Dreams, not so much nightmares, were had by the beast that night. Well, it was a bit of both. It was about his past life, before he became like.... this. He was seventeen the year the curse was laid upon him and the residents of his castle. After his parent's deaths, he grew cruel. He would practically tear apart a room and, just for his amusement, have his servants clean it up. So many had left him before the incident, they were unwilling to deal with his sadistic manner for a few coins each month.<br/><br/>Of course, that all changed when the curse was cast. Instead of taking it out on the help as he would have done in the past, he took it out on himself. It was HIS fault, and his alone that turned him into a horrible monster, and he felt regret. He was still rash, true, but he kept to himself most of the time instead of seeking the others out to torment them.<br/><br/>Laying there, snuggled up to this beautiful young woman, he felt secure for the first time in ages. However, that was quick to end as the sun began to rise from its slumber.<br/><br/>The beast opened his eyes suddenly, feeling the terribly familiar pain beginning to rise in his limbs. In an instant he has released Belle from his vice like grip and was out of the bed, leaning his shoulder against the wall as the wave of sharp pain rippled through him. He tried to be silent, but he couldn't help the groans of pain that emanated from him. His thick fur was growing back, his spine was knocked up a few notches, giving him a hunched over appearance. His bones broke and reformed once again, making him taller and larger. A stout snout grew, though that was oddly the least painful thing to grow out of him. His long, bushy wolven tail grew from his tail bone, and now the transformation was done. He was panting, his eyes shut, leaning weakly against the wall. It didn't even occur to him that she had seen the entire thing.