You're all quite a sadistic bunch aren't you? All asking me how Guinevere was going to take on Angela... Well I'm planning it desperately so relax... I'll try to make it as epic but still loyal to the Disney movie...I know this took forever, I'm sorry... shit came up... Like a lot of it but its over now so yeah... Thank you Water Flower 2009, Autobot21, jorholic73, Guest,Iamthebooktheif,zerocchi,Guest and Hysteria Rogers

for your reviews. I'm aware about using commas, dashes etc... But like I said, doing "..." is a writing style that was taught to me and it has now become a habit of mine so I'll try to ditch it. I really am trying but it's like asking me to write with my left hand.

Beau heard Angela's roar of anguish and had to do everything in his power to ignore it and not turn around. Grabbing Philippe's reins tighter, he forced the stallion to go dangerously faster.

"Come on boy! Come on!" he urged digging his heels more forcefully into the horse's side. Philippe neighed in surprised but immediately picked up speed, rocketing through the trees, kicking up snow and dirt as he went leaving Angela's castle further and further behind.

It was an hour later of shouting and screaming on Beau's part before he found his father sprawled on the forest floor. Quickly dismounting Philippe, he rushed to Maurice's side, touching his flesh only to discover his father was developing a raging fever. Without wasting a single minute, Beau carried his father over to Philippe before consulting Angela's mirror.

"Show me the way home... Please." He pleaded, his heart twisting painfully in memory that this was ANGELA'S mirror... There was a bright green flash, again blinding him before panning out and revealing a trail back to the village. Beau sighed. The village, his previous home... Though it didn't seem much like home without...

"Without Angela..." he thought glumly clutching the mirror a little tighter, he knew he'd missed her, he didn't anticipate missing her this much.

"Of course you would... She's you're friend..." he reasoned with himself only to have a strange sensation sweep over him. However, before he could do anything else, a moan from Maurice caused him to snap out from his trance and scramble onto Philippe.

"Hold on..." he muttered to himself.

"Hold on..."

Maurice blinked at the unfamiliar light that started to fill his vision as he opened his eyes. Where was he? This looked nothing like the forest, in fact, it looked like the bedroom of his cottage. He shook his head. That was impossible! The last thing he remembered was trekking through the woods in search of...

"Beau..." he croaked, his hands reaching out wildly to try and pull himself up, to continue searching for his son... To his surprise, a pair of strong but gentle hands closed around his own and a familiar face smiled down warmly at him. Maurice blinked. What a strange dream.

"Beau?" he whispered uncertainly, not sure if dreams could answer.

"I'm here father... I'm right here..." Beau or the dream answered back.

"I have to wake up... This isn't real... I..."

"Father, this isn't a dream. I'm real. See?" Beau grinned as he forced his father's hand onto his face. Maurice 's eyes brimmed with tears upon coming in contact with the son he thought he'd never see again.

"I'd thought I'd lost you!" he said happily, feeling his strength returning to him, one that enabled him to shoot up and wrap Beau in a tight embrace.

It was a full minute before the two men broke apart and for Maurice to start worrying all over again...

"Beau how did you escape?"

"Escape?"

"Yes escape... From that horrible monster! The beast! Did you..."

"First of all father, don't call her that, she's anything BUT a monster." Beau interrupted loudly, the harshness of his voice surprising himself for a moment. Looking at Maurice's confused face, he proceeded to simmer down a little.

"Second of all, her name is Angela... and I didn't escape from her. She let me go... willingly..."

Maurice shook his head in disbelief, trying to make sense of his son's ramblings.

"She let you go? That beas... Angela... Beau what are you talking about? She's a..."

"Kind, intelligent and absolutely caring young lady." Beau retorted not wanting his father to say anything that doubted Angela's humanity... something Beau felt very inclined to be protective about. Maurice blinked, not sure if his son was pulling his leg or had gone completely mad but before he could say anymore, he was interrupted by the sound of knocking from the front door.

"Don't. I'll get it. You need your rest father..." Beau instructed gently before making his way to the front door. Turning the knob only slightly, he was immediately knocked backwards by a very familiar flash of red.

"Beau! Oh my goodness Beau, I've been so so so worry about you... So so worried!" the busty raven head proclaimed, practically flinging herself into the arms of the surprised Beau.

"Guinevere. What a pleasant surprise..." Beau grimaced backing away from the voluptuous girl.

"Oh Beau... You have no idea... Your... Your father... The poor man... He burst into my brother's tavern one night...ranting about how you were imprisoned by a...by a..." Guinevere burst out into laughter.

"By a what?" Beau pressed on, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"By a beast!" she exclaimed. Wiping a supposed tear from her eyes she continued.

"Well I'm glad you're alright...Oh your father... the crazy old loon had us all so worried!"

Beau's body stiffened, he didn't appreciate this girl calling his father crazy, but maintaining his gentlemen demeanor, he bit the bullet and apologized for his father's behavior and assured the smiling Guinevere that all was well.

"Oh its alright Beau... It wasn't your fault your father's... unstable... the poor dear...you know... he might need some medical assistance..."

"My father is perfectly fine... Thank you for your concern..." Beau grimaced, his fists curled.

"Oh... It was no problem really! Monsieur D' Arque is an old friend of the family's"

Guinevere yelped as Beau suddenly lunged forward, his usual gentle hands gripping her shoulders tightly.

"D'Arque?! As in the man who owns The Mansion De Loon?!" he hissed angrily.

"Who else?" Guinevere smirked knowingly.

"Beau, what's going on out there?" came Maurice's concerned yell from within the house.

Beau gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Nothing!" he lied before turning back to Guinevere.

"Guinevere ... Just why... why would you do that?! What has my father ever done to you?! "

The raven head shrugged, a cold smile still etched on her crimson lips. The lack of empathy she was exhibiting was chilling Beau to the bone...

"Well answer me!" he demanded, shaking her in desperation only to stop when he felt his father's firm hand on his shoulder.

"Beau, what on earth are you doing?" Maurice yelled as he tried to pull Beau away from a smirking Guinevere, thoroughly surprised and horrified that his soft-spoken son was manhandling a young helpless lady like her.

"Father...I... She..."

"Hello Maurice!" Guinevere cooed from behind Beau.

"Care to tell me more about the monstrous beast?" she pouted innocently. For a moment, Guinevere thought Beau might actually hit her but immediately grinned when Maurice started to blurt out some nonsense about the beast living in some castle in the forest.

"See? He is crazy!" she gestured at Beau triumphantly. Maurice paused, confusion etched all over his features.

"You still don't believe me?" Maurice muttered in disbelief.

"Of course I do." Guinevere mocked

"You're just more crazy than I thought you were." She announced gleefully. Beau stepped forward to give this bothersome girl a piece of him mind but his father had beaten him to it.

"How dare you... Guinevere... Have you no respect?" Maurice demanded pointing an accusing finger causing Guinevere to back pedal.

"Take your filthy finger out of my face old man!" she spat.

"Now you listen here..."

"I said GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screeched, thoroughly disgusted by the thought of being touched by this lunatic. In a desperate attempt to get away from Maurice as he advanced even more, she clumsily slipped on some snow, sending her tumbling down the front steps of the Chevalier household.

Guinevere glanced up a mixture of shock and glee, ignoring the throbbing sensation in her arm as passer bys rushed to her aid.

"Maurice! You've gone to far this time!" one young man yelled as he helped the whimpering Guinevere to her feet.

"Are you alright chérie?" he asked in concern.

"My arm... He pushed me!" Guinevere wailed pointing at the shaking Maurice and then at her bleeding arm for emphasis.

"Get her back to the tavern!" the young man yelled before turning around to glare daggers at both the Chevalier men.

"We'll deal with you scum later!" he spat through his teeth before helping other passer bys to carry a sobbing Guinevere back to the tavern.

Maurice turned to look at Beau nervously.

"Do you think... do you think he meant what he said?" he asked fearfully, his voice quivering. Beau starred at the disappearing silhouettes of Guinevere and her followers. Truthfully, he feared an angry mob would appear at his house to extract their revenge for hurting their beloved goddess. However, his father was in no condition to handle any more stress so while his gut twisted with worry, Beau faked a smile.

"Of course not... of course not..."

Ok yeah, this is kind of filler but a climax needs building up... So I'm building it up... If any of you don't get the last part, Guinevere basically convinced the passer bys that Maurice had pushed her off the stairs, not that she tripped. This would make her accusations of him being a lunatic be more believable so she's using it to her advantage... Not going to say anymore so I won't give away any other plot points but yeah... That's it, enjoy and review! Reviews are your friends