I'm a terrible person! ;.; I took so long. I'm sorry! I had stuff and I hit a bit of writers block. Oh, PLEASE REVIEW! With the lack of reviews I have a lack of excitement. If you would be so kind, please review. I really appreciate them. ^_^ Fleur's history here!

Chapter 5

Charles sat down in the chair Madame Giry gestured to.

Madame Giry sat across from him and looked at him. "Charles, what I'm about to tell is something I never want to repeat. You already know of Belle's past in the gypsy fair."

He nodded. "Yes, Madame. Belle was on display as the Devil's Child."

"Yes. But the arrival of Mademoiselle de Anges has had me remembering another attraction...

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I remembered that there was another attraction that caught my attention. The tent was nice and the banner read 'Flower of the Angels'. The other girls begged me to take them in. Inside, there was a sectioned off area surrounded by shear material and full of decorative pillows. A girl, beautiful for such a young age. She had flowing blonde hair and soft blue eyes that rivaled any sun-lit ocean. She was dressed in a white costume with fake wings. An angel is what she looked like. She sang beautifully, but not as good as some. I found it strange that most of the spectators were men. It was strange until I realized what the attraction was. Some of the men around me spoke of how when they...well, they said it was like their bodies were kissed by angels. I was shocked! This girl was so young, but apparently not as innocent as I had imagined. I caught her eye and she smirked at me. Running out of the tent, that's when I noticed the banner of the Devil's Child...

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Charles just stared at her. "She was a child prostitute? That is..." He couldn't even think of a word to describe it.

"Yes, Charles, I know." Madame Giry was visibly upset. It was out of character for her.

"So you're saying that you think Belle and Mademoiselle de Anges could know each other?"

She nodded. "It's a possibility. But I would be careful what you do. Belle may not be as accepting as she could be because of her hormones. She was in here earlier. Her behavior was very out of character."

Charles stood up and walked to the door. "Thank you for telling me this, Madame Giry..." And with that he walked out, closing the door behind him...

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Belle woke up laying on the swan bed. As she got up, she noticed that her mask had fallen off and picked it up. There was something different about the room. It was picked up and organized, which was not normal. When she walked out of the alcove she jumped. "What are you trying to do, scare me?"

Rachel, Matt, and Charles were sitting and standing around. Rachel got up from where she was sitting and walked over to Belle. "Oh Belle, we were just helping. You need all the help you can get right now." She hugged her. "Besides, we have a surprise for you." She winked. Looking at the men she gestured for them to come. "Bring it over here." She looked back at Belle. "I know it's early, but..."

Belle peered past Rachel and gasped. It was a nice, handmade crib that rocked. It was knee height, rectangular, and made from mahogany wood. Its size was four foot by two foot. The engravings along the edges were of music notes. The fitted sheet and covers were silk. Belle was near to tears. "Thank you so much." She looked from Rachel to Matt to Charles, where her gaze rested. Walking over to him, she put her arms around Charles and kissed. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

Rachel giggled and grabbed Matts hand. "Come on. Let's leave them alone. Besides," she whispered in his ear, "I need your help with another surprise." A look of mischief danced upon her features.

Matt grinned. "What does the respectable Viscountess have in mind?"

She smiled. "Shh, it's a surprise of course. But I will tell you who this surprise will come upon..."

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Fleur sat in the Prima Donna dressing room, humming and playing with her hair. She curled and let it fall upon her shoulders. Its splendid gold color glowed in the light of the surrounding candles. "Fleur," she said to her reflection, "You are the most radiant woman in this theater. You are much better than that Belle. Why does she even need to wear a mask. She's probably not very pretty. And that hair? Granted, it was okay, but brown is so...not blonde." She smirked at her reflection. "Well, that precious little tenor of hers will be mine. He may have objected, but they all come back to me. It's part of my charm...I wasn't the almost star attraction of the gypsy fair for nothing." Frowning she looked down. "If it hadn't been for that Devil's Child girl, I would have been the star. But I'm the star now, aren't I...? What was that girls name, I don't think she had one...No matter, she's probably dead somewhere. Good riddance! I don't even know why a disfigured girl who got whipped was such a money maker. I mean, she did used to sing, but that was before her master tried to...but, I don't know why he just didn't come to my tent. I wouldn't have objected, if he paid. That man was revolting. I understand why the little wench strangled him..." She studied herself in the mirror. Something struck her. "Now that I think about, some little ballet girl helped her escape. So she would have brought her to the opera house and hidden her. That means she might still be here..." Realization dawned on her...

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Belle and Charles sat on the organ bench. Belle played a few notes and sighed. She leaned on Charles and closed her eyes. "I want a boy first. I will teach him the organ and singing." Pausing, she looked up at him. "What about you, mon ange?"

Charles thought for a moment. "I want a girl first. She'll have your eyes, and your genius. And she will be Prima Donna one day. So Aria is pretty good name we've chosen."

"I'll wish for our boy to have black hair and my eyes. Erik sounds like the perfect name. But either a boy or girl, they will be perfect and sweet. I do not want to pass on my temper."

Charles put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "No matter what, we will love them."

"Yes." Belle closed her eyes again and drifted to sleep.

Charles felt Belle go limp. "Belle?" He chuckled and she mumbled in her sleep. Standing up, he was careful not to wake. He picked her up and carried her to the swan bed in the alcove. He laid her down. "Goodnight, mon ange." He kissed her and walked out...

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Madame Giry looked at the black and white picture of her self in her hand. Absorbed in her memories, she didn't notice Matt and Rachel step in.

Matt stood next to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mother, do you still have those science books?"

Not looking up she answered him. "No, Belle has them." She sounded detached.

"Okay, bye, Mother. Come on, Rachel."

It wasn't until the two left that she looked up. "What do you want with...Matt?" She looked around and sighed...

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Charles made his way to his dressing room. 'I'll leave Belle sleep tonight. Well, maybe I should go back later.' As he opened his door, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. He stepped into his room, but was seen.

"Charles, wait!"

"Oh, Matt, it's you. I thought-"

His friend smiled. "I understand. Say, you want in on a little joke?"

Charles gave him a skeptical look. "What joke?"

Matts smile broadened as he put an arm around Charles. "Let me tell you about it..."

I apologize for it being shorter. What did you think of Fleur's history? Is it okay? Did you like the crib. I came up with the idea in my head. Can any guess what the joke is? I will give anyone who guesses ( and reviews for that matter) virtual cookies if they do. #^_^#