where the voice came from, it came from the darkest corner in the room and there he was. Folded in like a bird, he stood so still, he could have been a statue.

"How do you feel?"

"Better, though I do not appreciate you yelling at me."

"Did I not tell you to go to the West Wing?"

"I wasn't!" Belle retorted. "I discovered a secret passage way and it lead me to your room. I didn't mean to enter it. And anyhow there wasn't much to see." She didn't want to tell him that she found the portrait, she was sure that would embarrass him.

The Beast was glad that she hadn't seen the portrait, or more importantly, the drawings he made of her before she came here. Always after his dreams, he would draw her image so not to lose her.

"Please forgive me. I reacted too harshly. It's just, that is the one place I couldn't bear to have you be. To be in the Beast's Den. The one place where I could be what I am, and let my shame dwell there."

Belle stood, feeling woozy, but still she went to him, and touched his face, to make him look at her. She still was horrified by his face, but it didn't look so scary now that it wasn't contorted with anger. His eyes were gentle, and a comfort to look upon.

"Thank you, for saving my life."

"You're welcome." He said graciously. "Now, you best get back into bed. You need to regain your strength."

She went to her bed, and without looking at him, she could tell he was there, watching over her, and oddly, she was comforted by this, so much so that she was able to sleep. The beauty had her strange angel watching over her, and she knew that the enchanted lady was wrong, so wrong.

I promise to keep up with my scheduled chapters; I have to work only three days this week, so I'll be taking time to write. Thanks for reading my story!