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Me: Owww... Ok ok ok I'm sorry it took so long... This chapter was a horror to write and I don't like producing crappy work... Really I don't. Another thing, many of you noticed I have a "..." fetish. Yeah... I know it's a bad habit of mine but really it helps me write dialogue better. Its how I write scripts anyway... There I am doing it again... Ok, if it really does drive some readers insane, I will do my best to fix it. I promise. But bear with me. Old habits die-hard... Anyway, thank you zerocchi, Hysteria Rogers, guest, Iamthebookthief, J. L. Johnson, guest, guest, autobot21, PREDDIEGURLNASHA100 and jorholic73 for reviewing :D You're feedback has made me kick myself over and over for not updating sooner... Enjoy...

Beau grimaced as a bright flash of green emanated from the mirror, blinding him momentarily... What he saw next nearly caused him to drop the mirror entirely.

Maurice was not back in the farm as Beau had hoped instead, he was somewhere in the wilderness... Shivering and spluttering, blundering through trees and shrubs, his skin taking on a terrifying shade of white...

"Father! FATHER!" Beau shouted into the mirror, childishly hoping Maurice could hear him. That was unfortunately not the case as he saw Maurice collapsing into the snow...

"NO!"

"What? What's wrong?" Angela asked as she gripped his arm... As if on cue, the mirror flashed again showing Angela exactly Beau had seen and before she could do anything, Beau had slammed the mirror on the table and stormed out of her room.

"Beau stop! Please!"

He ignored her, trudging out into the hallway. Angela ran after him, her pleas unheard, It was only when they reached the stairway did her patience finally wear thin.

"BEAU STOP!" she commanded grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to face her. For a moment, instinct almost possessed Beau to swat her paws off but he stopped himself in time as he saw the pained look in her eyes.

Beau blinked in surprised... Angela's shoulders were... trembling...

"Angela... I have to go..." he said softly, praying she'd understand as she lowered her head. There was no answer... She was just staring at the ground, her usual expressive face completely void of emotions.

Slowly, he brought his hands up and wrapped them around hers.

"Please... He needs me..."

Angela looked back up and what she said surprised herself entirely.

"Of course he needs you..." she said softly.

"But I need you too... stay..." a small voice at the back of her mind cried as Beau turned around to go down the stairs.

"WAIT!" she shouted before she could stop herself.

"Angela..."

"You can't go..."

Beau's eyes widened. Did his ears deceive him? How could she say that? Had she gone completely mad?
"Angela... What are you..."

"Beau you can't..."

Angela he needs me! He's out there alone in the blizzard! FOR CHRIST SAKE HE COULD DIE!" he almost screamed into Angela's face. He backed away a little upon seeing her eyes narrow.

"You didn't even let me finish..."

"I..."

"You can't go..."

Beau felt his shoulders lower and his eyes fall to the ground...

"Not dressed like this."

Beau blinked.

"Angela"

"No listen to me..." she retorted harshly.

"I."

" You're being an idiot...Just running off into a blizzard dressed like this? You'll catch the death of cold and then what good would you be to your father?"

"Angela."

"Beau, listen to me. Go to your room. Change, grab some provisions and then..." she paused and took a deep breath,

"And then go look for your father..."

There was silence between them with Beau wasting some of his precious time by staring, unblinkingly at Angela, his mouth agape. Finally, he nodded and continued down the stairs. Angela emitted a soft moan as she watched him disappear into the hallway.

"Get it together... Don't cry... Don't you dare cry..." she begged herself before taking a deep breath, trying to get her heart rate in control. Looking around, she noticed her servants cowering nearby in a corner, huddling together, the looks on their faces demanding to know what was going on but then again they knew from experience that their mistress was not in the best of moods to be questioned.

"Well don't just stand there... Help him!" she ordered harshly, almost snarling at them. They blinked before scurrying off helter skelter to do as she asked.

As soon as they were gone, Angela buried her face into her paws as she felt hot tears just starting to prickle from the corner of her eyes. So much for not crying, she was just seconds away from breaking down completely and wanted to do nothing else but to fling herself onto her bed, sobbing and screaming, ready to tear away the stupid dress, gloves and whatever else she was wearing and curse them for not working. They were supposed to make Beau want to stay with her forever not make him run away... The perfect day...ruined... just like that...

By the time Beau had raced back to the West Wing, he found Angela silently standing at her balcony, her eyes faraway. Slowly, she turned and looked at him. No words needed to be exchanged. Beau knew she had been crying. Without hesitating, he pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you for understanding how much he needs me..." he whispered into her ear. Tapping her back gently as she seemed to be quivering within his arms. Feeling guilty, Beau wrapped her in a tighter hug, trying his best to comfort her in some way... any way...

"I'll come back once..."

"NO!" that reply came out as both a snarl and a sob. She glared at him with what appeared as anger in those emerald eyes... But Beau knew better... It was something else... Something more painful...

"Angela."

"Beau... Just..."

There was a pause, that horrible nail biting silence... Everything was still apart from Angela's trembling shoulders... Finally, with her fists clenched so tightly Beau could see the knuckles protrude from beneath the silk gloves... She spoke...

"Beau..." her tone was gentler this time...

"Angela what's wrong?"

"Look... I...I can't explain it but... Things... Things would be different... if you came back... Please just try to understand... "

"Understand what?!" Beau thought in exasperation. What was Angela not telling him and from the looks of it, will never want to tell him? No, he didn't care; he was going to come back, as soon as sorted out this... this... mess.

"Angela..."

"You should go. Your father needs you..." came her soft voice, as she slowly backed away from him.

"Take this... It will show you how to find him, and also... also how to find your way home."

"Angela, I can possibly..."
"Please. I want you to have it so... So you'll never forget me..." and with that, she gently pressed the mirror into his still outstretched arms, a sad smile on her tear stained face.

Beau clenched his fists, a lump forming in his throat. For the first time in a long time, he was completely lost for words.

Finally, he pulled her into another hug, cherishing his last few seconds with her.

"Angela, I WILL come back. I promise..." and before he could stop himself, he pulled her in closer and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Goodbye..." he said softly, before striding out of her room. Using ever ounce of his will power to tell himself not to look back.

Angela watched Beau's figure disappear into the darkness before she stumbled to the balcony... not really looking where she was going... Just drifting... Closing her eyes, she buried her face into her hands.

"Why?" she snarled, her claws digging into her face, drawing blood.

"Why? Why? WHY?!"

She could have so easily kept Beau here with her... She just needed a little more time... Just a little more... but at what cost? The life of another? Even she wasn't that selfish...

Angela growled, whom was she fooling? Deep down, she knew she was that selfish. Beau staying would have been so easy. After all, he did promise to stay forever, and she knew him well enough to know that he would keep that promise... Angela sighed... That was the thing about Beau... He would keep it, no matter how painful it was for him to watch his father die from a distance. Angela clenched her fists... It was so simple... and yet on the other hand, she had released him so that he could go home to save his father while she, would have to stay like this forever, left completely without hope...

The sound of thundering hooves caught Angela's attention and she turned to watch Philippe and Beau gallop away from the castle... gallop away from her... She moaned... Why had she done it then? What had possessed her to let go of the most precious thing in her life?

"Why did you do it?" a voice whispered in her head.

"I...I..."

"Don't you realized what you have done?! You've condemned yourself! You've condemned everyone who has every tried to help you! You're a monster... A horrible, horrible monster"

A wrenching sensation overcame Angela.

"I know... I've always known..."

"Then why?"

"He would never have forgiven me... I never would have forgiven myself if I made him go through so much pain... " she said weakly, her knees starting to buckle.

The voice laughed, that horrible cold laugh.

"Please, you cause pain to everyone around you! How is this time any different?" it sneered malevolently, causing tears to well up in Angela's eyes.

"Because... because I love him..." she whispered.

It was kind of funny actually... Before he had stumbled into her life... Angela knew nothing of love or falling in love... True, she had desperately wanted love...but as a means to an end, love was her end of the bargain to regain her humanity from this god-forsaken curse... or to think that as a naïve child, she had always imagined that love would lead her to the prince of her dreams... The prince charming that would have asked for her hand in marriage and that they would have lived happily ever after on some castle in the clouds... However, after her transformation... She had lost all hope with herself being able to make someone fall love in her...She was certain her prince would sooner impale her with the mace than rescue her from the curse... With that thought in mind, she had forced herself to forget such stupid fantasies and abandon such childish things as happily ever afters... There was obviously no hope for her...

But after meeting Beau, little did she know that he would slowly rekindle her ability to hope and believe in the better... In the two months he had spent with her, he had shown her more care and compassion than anyone ever did in her twenty years of existence... The memory of how Beau had danced with her that magical evening, how she had felt so special in his arms... How she was only minutes away from declaring her love to him... Angela hugged herself, unable to think about this anymore... she was beginning to think LOVE was the real curse she was under... Never had it occurred to her that love could be so... painful...

Gripping the stone ledge so tightly it actually began to chip... She lowered her head.

"It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!" she thought angrily. Why did Beau have to leave her? The only good thing to have come from this curse was now also being viciously taken away from her. WHAT HAD SHE DONE TO DESERVE THIS? SHE WAS JUST A CHILD WHEN SHE WAS CURSED. JUST A STUPID NAÏVE CHILD... A child who didn't know better...Hot tears flowed down her face. The feelings of disappointment, anguish, regret... They were all feelings that she was all too familiar with... Yet, that tight sensation clamping over her heart, ripping it out artery by artery was unfortunately new... Never had she felt so battered, so broken, so hurt...

Angela grabbed her hair, angrily ripping out the pins that had held the thick locks in place... Nothing mattered anymore... Nothing at all...Beau was... gone... She was alone...She was still a beast... She was still a monster, an animal... Unfit, unconditioned, undeserving of love... Unable to bottle her misery any longer, she threw her head up and released a long mournful howl...

Well wasn't that depressing... Well I'm trying to follow the Disney movie but not at the same time. Angela reacted very differently from Adam did, she actually had to really think about let Beau go and is doing her best to support his decision although its killing her on the inside...when... I don't know... Adam just let her go, like he didn't check on Belle, made sure she grabbed enough provisions or was dressed properly... He just let her go and became moopy... But he's so cute when he's moopy... I'm sorry the justification is so short... I really need to go catch some zzzs... Its 1am here so when I wake up I want to see reviews because I spent a lot of time on this chapter... so if you love this or hated this or if this made you cry... Please tell me because you are all amazing... Also... I kept my promise... This is one of the longest chapters I wrote...