Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this story so far. I'm really chuffed, considering this is my first fanfic. In this chapter, the Enchantress may seem a bit OOC, but since this curse is not of her doing, she has to be sympathetic and give Rose a way to break the spell. This is the last chapter featuring Rose (for a while at least), before we move on to the village.

I don't own Beauty and the Beast, just my OCs

Having emerged out of the darkness and into the light, Rose, although she had felt herself transform into a beast, didn't actually know what she now looked like nor that the moving, talking, breathing household objects that stared at her with shock and fear were her servants, Nana and Chip.

She couldn't see the Red Enchantress, who had fled like a coward after she had put this terrible curse on them, but she did see the stone statues of her parents and grandfather and the enchanted rose, the very root of this misfortune placed on her, levitating in a corner, to which she quickly turned away from, ashamed to look at it.

Seeing their princess in the same beastly form as her father, what they had hoped that she would never be, the servants didn't know what to say. It was bad enough that they were cursed to live as objects again and those who had already suffered in their lives and had never been cursed were to share their fate, but an innocent, naïve little girl, who didn't know any better was a very cruel blow.

Not wanting Rose to hear them, the servants whispered among themselves, but her new super-sensitive ears could pick up snippets of their conversation and what she heard was-

'Stand absolutely still,' said George.

'What if she hunts by scent?' Remy said.

'Aw, she ruined her outfit. I worked so hard on that!' said Katrine, seeing her hard work torn to pieces, hanging off Rose's body.

'Oh my gosh, what is she?' Amelie gasped, 'She looks like some sort of wolf with bits of a lion, buffalo and goodness what else combined!'

'She's a beast, Amelie,' said Lumiere, 'like her father was, when we were first cursed.'

'Wait, the master was a beast?' said Amelie, 'Just like what the princess is now?'

'Yes he was, so this silly little tale is in fact true.' Lumiere said.

Rose was shocked at hearing that her father had been a beast too and that the castle had been cursed before and Cogsworth, Lumiere, Mrs Potts, Chip and Babette had been household objects.

Papa had never told her about it, nor did the servants, but then again, she did hear some talk about it, but she hadn't taken notice, and her parents decided that she would never know about her father's past, as he was afraid that she would be scared of him and that she would tell the wrong people about it, and be called crazy.

But she needed to know the truth and what had happened to her and what she now looked like.

'Nana, what happened to me?' Rose said, her voice now deeper and animal like. She then put her paw to her mouth, shocked at hearing such a distorted voice come from her, the sharp fangs hurting as she spoke. She thought that maybe being mute would be better than having to use that voice.

'Well dear,' said Mrs Potts, calm, but her voice containing fear and concern, 'as much as it will be difficult for you, you should look in the mirror to see what you are.'

Rose nodded and found a nearby mirror. As she looked at herself, she screamed in spite of choosing to be mute, although it came out as a roar, which made the servants flinch. Instead of the princess adored all over the kingdom, a loathsome beast stared back at her, wearing the ragged remains of her clothes.

She closed her eyes, hoping it was just a horrible nightmare and when she woke up, everything would be back to normal, she would be herself again and life would carry on as normal, but try as she might, it was still real and a tear dripped from her eyelids, leaving a wet patch on her furry face.

Is that really me? she thought, going back to being a mute. Looking at Mrs Potts, she pointed to herself to show if it was true.

Everyone was confused at why she wasn't speaking and didn't understand the signs she was making, but Mrs Potts picked it up quite quickly, correctly realising that Rose didn't like using her new voice and understood what she was trying to say, or rather mime.

'Yes, dear, it really is you,' she said, sadly. Rose, dropping on all fours, went over to her parents, frozen in their pose and flung her arms around them, weeping, a truly heart breaking sight to those who saw it.

'The poor dear,' Mrs Potts said to herself, her heart breaking at the sight of her step-granddaughter, who she loved dearly, as a hideous monster hugging her motionless parents, who would not be able to reassure her, to help her adjust and tell her everything would be alright.

'There's just one thing I don't understand,' said Katrine, 'How did the Red Enchantress know about us? How was she able to use the spell to turn us into objects and the princess into a beast?'

'And what objects to turn us into?' said Rebecca.

' And the objects we once were?' said Chip.

'I can explain,' a voice then said. Everyone turned around and saw the doors open again as the familiar figure of the Enchantress entered, unchanged from when she first appeared to them.

'Oh, no, not another one,' muttered Remy.

'Now, this is the enchantress that cursed us the first time,' Cogsworth said to those who were confused and afraid of her, convinced that she would be like her red counterpart, here to finish them off.

But she seemed to be the lesser of two evils, as her eyes did not have the evil and malice the Red Enchantress had, but of pity and sorrow, something that Adam did not see when he refused her shelter in her beggar woman disguise, seeing his spoiled and cruel nature; as she saw the sorry sight that lay before her.

'Now Remy, don't you say or do anything this time. You've already angered one enchantress and I'm sure you don't want to be on the receiving end of another's magic when she is angry, alright?' George said to his brother, not wanting a repeat of what had happened earlier.

'Don't worry, dear brother,' said Remy, 'I know how to be discreet, cause I sure don't want to be zapped again!'

'Oh, please, you're as discreet as a parrot!' George said, as Remy said his last sentence loudly, but the Enchantress pretended not to notice.

'So you're the Enchantress then,' said Katrine, 'The very person who had turned my aunt into a wardrobe,' while in awe of his magical creature.

'Indeed,' she said, 'but my real name is Irena. I didn't give it away the first time I was here, as I didn't think something that was so insignificant as my name was important. How you know who I am, I assume that your aunt, Estelle Armoire, has told you about the first enchantment, that I created, when you first arrived at the castle '

'She did,' replied Katrine, amazed at how Irena seemed to know about her,' She and I are very close.

She's like a mother to me, so we tell each other everything and when I arrived, she was adamant that I should know about the castle's history. She didn't want to hide anything from me.'

'So that's why you know so much about the enchantment,' Rebecca said.

'Exactly,' Irena said, 'Did any of you know or were told of the enchantment that had happened before your time?' while looking at Rebecca, George, Remy, Amelie, Raymond and Sophie.

'Not really,' they said.

'Well, we were told, but we didn't really believe it. We thought it was some fairy tale, since there was no way it could happen,' Amelie said, 'but now that we've been turned into enchanted objects ourselves, I think we're beginning to understand what Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs Potts, Chip, Babette and Madame Armoire went through.' The others nodded in agreement.

'But Irena, how did the Red Enchantress know your spell? And who is she exactly and how did she come into our world?' said Katrine.

'The Red Enchantress is the most dangerous being in our world,' Irena said, as the objects gathered around to hear her story,' Her magic is more powerful than mine or any other of my fellow enchanters.

However, she abuses her powers by being cheap and cowardly, playing with human lives as if they are nothing more than pawns in her evil schemes. She lures her prey in and tells malicious lies about them and she strikes without mercy, those who dare to stand up to her and fight her.'

'Yes, Remy found that out the hard way,' said Lumiere, glaring at Remy who grinned sheepishly.

'As punishment for her careless and reckless use of magic, we banished her to the human world, hoping that she would not cause any more harm.'

'Well, that was a big mistake,' muttered Remy.

'But before she left, she broke into my chambers and found the spell that I had used on you and ripped the page out of my book of spells. With the spell and her enchanted rose, which we believe she stole but we weren't able to confirm it, she left.

Once in your world, she settled in a cottage in the woods near your castle, as she had learnt, from talk among us, that's where you lived and the very place where I put the enchantment.

For reasons that I'll never understand and find ridiculous, she was convinced that the princess would be just like her father and other noble children, but I knew better since I know her parents and you..'

'Just for the record, the masters didn't raise her to be spoiled, selfish and unkind! We helped them raise her right!' Remy interrupted.

'I do know that and I would prefer that you don't interrupt me,' said Irena, 'Adam and Belle have indeed raised her beautifully, but the Red Enchantress, being the cruel and malevolent being that she is, decided to end their happiness.

She planted that rose in the bush under the ruse of protecting it, but it had been set up as a trap, as she had watched Rose, when she went into the woods and saw you servants holding objects, that she wanted to turn you into and I believe you know what happened next,'

'Yes,' Cogsworth sighed.

'But how did you know what the Red Enchantress was up to?' said Chip.

'I had been watching her, as I had heard rumours that she was up to her old tricks again. It seems now that by sending her to the human world, we've actually done more harm than good and I can assure you that if we ever catch her, she will be severely punished.' Irena said, although deep down, she knew that would be impossible.

'Irena,' said Cogsworth,' if it is possible, would you be able to change the princess and us back into humans, free the masters and Monsieur Maurice from their stone prisons and restore the castle back to its former glory?'

'Don't you think I could if I would?' Irena said,' I mean I would, but unfortunately it doesn't work like that for you see my magic cannot be used against another enchanter's spell and as I said before, the Red Enchantress's magic is stronger than mine. Either she has to lift it, which I very much doubt she will do or-'

'Or what?'

'There is something that the princess can do to break the spell, since this is centred around her like it was for her father,' said Irena.

'Princess Rose?' she called out. Upon hearing her name, Rose had to look up from where she was, at the foot of the statues, then buried her head against them at seeing another magical creature in the castle, but this one looked at her kindly and not evilly, with pity in her emerald green eyes at seeing this sad-looking beast that had once been a happy human girl.

'It's alright, Princess, I mean you no harm,' Irena said, gently, kneeling down to her level, to make her less intimidating. Rose reluctantly looked at her but didn't say anything, remaining mute.

'Talk to her dear,' said Mrs Potts, 'She may be able to help you.' Rose still said nothing.

' It doesn't matter what your voice sounds like, Princess,' said Lumiere, 'but it is considered rude not to answer when someone is talking to you and you still need to show good manners.'

Realising that Lumiere was right and that she couldn't keep up her charade any longer, Rose said, facing Irena-

'Who are you, madame and how can you help me?'

'I am Irena, the enchantress that had once cursed your father and the castle years ago.' Irena said, which made Rose's eyes widen, 'Didn't he and your mother ever tell you about his past?'

'No, he didn't, but why did you curse Papa? What did he do that made you come to him?' Rose then asked.

'When your father was a child like you, he was a very spoiled, selfish, cold and cruel prince, a lonely, angry orphan coddled by his servants who didn't dare refuse his demands,' Irena began, while looking at the servants.

'So that's why you were cursed as well,' said Katrine, 'You let him become that way,'

'That's right, Katrine,' said Mrs Potts, as Irena continued with her story.

' One Christmas Eve, when your father was in his eleventh year, I disguised myself as an old beggar woman, approached the castle and offered him a single rose in exchange for shelter.'

'Did he give shelter to you, Irena?' said Rose.

'I'm afraid not, for you see, he was repulsed by my disguise and refused me shelter. I warned him not to be deceived by appearance but he refused me again so I revealed my true self to him.

He then begged me for forgiveness but I saw that he had no love in his heart and transformed him into what he truly was inside- a beast. Before his twenty-first year, he had to fall in love with another and earn her love in return to break the spell, which your mother did, when she offered to be his prisoner in exchange for your grandfather's freedom.'

Hearing Irena's story made Rose feel shocked and sad. This was not the Papa she knew.

The Papa who was nothing but kind and loving to her, rode her on his shoulders, played with her in the garden and comforted her when she had been sad, lonely or frightened.

Papa who along with Mama, sat by her side when she had a very serious bout of influenza when she was six, and took care of her, refusing to leave her side and read to her; had been a horrible, mean beast and imprisoned her mother and grandfather.

But it didn't make her hate him, she would always love him, no matter what.

'Why didn't Papa tell me?' she said, as tears dripped down her face, wetting the fur.

'Your father loves you too much, Princess. He and your mother were adamant that no matter what, you were never to know about the curse, as he wanted to protect you and was afraid that you would be scared of him and repulsed by the fact that he had been a beast or that if you told anyone outside the castle about it, you would be called crazy.' Cogsworth said.

'But it doesn't matter to me what he did in the past! He's still my Papa and I love him!' sobbed Rose, as she flung her arms around her father.

' I don't want to be a beast! I want to be me again, to have Mama, Papa and Grandpapa with me and everything to be as it was!'

She let out a mournful howl, as she sobbed. Seeing this, Irena, who normally didn't show much emotion, couldn't help but shed a tear, which she quickly wiped away.

'Princess, there is a way you can break this spell,' Irena said. Rose stopped crying and faced Irena again. With her wand, she whipped up some sort of mirror, decorated with pink roses and green leaves and handed it to Rose, who looked at it curiously.

She cradled it gently, like it was Rebby or any of her other dolls, fascinated by its shimmering beauty.

'That is no ordinary mirror you have there,' said Irena, 'It is a magic mirror, which is similar to the one I gave your father. It allows you to see anything you desire. It is your window to the outside world.'

'Just like the master's mirror,' whispered Babette, for Adam's own magic mirror had been hidden away in a cupboard in the West Wing, mainly from Rose and Remy had found it and used it to look at Rebecca, who had called him a 'disgusting pervert'.

'Thank you, Irena,' said Rose.

'And now,' Irena said, holding the enchanted rose. Rose quickly turned away, certain that she never wanted to see it again, but confused about why the Red Enchantress, who had ranted on about how precious it was to her, had left it behind and Irena was giving it to her. She forced herself to look at it and Irena placed it in her paw.

'The rose will bloom until your eighteenth year. If you can fall in love with another and earn his love in return before the last petal falls, the spell will be broken.'

'And if I can't?' said Rose.

'If you can't, then I'm afraid that you will remain a beast forever,' Irena said, 'But I have faith in you, Princess and I know you can do it through your own efforts. And I know that one day, a boy will indeed come to the castle.

How and when he will come, I cannot say, but he will. Now, I've done all I can do, but I must leave you.

But hear this: You must learn to contain the beast within. Do not let it control you.' With one last look at Rose and the servants and a heavy heart, she disappeared. With Irena gone, the servants whispered among themselves, wondering how on earth they would be able to cope with being household objects for ten years again.

Katrine, Rebecca, George, Remy, Amelie, Raymond and Sophie were the most dismayed, as it was the last thing they needed after all they had been through in their lives- If they had known that if they were going to be cursed when they were in the castle, they would've had probably fled the first chance they had gotten, but they decided that they just had to be resilient and do the best they could with their limitations i.e. having no arms and legs.

Rose was trying to get her head around what Irena had told her what she needed to do to break the spell. How would she cope with being a beast for ten years, without her parents and grandfather by her side? Would she have to wait until she was eighteen to find love?

How could she get anyone to fall in love with her when she had a furry face, fangs and a tail? If any boy or prince saw her now, they would most likely recoil in horror and flee the minute they laid an eye on her.

Then something started brewing inside her. An unfamiliar emotion, one that she never showed, not even when she was frustrated or unhappy about something she didn't like or wanted to do.

Anger.

Looking at the servants as nothing more than household objects, the sad, resigned looks on their faces, made her feel guilty and the anger brewed up even more inside. Not wanting to see her lash out and ashamed to face them, she bolted up the stairs using her animal agility, to her room.

'Princess, wait!' said Rebecca, running over to her, but Mrs Potts stopped her.

'Just leave her now, Rebecca,' she said soothingly, 'I think she needs to be alone.'

Then, the next sounds the servants heard were mirrors and furniture being smashed, which made them flinch and brought back memories of the Beast's explosive temper and anger. It was so unlike the princess to do this, but they realised it was the beast starting to take over her.

'And it's now started,' said Cogsworth.

'I just hope that the furniture she's smashing isn't alive.' Lumiere said.

Her paws bleeding and strewn with bits of glass from smashing mirrors, her claws hurting from having ripped a portrait of herself in the hall and panting heavily, Rose collapsed on a chair in her room which was now a destroyed wreck.

In her anger, she had smashed her dolls' house, the one that Maurice had worked day and night over five months for her, the porcelain dolls which were now in pieces and four of her ragdolls- Clarisse, Gervaise, Elodie and Raisse- had their heads ripped from their bodies and lay scattered on the floor.

But what Rose then saw shocked her, as Rebby, her most beloved doll, had also borne the brunt of her anger, as she too lay on the floor, her head and body separate from each other. Rebby's face, as Rose cradled her head in her paws, while emotionless and unmoving, looked at her as if to say 'Why?'.

Tears dripping down her face, Rose collapsed on the floor, surrounded by her dismembered dolls, as she felt she was unworthy to sleep in her grand bed since she was no longer human.

Behind her, on a table near the window, lay the new magic mirror and the enchanted rose, now in a bell jar, gave off a pink glow as it began to open its petals.

As the days turned into weeks, months and years, Rose, ashamed of her monstrous form, carrying a huge burden of guilt about putting the servants through another enchantment and without the love and presence of her parents, hid away from everyone.

Her personality changed from kind, caring and happy to bitter, mean and reclusive (but some compassion remained, but did not show as much).

Her temper, having been only very slight, was now ten times worse, making the servants, who once fought each other to help take care of her, terrified to approach her.

She lost hope of ever breaking the spell, convinced that no boy would ever come to the castle. And if he did, would he learn to love a Beast?