Alright, this is my favorite part in the whole movie! And it's going to be VERY different from the original movie you all know so hold onto your hats!
And FYI, we just finished Be Our Guest, just to let u know...
Chapter 6
Amelia laughed and danced from her chair as the appliances wrapped up their song in a huge finale. Amelia clapped, "That was amazing!" she said happily. Roderich and Francis smiled and bowed, "Merci, mademoiselle," Francis said. Roderich nodded, "Yes, very good work everyone!" he praised. He then looked at the clock hands on his face and saw the late time, "Oh my, it's quite late; I believe it's time to go to bed," he said, stifling a yawn.
But Amelia bounced in her chair, brimming with new energy; this place really wasn't so bad after all, "There's no way I can go to sleep now! It's my first time in an enchanted castle and I'm loving it!" she said happily. Francis and Roderich smiled nervously, "Enchanted? Who said anything about this castle being enchanted?" Francis asked. "I knew you would mess this up somehow!" Roderich spat, smacking him upside the head.
Amelia smirked, "Really? Every castle has talking clocks, candles, and teapots?" she asked sarcastically, "I don't read a lot of fairy tales without learning a thing or two about magic." Francis and Roderich nodded, seeing her point and she got up, "I'd like to explore a bit, if that's okay," she said. "Would you like a tour?" Francis asked, but Roderich stopped him, "I don't think that's a good idea; we can't have her wandering into certain places…" he said quietly and Francis seemed to agree.
But Amelia wasn't going down without a fight, "Maybe you could show me around," she said to Roderich, "I bet as 'head of the household' you know everything about this place," she said sweetly. A light pink dusted Roderich's cheeks as he fumbled for words, "W-well, a-actually…yes I do," he said with a prideful grin.
Amelia walked down the corridor alongside Francis and Roderich who was talking about the history of the castle. After a while, Amelia noticed a remarkably dark hallway. Quietly, she crept away from Francis and Roderich and walked into a dark foyer, like the one at the main entrance only smaller and much dustier. Amelia walked towards the stair case to ascend it when Francis and Roderich quickly appeared at her feet, blocking her path, "What's up there?" Amelia asked.
"Oh nothing; the west wing has nothing to offer, nothing at all," Roderich said quickly. "So that's the West Wing," Amelia said with new curiosity as Roderich earned a glare from Francis, "I wonder what he's hiding up there?" she wondered out loud. Francis gave a nervous laugh, "Hiding? The master is not hiding anything!" he said.
"Then it wouldn't be forbidden, would it?" Amelia said, stepping past the two only to have them appear in front of her again. "Perhaps, you would like to see something else; we have some lovely tapestries in the armory," Roderich said, but Amelia was too intrigued by the dark hallway, "Maybe later," she droned, stepping past them again to have them appear one more time, growing a bit more desperate, "What about the gardens or…or the library?" Francis asked. Amelia's eyes lit up at the single word, "You have a library?" she asked.
Francis and Roderich both smiled in relief, "Yes, yes we do!" Roderich said. "Oui, with books! Lots of books!" Francis said and the two hopped off down the hallway. Amelia followed for a bit before stopping and with a mischievous smile, turned back and ascended the staircase towards the West Wing. She knew the beast had told her not to come here, but he wasn't the boss of her; besides, what could be so important about it that he would keep people from coming here? Plus, everyone knew that when someone tells you not to open a door, it's just begging to be opened.
She wandered down the dark hallway until she came to a large doorway. Making sure no one was following her, she opened it a crack and slipped inside. The room was dark with the cold winter wind from the open balcony at the back of the room blowing inside. The place was completely trashed; the curtains were torn to shreds, hardly anything was left of the furniture and anything else was strewn about the floor.
Amelia walked through the room and gasped as she stepped on something soft. She lifted her foot to see a canvas on the ground. It was torn very badly, but she could make out two figures together in the painting that looked very identical with their hair and strange curl on one side. One of the figures arms was around the other's shoulders in a happy gesture; if their faces were still intact it would be assumed that they were very happy.
But before Amelia could look further, a light pink glow caught her eye. She looked to the side and her eyes widened at the sight; a glowing rose was hovering above a table inside a glass cover. Amelia walked over to it and looked at it from a distance; something told her that this flower was not meant to be touched. The rose seemed to respond to her presence and a small pink beam came from the flower. She followed it to see that it was pointing to a tall mirror that was partly covered with a sheet.
Slowly, she walked over to it and pulled the sheet off to fully reveal the mirror. To her surprise, it was completely intact without a scratch on it. The edges of the mirror were made of pure gold and were covered with intricate designs. She looked at her reflection for a while until it suddenly vanished and another took its place. Amelia let out a small gasp and stepped back a bit as another person appeared in the mirror where her reflection should be.
It was a man that looked a few years older than her; he had icy blue eyes, slicked back blonde hair, wore average commoner clothing and looked very buff and muscular. The man had a look of surprise on his face when he saw Amelia and placed his hand on the glass to get a little closer. Amelia went back up to him with a confused look and slowly placed her hand over his on the mirror; the man's eyes had a dull look of sadness to them making Amelia feel sorry for him. She offered a small smile to let the man know that she was a friend, and the shocked look slowly melted off the man's face.
Amelia looked at her hand that was placed on the glass over the man's; she could almost feel him through the thin glass. This man clearly wasn't supposed to be a reflection as he was moving on his own inside the mirror…it was almost like he was trapped.
The man's face then became alarmed as a shadow loomed over them. Amelia turned around to see the beast hovering above her, his eyes full of anger and betrayal, "What the hell are you doing here?!" he demanded. Amelia backed away a few steps, bumping into a table in the process, "I-I was just-" "I told you not to come here!" the beast yelled raising his paw with his sharp claws, "You disobeyed me you damn bastard!" and his claws came down towards her.
With pure adrenaline driving her, Amelia fumbled around on the table until her hands found a large shard of glass. She slashed the air with the shard just as the beast's claws were about to slice her open and the beast let out a roar. Amelia looked up to see that the shard in her hand was now covered with blood and there was a somewhat big gash on the beast's arm that was starting to drip blood. The beast looked at the gash on his arm, breathing heavily and dangerously making Amelia drop the shard. She watched in horror as the beasts eyes turned from gold to a beady black. The beast went on all fours and growled before randomly leaping at the wall and tearing at it with his claws.
Amelia slowly backed towards the door; what was going on? The door to the West Wing opened again and Feli ran in, "What's going on?" he asked frantically and his eyes widened as they fell on Amelia and comprehended that situation. Before either one could say anything the beast lunged towards them and they barely managed to get out of the way.
Amelia got a better look at the beasts eyes at that time and understood what had happened; he was all riled up and his mind was now that of a true beast. He had lost control (hopefully temporarily) of whatever it was that held his humanity. "Run Amelia! Hurry!" Feli cried; Amelia didn't have to be told twice. She sprang to her feet and ran out the door; she ran down the hallway for a bit until the sound of the door slamming open caused her to stop.
She pressed herself against a pillar that was part of the wall hoping to hide herself when she heard a yelp, "Feli!" she whispered in horror before hearing the thunderous sound of the beast running down the hall. "What's going on?" a familiar voice asked. Amelia looked up in horror to see Francis and Roderich coming down the hall towards her. She peeked from her hiding place and saw the beast running at top speed towards the two objects causing them to freeze in horror.
Quick as a flash Amelia leapt out from her hiding spot, grabbed them, and rolled out of the way just as the beast thundered past, his claws leaving huge marks in the floor where the two servants had just stood. She looked down at the shivering Francis and Roderich in her arms, "You two okay?" she asked. They wordlessly nodded, a bit stunned that they were about an inch from death.
A whimper caused her head to snap up and she spotted Feli limping down the hall as fast as he could. One of his front legs was covered in blood and Amelia could see a few wooden splinters embedded in the open wounds. Amelia put Francis and Roderich on the ground knelt in front of Feli, "Are you alright?" she asked. "I-I think so…" the wolf said softly, tears brimming his eyes.
A loud crash was heard from further down the hall as well as a few screams of alarm and horror struck Amelia like an arrow. If the beast couldn't control himself, he might hurt or even destroy some of his servants without meaning to! Amelia sprang to her feet, "I've got to stop him," she said quietly before taking off down the hallway; she had started this by going into the West Wing in the first place and as a hero it was her responsibility.
She flew down the stairs and ran into the kitchen where it was absolute chaos. Glass objects were trying to get to a safe place where they wouldn't be broken as the beast rampaged around the place, breaking tables and counters that (thankfully) weren't alive. Amelia's eyes widened as she spotted Peter who was on the tea cart and looking frantically around for a way off. Tino cried out in horror as the beast swiped the cart, sending the small teacup flying through the air. Amelia quickly ran up and caught the small cup just in time, 'I've got to get him away from the castle; he'll destroy everything and everyone at this rate!' She thought frantically as an idea sprang to her mind.
She quickly placed Peter inside a cupboard and picked up a piece of wood from one of the splintered tables, "Hey! Beast boy!" she yelled, chucking the wood at the angry creature. The beast turned around angrily at the impact and Amelia waved to him, "Catch me if you can!" she taunted before running out the kitchen door. As fast as her legs could carry her, Amelia grabbed her cloak and headed for the main door, "Where are you going?" Francis called as he and Roderich had just arrived on the stairway.
Amelia grabbed the large door handle, "This guy is breaking everything in sight; I've got to get him away from here!" she explained as she opened the door to the chilling snowy winds outside. The beast burst out of the door and Amelia waved again, "Over here big guy!" she called and ran out the door. The moment she was out she put her thumb and index finger in her mouth and let out a loud whistle. With a short whinny, Minty cantered towards her and Amelia jumped onto her back just as the beast ran outside after her. "Go Minty!" Amelia yelled, snapping the reins and the horse took off through the gate and into the woods with the beast close behind.
Maybe if he got all his energy out he would calm down? Amelia could only hope she was right for doing this as she steered Minty through the deepening snow. The chase continued until there was a howl in the distance. Amelia looked around and saw a pack of wolves watching from all around them. Amelia cursed under her breath and urged Minty to go faster. The horse had no problem with it as she just wanted to get the hell away from this place and never look back.
Eventually, Amelia and Minty reached the crossroad that connected to the road that led back home when a loud familiar roar caused her to stop suddenly. Amelia looked behind her to see that the beast wasn't following them anymore and the howls and growls of wolves could be heard in the distance as well as the horrid sound of fangs biting into flesh.
On instinct, Amelia urged Minty back down the dark path and followed the sounds until she came to a snowy clearing where her eyes widened; the beast was fighting the wolves! His eyes were still beady black and he was still acting like an animal, but that didn't change the fact that he was getting slaughtered. Red blossomed on the snow as the beast rolled this way and that trying to throw the wolves off.
Amelia was about to steer Minty down a different path but she stopped herself. She looked back at the beast that seemed to be getting tired as more and more blood poured from the wound on his arm that Amelia gave him. Amelia looked back at the forest and then back at the beast as guilt filled her heart every second; it was her fault that this was happening to the beast.
Sure the guy was a jerk, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, especially since he wasn't in his right mind. It wasn't fair that he should get hurt or even killed by wolves just because he lost control. Finally, she sighed in defeat, "Damn it, why am I so nice?" she muttered and dismounted Minty. She spotted a large stick and picked it up before taking a deep breath and charging into the fight, "Bastards! Leave him alone!" she yelled as she popped a wolf on the head with her stick.
She swatted her way through the large crowd of wolves, hitting many bull's eyes in the process, until she reached the beast. She then hit the wolves that were on the beast causing them to fall off and the beast gave one last loud roar as Amelia stood defensively in front of him. The frightened wolves yelped in fear and ran off into the snowy woods.
Amelia grinned and dropped her stick in relief, but her grin faded when she heard a growl from behind her. She turned around to see the beast, his eyes still black as he stared at her, getting ready to strike anything that moved. Amelia didn't go for her stick; instead she slowly walked towards him with her hand outstretched. The beast eyed her every move as she got closer and closer until she hesitantly placed her hand on the side of the beasts' head.
The creature stared into her sky blue eyes as she did something he never thought she would do in this hideous form; she smiled, "It's alright," she whispered, "They're gone now." The beast's breathing became less heavy and, to Amelia's delight, his eyes became golden as he once again regained his humanity. The beast then let out a moan and collapsed in the snow and Amelia was at his side in an instant. His fur was cold to the touch and the gash on his arm had become even deeper than before. Amelia sighed, knowing what she had to do.
With great effort, she managed to coax Minty towards the beast so she could lay him across her back. Amelia then led Minty back to the castle where the servants were all waiting for her. They managed to get into the parlor where a fire was burning and set him in his armchair. The beast had woken up by then and Elizaveta came in full of hot water and Roderich brought in some bandages and fresh rags.
Feli limped into the room as well with the help of Hanatamago and lay down on the floor so Amelia could treat him; "It hurts…" the wolf whimpered as Amelia carefully took the bloody splinters out of his bloody leg, "I'm almost done, don't worry," Amelia said as she then gently wrapped the cleaned wound in a bandage like a mother would for her injured child, "I would stay off that for a few days; just so it can heal right," she said when she finally finished. Feli smiled, "Grazi Amelia!" Amelia nodded and poured the warm water from Elizaveta into a bowl.
She dipped one of the rags in it and wrung it out so it was damp. She took a deep breath and moved towards the beast who was licking his bloody arm, "Don't do that, you'll make it worse," Amelia said and reached out to him, but the beast snarled and pulled away. Amelia came closer to him and attempted to put the rag on his wound to clean it but the beast kept pulling away.
Finally fed up, Amelia became a bit more forceful, "Just hold still!" she said firmly and managed to slap the rag on the wound resulting in a loud roar from the beast causing the servants to hide behind a shivering Feli, "THAT FUCKING HURTS!" he yelled, but Amelia had had enough, "If you would hold still it wouldn't hurt as much!" she yelled back.
"You know if you hadn't led me away this wouldn't have happened!" the beast accused. "If you hadn't gone on a rampage I wouldn't have had to lead you away!" Amelia shot back.
The beast hesitated for a moment seeing that she had a point until he responded triumphantly, "Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!" "Well you should learn to control your fucking temper, because I've had it up to HERE with your attitude!" Amelia yelled and silence enveloped the room.
The beast pouted as he had lost the fight and Amelia held up the rag again, "Now hold still, this might sting a bit," she warned and gently placed the rag on the bloody gash. The beast flinched, but didn't pull away; seeing as he wasn't resisting, Amelia continued to clean the wound as her anger melted away, "But…I am sorry," she said.
The beast looked at her in surprise as she focused her eyes on his wound, "You're right; if I hadn't gone into the West Wing in the first place none of this would've happened," she said, "Because of me almost everyone got killed so…I'm sorry." The servants couldn't believe what they were hearing; after all, they owed Amelia for saving them all by leading the beast away. They were beyond thankful for what she did for them despite the damage it may have caused.
The beast on the other hand was stunned; normally he rolled his eyes when someone apologized to him because they were usually clearly wrong, but this girl…compared to what he did a few hours ago he was more in the wrong than anyone else here. Amelia had proved that, she had won the argument, yet she was still apologizing?
"It's…it's alright," he said and paused for a second, "And…thank you…for helping me out there," he said, managing to swallow his pride just this once causing the servants and Feli's jaws to drop to the floor. Amelia smiled and finally made eye contact with the beast, "Don't mention it," she said.
They stayed silent for a few minutes until Amelia spoke up again as she wrapped a bandage around the beasts' arm, "We…kind of got off on the wrong foot didn't we?" she asked, "So…since I kinda…live here now, how about we…start over?" The beast was a bit taken aback by the question but nodded nonetheless. Amelia smiled as she finished tying the bandage, "My name's Amelia Jones, nice to meet you!" she said cheerily.
The beast couldn't help but smile a bit from her happy attitude and from the fact that she was treating him like he was…normal, "Lovino…Lovino Vargas," he responded. It had forever since he told a stranger his name; perhaps…this really was the girl he had been waiting for.
Gilbert sat in the town's bar with Gilbird as he downed a huge glass of beer. This day had sucked; he had gone back to Amelia's house that morning to try to convince her to marry him again but she wasn't there. He assumed she had gone to town, but there was no trace of her; none of the villagers had seen her either, but they did say that her father Arthur seemed very depressed. One of the village children said that they saw Arthur sitting in a chair by the fireplace crying his eyes out.
Gilbert had waited around all day and by sunset he had finally given up and gone to the bar. Beer always made him feel better when he was in a bad mood; he couldn't remember all the times he came here when his little brother was said to be…no. He wouldn't open that door again, it was all in the past now.
Gilbert slid his glass towards the barkeeper to refill it and pet Gilbird's head, "So what now Gilbird?" he asked, "Do we wait for Amelia to come back or wait by her house?"
"You won't find her here anymore," A drunken voice said. Gilbert looked to his left and saw Arthur a few seats away from him, chugging down a bottle of whiskey. "My daughter…she's very brave ya know?" Arthur slurred, "Just last night…she decided, you won't believe this; to stay in a castle…with a beast!" he said.
Gilbert smirked, slightly amused by his drunken performance, "You don't say," he said, deciding to play along for the hell of it. The barkeeper grinned as he gave Gilbert his refilled beer glass, "He's been goin' on about this all evenin'; how big did you say it was again?" he asked.
"It was (hic) huge," Arthur said getting to his feet and waving the bottle of whiskey around, "And it was furry…and ugly, really ugly!" he said loudly causing a few of the barflies to chuckle; it was always a treat to watch a drunken show in this place. "Why if I could…I'd use my magic…to blow that ugly thing up!" Arthur slurred loudly, "Now that my daughter's stuck there forever…I'd say it's worth a shot!"
By now everyone was laughing loudly at how ridiculous the story was. Gilbert clapped Arthur on the shoulder, "I think you've got a shot!" he teased before laughing again with the other men. "I'll do it…(hic) ya git…I'll show you…" Arthur said, now close to passing out. At that point the barkeeper took the whiskey bottle and steered Arthur towards the door, "Well why don't you head home and get right on that?" he offered and shoved Arthur out the door causing him to fall into a snow drift outside.
The barflies all laughed, "That Arthur; you can always expect a good show from him, drunk or sober!" Gilbert sat back down at the bar when an idea began to form in his mind. Amelia really cared about her father, so much so that she would do anything for him. Gilbert smiled at Gilbird, "What do you think Gilbird? If something were to happen to Amie's good ol' dad…would she consider marriage?" he asked mischievously.
Gilbird chirped and Gilbert nodded, "I thought so…now how to do it…" he said quietly before taking another swig of beer. Arthur wasn't exactly guilty or feared of anything…but he still says some ridiculous things when he's drunk or sober, especially about magic. A light bulb went off in Gilbert's head; magic. He could infiltrate Arthur and Amelia's house; there's bound to be some evidence of something worthy for…arrest. Gilbert smiled and finished his beer; it wouldn't be long before Amelia was his wife.
W00T! That was fun! I told you, Amelia wil NEVER be a DID in MAH stories; you do NOT fuck with this girl! Did you guess who the man in the mirror was? I mean, it's pretty obvious. The argument between Belle and the Beast in the movie always makes me giggle now because of how the Beast acts like a little kid who just lost an argument. And we FINALLY know Lovino's name so I don't have to keep calling him 'the beast'; Thank the Holy Roman Empire!
Dammit Arthur you drunken bastard! Whiskey can't solve EVERYTHING you know! But don't worry, he'll eventually come to his senses, cause Amie wouldn't want him feeling sad all the time.
I guess now I should explain what happened to Lovi when Amelia entered the WW; basically since he's been a beast for what, ten years, he's prone to phases that cause his to go crazy. He basically becomes the animal he will become if he doesn't learn to love. These phases usually only happen when he is feeling really threatened or harsh physical harm comes to his body (in this case, Amelia cutting him). Since these have been happening more and more often, Lovino is starting to have trouble keeping it under wraps and holding on to his humanity but we'll establish that in later chappies.
Now starts the whole 'falling in love thing' but I don't want it to happen right away. Since Romerica is a very complex relationship I want them to grow closer and closer before the library thing and eventually the dance scene. The only problem is...I don't know where to start. I'm eventually going to get into the Italies relationship but I think we want to wait on a sensitive topic like that. If you have any little scenarios dreamed up that could help Lovi and Amie get closer PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME! I don't want to get writer's block on this!
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