Chapter Fourteen
Mood Swings
(Beast POV)
I sighed. She was still terrified of me, and I couldn't blame her. I scared her, caused her to get cut, and scared her once more by yelling at her.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you and frightened you yesterday. But you shouldn't have been in the West Wing."
I looked at her. She no longer looked as though she was going cry, but she looked up at me and said,
"I…I remembered Lumiere saying that the dungeons were off limits, and Mrs. Potts warned me of the West Wing but I just wanted to thank you for. . ."
She stopped and then said in a low whisper,
"For bringing me here and saving my life from the wolves."
I smiled a toothy smile.
You don't have to thank me. I still don't want you to stay here by force but…Keep her hereWhat? I shouldn't even listen to you. Looked at what you did to Rose. It doesn't matter; she was disobeying you, no us! And she deserved it. Anyway you heard me keep her here and make her stay with you. She was on our land and so now she is our prisoner! No I wouldn't…I can't …
The beast side of me was arguing and its rage won. Even though I tried to push its thoughts away, they just kept coming back stronger.
"You are going to be punished!" I blurted, the beast eager to cause fear once more into the heart of the only one I truly ever care about.
"And as for disobeying me you will be punished even more."
"W-what!"
Rose stammered, confused at the change of tone coming from Beast.
I laughed, I had already lost the human side of me and was now back into my beast side, a side that ignoring the screams coming from inside of its head begging for me to stop.
"You heard me. I commanded you to stay in this castle with me, and you left. You will never be allowed to leave this castle. To this day you belong to me. You were on my property when I found you, and so therefore you are my PRISONER! And my PROPERTY!"
She started backing up,
"No…no I will never stay with you and I will surely never be YOURS! You sound just like a man from my village!"
I lunged at her, my temper raging. She turned to run but I grabbed her arm and her waist and made her face me. She was in even more tears because of her side; the wound was reopened and bleeding. Her other arm reached down and she was gripping the cut, her blood was dripping from between her fingers. More salty tears were running down her face again.