<strong>Belle</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/image2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Prince Adam's Castle<br/><br/>Tag: The Beast</strong><br/><br/>Belle turned back toward the deep, familiar voice.  She knew that voice from before but did not want to accept it.  The curse was over!  How could it be?  How could... how could the Beast be back in their lives.  She gasped and staggered back against the low table upon which rested the glass container holding the rose.  It rocked and almost fell off onto the ground, only a quick moment allowed her to prevent a catastrophe.  Yet, the Rose was only a symptom of what she saw; the massive Beast stood before her.  Not only was her Prince Adam turned back to the Beast but he was angry, easily as angry or more than she had ever saw him.  For the first time since she was first in the castle Belle tried to shrink back from the creature, to put the little table between her and his monstrous anger.<br/><br/>Yet, Belle knew that somehow things were different.  His words were filled with a bitterness that had never been there before, a bitterness and hatred that was directed at her.  With that realization the fear hit her hard in the pit of her stomach.  The last time his budding love for her gentled him and allowed the two of them to become fast friends and more.  This time there was no hesitation, no underlying softness or humanity.  She sensed a creature that would not hesitate to kill in its anger.  And he stung her with his words; she'd never been called anything rude in all her time in the castle and now he was calling her a whore!<br/><br/>Bell threw up her hands in supplication;  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for coming up here.  I didn't know where you were and I was afraid for you.  I love you and I wanted to make sure you were ok."  She pleaded for mercy;  "Please my darling, relax and let me take care of you.  My love can make it all better.  You know I'm not a whore; I'm not unfaithful."