Hahahaha... Yeah I'm sorry... I'm really really sorry... It's been a month and three days now? Wait 4... Ok... You all can shoot me now... Thank you MonsterFATAG, jasminefiregreen, ILoveGoodBooks777, CrystalCreeper, Zerocchi, shehulk, lindz4567, Water Flower 2009, and joriholic73 for reviewing and all those who started to follow and favorite this story... I'm sorry you have to put up with my horrible horrible inability to update consistently...
Gaston gripped the reins of his horse tightly not at all in high spirits like the rest of the mob or Guinevere... He looked at her in annoyance as she overtook him with her own horse, her crimson lips etched in a demented smile, a disturbingly determined glint in her icy blue eyes while her long hair streamed behind her like a proud banner of war.
"We're almost there men!" she shouted happily, waving Beau's mirror like a maniac. There were cheers and shouts of glee from the fifty or so men that decided to follow before their jaws went slack with shock when they noticed the pathway Guinevere was expecting them to enter.
"Ther... THERE?!" Bayard stuttered as he eyed the gloomy, foggy and not to mention terrifying pathway Guinevere was pointing at.
"Yes there." Guinevere nodded before noticing the looks of outright horror on everyone's faces.
"WHAT?" she screeched, annoyed by these men. Why weren't they moving?
"Move God damn it! MOVE!" she thought angrily as everybody froze in their respective spots. With a frustrated sigh, she gave the men her most convincing smile.
"There's nothing to be afraid of..." she cooed. There were uneasy mummers before a couple of men took a few steps forward before quickly retreating back behind Gaston when a loud wolf's howl; pierced the night air.
Watching her army of supposedly brave beast slayers reduced to a cowering mass of imbecilic idiots, Guinevere's left eyelid started to twitch uncontrollably, losing her bearings completely when she heard someone in the mob suggesting to turn back.
"IDIOTS!" she suddenly exploded brandishing the mirror threateningly as it crackled with a sinister green light causing even more men to back away in fear.
"Back in the village, you lot claimed to be the bravest in all France! Claiming that you were ready to face this beast... AND YET ONE WOLF GETS THE BETTER OF ALL OF YOU?!" Guinevere snarled, her face contorted in unholy fury. The mob gulped nervously, truth be told, none of them were exceptional hunters nor fighters with the exception of Gaston... In fact, most of them only volunteered due to the momentary longing to impress the lovely Guinevere with hopes that she'd finally pick one of them to be her suitor... It wasn't working well for any of them...
"We are going to destroy this monster at any cost! Any cost do you hear me? SO SCREW YOUR COURAGE TO THE STICKING PLACE AND LET"S BE ON OUR WAY!" she huffed before trotting away on her horse.
After that unexpected outburst, the mob held in their fear and their tongues as they followed Guinevere down the foggy path, trying their best not to complain about the nettles and the cold unforgiving snow. By the end of the hour, most of the men were cursing Beau under their breaths, angry that he didn't bother to mention the castle was so far away and that they had to trudge through the cold wet snow to get there... Guinevere on the other hand had only thoughts of gleeful retribution... Her ego was quite damaged upon realizing that Beau really did prefer some hideous mass of fur rather than her... Even going as far as to protect it despite the consequences... Guinevere bared her teeth but proceeded to calm herself... Telling herself that the sweetest victory was waiting for her just around the corner... She was going to break Beau, make him regret every horrible thing he said and thought about her when she returns with the beast's head on a pike and its hide draping around her elegant shoulders as a magnificent coat. Bringing her horse to a halt, she pointed at a high tower in the distance...
"We're here...
Downstairs, in the castle kitchens, the servants, the ones still capable of speech that is ... were having their fair share of ranting.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HOW COULD SHE?! HOW COULD SHE?! AFTER ALL WE'VE DONE FOR HER?! AFTER ALL OUR EFFORT? AFTER ALL THIS TIME..." Cogsworth bellowed, his pendulum waving erratically to reflect his anger.
"She finally learned to love..." Mrs. Potts mumbled sadly, accidently interrupting Cogsworth. The clock froze for a moment in annoyance before his eyes softened as he remembered how much he feared the mistress two months ago to the point of avoiding her completely and how much better a person Angela seemed to have become now... Heck, a few days ago they even engaged in pleasant conversation... He wasn't angry at her... Not her specifically... It was just... They were all just... so close... So very very close...
Everybody drifted into uncomfortable silence after that. Until a furious series of knockings caused them all to all look up.
"Mon dieu?"
"What the devil?!"
It was a strange occurrence really, to hear knocking coming from the front doors... It wasn't like the castle was well known; it was hidden in the middle of a vast forest and who in the middle of a vast forest would knock on the doors? Or were capable of doing so anyway? So, without wasting a single second, Lumiere, Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts hopped their way to the window to get an inkling of what was going on. They instantly regretted it.
"Sacre Bleu!" Lumiere cried out as his eyes trailed the seemingly never-ending trail of people standing at the front of their door... Armed with pitchforks and torches...
"Who are they? What are they doing here?" Mrs. Potts muttered, fear suddenly reflecting in her eyes.
"Cogsworth?!" the candle stick and teapot turned, hoping to get some answers from the well spoken clock only to get a barrage of exaggerated gestures in return, his eyes full of unspoken panic. Soon, all the servants were gathered in front of the window, all arguing or gesturing wildly on how to tackle an unfamiliar and not to mention dangerous situation like this... Unknown to most of them, the ruckus they created woke an extremely confused Chip. Feeling scared as he watched the adults argue and squabble with their unfamiliar loud voices and scary faces, he backed away from the kitchens... knowing they'd probably yell at him if he decided to intervene. Feeling uncomfortable in the dark lonely hallways of the castle, he looked around nervously desperately wanting some company. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He knew who'd keep him company...
Outside, Guinevere rubbed her temples in annoyance as her oaf of a brother continued knocking frantically on the door.
"Are you quite finished?" she snapped sarcastically. Gaston glared at her angrily, but couldn't bring himself to retort. In honesty, he was having second doubts about this whole affair and his suggestion of knocking on the door was just a ruse to get his nerves together. Oh sure... he had faced stags, wolves and even bears. He knew how dangerous they could be... so a beast living in such close vicinity to the village, his father's village was no laughing matter at all... but on the other hand, what he saw in the mirror was far more terrifying than any bear or... creature he'd ever witnessed and he was... for lack of a better word... scared...
"The door won't open..." he said finally, and then proceeded to curse himself for uttering something so... Stupid.
Guinevere raised a skeptical eyebrow, her poisonous tongue ever at the ready to give her stupid brother a good lashing.
"Yes brother dear... I'm sure the beast would open the door to a couple of strangers armed with weapons ready to kill it! Sounds perfectly rational to me..." she smirked while a couple of the men behind her snickered stupidly causing Gaston to glare at them angrily.
"Well what would you suggest sister dear? Do you have any idea how to open the castle doors that happen to be BOLTED SHUT?!" he uttered finally, hoping he was turning the tables by letting her shoulder the responsibility for a change. Alas, much to Gaston's dismay, Guinevere didn't even flinch at his question... and of course... Guinevere had already formulated a plan...
"Yes I do have plan... A simple one actually."
"And what would that be?"
"We cut down a tree and use it to barge open the doors..."
A simultaneous moan escaped the mob, all of them too frustrated and much too tired to even take another step. However, a piercing glare from Guinevere instantly made them pick up their axes and proceed to find a suitable tree... Guinevere smiled.
"Perfect..."
Chip nervously peeked through the torn curtains, now having second thoughts about his little idea... Seeing her lying there as still as a statue was a little unnerving for the little teacup... It just made him... Sad... Cautiously, he hopped forward.
"Angela? Do you want to play with me? Would that make you happier?" he whispered.
"Angela?" he whispered again, a little louder this time. Nothing, she didn't even stir... Panic started settling over the Chip, this scene was all too familiar, except that ten years ago Angela ALMOST succeeded in starving herself to death. This time he wasn't sure he came quick enough to stop her...
"Angela? ANGELA! Are you dead?! Please don't be dead..." There was nothing... and then a chocking sob... Chip hopped back when he found himself staring into emerald.
"I'm so sorry..." came a faint whisper...
Chip blinked, very confused by all the adults in the castle. What was Angela apologizing for?
He backed away as Angela slowly rose up, her emerald eyes never leaving him.
"Why are you sorry?"
Angela felt her heart clench as she watched the little teacup look at her with blissful ignorance. He, like her... had a whole life ahead of him and she had taken it away from him... Wait not just him... Her whole staff... All of them probably cursing her very existence downstairs... Not that she blamed them...However, unlike them, he didn't even know how it was like to be human... She did... They all did... He didn't... She had condemned him... An innocent little baby to live forever as a tiny teacup... Feeling too guilty to confess ... She looked away... She didn't deserve his company... She didn't deserve anybody's company...
Chip bit his lip as Angela looked away and buried her face in her hands... Soft crying sounds escaping her... He then looked at the open door... Ready to leave... Feeling extremely out of place... However, watching Angela, he couldn't bring himself to... He scrunched up his lip, trying to think of what exactly Angela did to warrant a personal apology from her... Nothing...Oh sure she was scary at times but she was never... mean to him... Shrugging, he simply hopped his way next to her and wriggled under her hand...
"It's ok... I forgive you..." he said cheerfully, although really he didn't know what he was forgiving her for... He got a little nervous when Angela stopped crying and froze completely... However he breathed a sigh of relief when Angela lifted him and cuddled him close to her... Happily, he returned the loving gesture... Until a series of loud poundings caused them to break apart...
It will be the raid by the next chapter I promise... Yeah I kind of noticed I completely left out Chip...God I am such an idiot... Ok most importantly... How do you want Angela to react to people trying to kill her? I didn't like how Adam reacted... like he just gave up... I really don't want that for Angela so how do you all want it? Leave your response in the reviews ok? Review...
(p.s someone suggested I do a Jack Frost and Elsa fanfic... I'm really tempted to cuz I love both of them as characters so... Should I do it?"
