Chapter Ten

Discovered

(Beast's POV)

She found out what I was and tried to get away but I held on to her firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her. Finally she stopped, to sick and weak to continue. I could feel her shivering but she found out that my fur was warm, so she didn't shiver as much; once she was warm she stayed awake and looked up at me once again, I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

I felt awful guilt; I had brought her here, scared her, and made her run outside only for her to get worse. She coughed many times and I cursed myself over and over again for letting this happen. I was back to my normal self, but I knew that right now Rose was probably more frightened than ever. My heart was also pained, her words cut through me worse than a knife ever could.

"NOO, I will not. I hate you and I never want to see you again!"

I could understand why she said it. If I were her, I would hate me too for what I had done.

We made it to the castle after a few moments; all of the servants were in the castle entrance waiting to see what happened.

"Master…" Mrs. Potts started.

Lumiere, who seemed upset about the cut on Rose, said,

"Master forgive me by asking but, did you cut her trying to get her to come back to the castle?"

I looked over at the candle and replied,

"No Lumiere, I went after her to get her. But then she tripped over a log, trying to get away from me, and cut her arm."

It hurt for me to explain to them that she hurt herself trying to run away from me frightened, but of course I told them. Rose was still barely awake, and aware of everyone, but she was still too cold and tired to respond to anyone. I knew that I had to do something about that cut on her side so I looked at Lumiere, Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth.

"Lumiere, go to the Resting Room and start a fire, Cogsworth, go and get some food prepared, and Mrs. Potts go and get some wet bandages."

The servants obeyed as I took Rose to the Resting Room. The fire was already started and the room was pleasantly warm, with a tray of some fresh fruit and bread on a small table in the middle of the room. I laid Rose down on the giant couch, Rose looked worn out and the cut on her side was still bleeding. Mrs. Potts came in with the bandages; and as I grabbed one and tried to put it one Rose's bleeding wound, she scooted away.

"Rose, please let me look at your side." I slightly begged.

She did nothing but stare at me blankly, her emerald eyes suspicious. Still not moving, I growled loudly. I didn't want her to get even worse.

"ROSE! Get over here NOW! And let me look at your side!"