That evening, after the party had cleared from her property...
"Is that bastard gone?" Belle checked the perimeter. "Can you believe him?!" She growled to herself. "He asked me to marry him. ME! Could you imagine being the wife of that whorish, brainless, vile man?!" She threw down some chicken feed and ran to a sun lite clearing. "I don't want this poor life, I just want people to understand this isnt the life more me. I want more than this." She sat in the grass, picking the blades, water welling in her pretty caramel gold eyes. She heard distant whinnying of Philippe, as he ran up the slope of the hill. She noticed how distressed he was, but to her great horror, her father was missing.
"Philippe, what are you doing here? Wheres Father Philippe, what happened?!" She held the horses face close to hers, then released him from the carrage. "We have to find him, Philippe. You have to take me to him." She hopped on and rode down towards the forest. He willingly led her down the same scary path he fled on from the wolves. They came to a giant gate that was the enterence to a giant castle. "What is this place?" Philippe began to rear in terror. "Steady boy! Steady." Belle hopped off, and lead Philippe through the gate to keep safe from predators. She saw her father's hat with tiny beads of water trickling down as she held it delicately in her hands. "Papa." She whispered, and walked up to the castle door. She opened it, and didn't hesitate to walk in. "Hello?" She looked around, and thought she was treading on water, but she knelt down and it felt like marble, then a fine carpet. "An illusion?" She murmured, then looked to the night sky of a ceiling, it was so beautiful, with different planets, moons, colors. As if she was walking within it. She walked forward, examining every demon statue with admiration. Though they would seem terrifying, they were very intriguing. Nothing but a human with horns, she thought. A man can be more terrifying.
Lumiere and Cogsworth were arguing about the incident. "Couldn't shut up could we, just had to invite him to stay, serve him tea, set him in the Master's chair, pet the pooch." He mocked at Lumiere, but he just crossed his arms and stated he was trying to be hospitable, after all, he is a humble servant of the Castle, and all guests. Mrs. Potts was washing the dishes when Chips hopped on the table. "Mama, there's a girl in the castle!"
"Now Chip, I'll not have you making up such wild stories." She scolded him.
"No really Mama, I saw her!" He assured.
"Not another word, into the tub!" She helped him in when the little french feather duster claimed she had seen a lady in the castle. Chip told his Mother so, spitting water thought the air.
Meanwhile...
Belle walked up the front steps, and across the left balcony, overlooking the entire entrance. Her voice echoed as she kept calling for her Father. She took another flight of stairs, that lead deep inside the castle. She was leading herself to the dungeon. Lumiere and Cogsworth were arguing still. They were in a hallway that lead directly to the last set of stairs that showed the giant murky, unforgivable dungeon.
"Papa." Belle called hesitantly. Suddenly Lumiere and Cogsworth were silent, as they watched a small lady with a cloak over her face, was leading herself to the dungeon. Lumiere almost shrieked as the past experiences with two other girls that wandered into the castle proved almost fatal with terror. Both girls were about three to four years ago. One came in drunk as possible, and began eating from a giant feast she wasn't quite invited to. She was maybe ten pounds over weight, clearly not a virgin from what she was mumbling, her hair was a gross damp brown, and her skin was dry. Clearly not a very welcomed person most anywhere. The Lord caught her in the castle, and chased her out. Yet she was so drunk, she thought it was a dream, therefor no one knew a demon lived in the Castle. The other woman was about a year later. She was a young girl who used her body to attract men, get what ever money she could and leave. She noticed the castle and assumed a rich and powerful prince inhabited it, yet she wouldn't mind if it was a princess either. She would do anything for money. She came in asked for anyone to see her, but she was quickly chased away out of town from fear the beast my track her down and slaughter her. She told everyone about what happened, but since the town knew what sort of woman she was, they said she just wants attention, and if she wanted it so badly, the asylum was the place for her. She was soon forgotten of, since her vanity, and loss of fortune took her very life.
Lumiere saw this young girl at thought at first it was either a coincidence that she was looking for her Father and came across this castle, otherwise just being another failure in trying to break the spell. Or the man they had prisoner was her father. Thus why she keeps calling for him. But both Cogworth and Lumiere were terrified that this harmless girl is just trying to find her Father, how would the Master react to that excuse, chasing her off, or...killing her. The servants didn't know what to think of Lord Frederickson anymore, his curse had engulfed his body, mind and soul. He had little or no mercy, as he never really cared about anything anymore. It was hopeless. Lumiere tried flickering his candles to get her attention, but suddenly, down the stairs her father called bleakly for her. "Papa!" She ran inside the abyss of a dungeon, and found the cell her father was prisoner in.
"How did you find me?" He asked, then coughing loudly with a fever. Belle bit her lip.
"Oh, your hands are cold as ice, I getting you out of here." She rose to find the lock.
"No Belle, leave, leave this place, there's-" Her Father warned.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" A voice boomed out, then a giant hand flung Belle to the floor.
"RUN BELLE!" He Father cried with what little strength he had left. Belle flipped over, and looked around the pitch black dungeon. Only a hint of light came through an overhead window.
"Who's there?!" She called out to frantically. Looking in every direction, fear seeping into ever cell of her heart." Who are you?"
"The Lord of this Castle."
Belle shivered as the voiced called out like demons. Terrible, unforgivable, merciless monsters. She couldn't fathom his appearance, for if it were to match his voice, she might freeze, and loose her life.
"I've come for my Father, let him out! Cant you see he's ill?!" She demanded. He father grabbed her hand tightly in fear for her life.
"Then he shouldn't have dared to enter my domain!" The voice hissed, glaring with red eyes at Belle, who still hadn't quite seen him.
"He's going to die, please, I'll do anything!!" She begged, tears rolling down her face.
"No Belle-" Her father whispered.
"There isn't anything you can do, he's my prisoner, left to rot in this dungeon for his acts."
"Oh, there must be some thing..." The voice was silent, and Belle heard steps leaving the dungeon. "wait!" She called, but the door to the dungeon shut tightly and locked. She banged hard on it and screamed. "Take me instead!!" She sobbed. After a few seconds there was no reply, she shuffled to her Father's cell, and fell to her knees. "Dammit......dammit, dammit, dammit!" She sobbed.
"Belle, listen to me, escape if you can, I'm old, I've lived my-"
"You!" The door swung open, and a dark shadow crossed the room. He kept out of the light, and starred at Belle with his perfect vision. "You, little girl, would take this man's place?...As my prisoner...for eternity?" He licked his chops, and glared at her.
"If, I did. Would you release him safely?" She mumbled.
"Of course, after all, a deals a deal, do I have your word girl?" He grinned, awaiting her decision.
She paused, then looked to where the voice was coming from. "Come into the light." She asked.
The Lord put in his right leg into the moon lite circle, it was covered with muscle and dark long fur, and long thick black claws on his wolfish feet, like a standing dog. He rose into the light revealing his entire upper torso. His eyes gleamed blood red like vicious wolves. That was the monster he most resembled. A living breathing wolf demon. He must have stood ten feet high. He had a long thick muzzled like a cross from a lion for his furry chin, and a wolf for his basic facial structure, and muzzle length. He had to thick horns that spiraled up to the moon, and long wolf like ears laid flat below his horns. Like his legs, he had long thick dark fur on every inch of his body, then coated with muscle. He bared his teeth which had long small tusk like bottom k-9's, and long saber like top k-9's. Both could be seen clearly with his mouth closed like a boar. He was somewhat bent over since he was more meant to stand on four's, than two's. His long wolf like tail swished to the side, and he looked deeply into Belle's terrified soul.