Belle gasped in shock at Gaston's words. She moved just a little, in an attempt to move away from the blade. She could almost feel it being buried in her body as she closed her eyes. When the blade didn't pierce her skin, Belle opened her eyes. Her eyes widened as Erik fell to his knees, and she ran over to him. When his body finally gave in and he fell, his head would already land on Belle's lap. "Erik..." Her voice sounded terribly distressed as her hand touched his wound, her fingers getting stained with his blood. "Look at this... you can't...!" She didn't even know what she was saying. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't think of anything to do, as she started crying. "Please, Erik... I will do anything, but please, you can't leave me..." She looked up at her father and the other men. "Go away! You already did what you came here for! Just GO AWAY!" Belle didn't look back up to see if they were going away, as she turned all her attention to Erik. "Stay with me, Erik. You promised you would protect me, you can't do it if you leave me... I... I..." It was clear she was being honest when she leaned in and spoke in a whisper, only for him to hear. "I love you, Erik. Please, don't leave me. Please."