Belle tried to move farther away from whatever was jumping upon her, thinking it was the first wolf. When no bite or attack in any form came, Belle opened her eyes. She could feel Erik's fur and the rumbling in his chest. In the short time she knew him, Belle had never found Erik that scary and intimidating. Not even at the first time they had met.<br/><br/>Keeping herself behind the beast, Belle winced every time he was bitten or clawed at. She could feel that she was the one to blame for every injury he had. As she felt the blood dripping on her, Belle's heart raced. What if they were too many, too strong? They could even kill him.<br/><br/>When the wolves ran away, Belle looked at Erik. She was about to say something when he collapsed. Running to the beast, Belle laid his head on her lap. "Erik, please...", she pleaded softly. "Please, talk to me, or just look at me..." Her voice was trembling, and tears started dripping on the beast's face. "Please, forgive me... I don't know what I was thinking..." She pressed the beast's head against her chest, her heart pounding against it. "Please... don't... don't leave me, Erik."