<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Evilbeast.jpg)</div><strong>The Beast<br/>Location: Prince Adam's Castle<br/>Tags: Belle</strong><br/><br/>The Beast watched in silence as she fled.  When he could no longer hear her footsteps, he chuckled.<br/><br/>"Run away, little girl.  Run away."<br/><br/>He roared and moved, making his way to the Tower of the Rose again.  From here he could watch her run, see when and where she entered the forest.<br/><br/><em>"I'll go.  I...  we can talk later if you repent of your murders but until then stay away from me.  I still have the mirror if you must talk to me." </em><br/><br/>The nerve of that woman!  The arrogance!  He was The Beast.  This was his castle, his forest, everything the eye could see from this tower was his, and that included her.  She would learn her place.  First he would strip away her dignity, then her will.  He would make her beg for him to take her, out of fear or lust, he didn't care.  Belle would be the first of brides, and would use until he had her fill and then toss her to his subjects.<br/><br/>When he lost sight of her he launched himself from the tower, descending the walls with his razor sharp claws, powerful muscles lending his distance as he cleared the castle gate.  The ground lost its grasp on as he jumped, making it into the waiting arms of twisted trees with no effort at all.  Her scent came to him, and he stalked, a dark growling spectre waiting to spring.  The animals of his home responded to his whim, feeling their Master's rage.  Packs of wolves harried her as the Beast stalked, the forest itself growing into brambles and thorns to cut at her clothes and confuse her path.<br/><br/>When the time was right, when her terror was just at its height, he pounced, flying from the trees with a roar.  He landed with power and ferocity, using his arms like paws to steady his massive form and reached out with his head, seizing her bodice in his teeth and ripping the yellow gown free.  Then he was on her, claws and teeth ripping at every scrap of clothing still attached to her before leaping.<br/><br/>Within seconds it was over, her dress and smallclothes nothing but tatters around her, leaving her alone in a cold and suddenly silent wood. He didn't take the mirror; let the little whore look on him if she wished, all she would see is him falling on her from above.  From his perch high in the shadows, The Beast eyed his prize.