Hey lovers! I am back! And with a Beauty and The Beast chapter! How exciting! Anywayyyyy, I wrote this and reviewed it and so on.

I want to dedicate this chapter to AzaleaSage, who made sure I was still alive! Hehe, this one is for you girly!

Disclaimer:

Rose: AHAHAHAHHAHHAHA, CAN I DO IT!?

Me: Sure... why are you being weird?

Rose: I'm not, I'm just happy I get to do the disclaimer!

Me: Which is that you don't belong to me? Geez, thanks Rose.

Rose: Well I don't, but I do love you! *Pats me and smiles*

Me: As long as I get to write about you, then I'm good.

Rose: Kay! *clears throat" CHEEZY DOES NOT OWN VA OR BEAUTY AND BEAST! ALL RIGHT GO TO RIGHT FULL OWNERS!

Me: And stay Cheezy folks!

~Cheezy ;)

Rose sat on the jail cell floor for what seemed like forever. She no longer cried, but the air seemed harder to breath, and there was a lump sat in her throat. She stared at the cold, gray floor – reliving the events that just happened.

She was angry and sad with herself. She was angry for letting her father go without her and she was sad because she would never get to see him again. All in all, she was sadder then she was angry. She had the feeling to throw up, she felt her eyes filled with tears again and her hand gripped her wrist. Her fingers dig into her skin until she broke skin. She winced as a stinging pain started - but it helped her unfocused from the events, and having the pain was better than having to think of that Beast.

Rose cringed at the thought of him, the pain leaving her mind and being replaced with the Beast. She wondered what had happened to him, or what he was, or how he had gotten there. She also pondered how to escape but she knew she would never escape from that cell. She needed find a way out of the cell, then she needed leave – with the Beast knowing.

She sat there for a while, thinking she could climb out the little window from her cell. If she could find a way to break the bars from the window. Maybe she could throw the little chair she was sitting on? It wouldn't work, it was wooden - and it would break before the bars.

So, she was stuck. This is where she would be for-

"Madam?" A thick French accented voice announced. Rose looked out from her cell to see no person but the candle. The candle she was holding, the thing that was twitching in her hand.

Rose gasped and fell back, falling on the floor. Shocked and aghast, Rose stared at the candle. It had no eyes, mouth, or face. It was just a talking candle. "Wha- What are you?!" Rose trembled.

The candle moved its lower candles – and Rose assumed it was his hands – in a calming gesture. "Madam! I did not mean to scare you!" He approached the cell and Rose pushed herself against the cold wall. She put as much distance between her and the candle. She shook her head, shutting her eyes hard, trying to wake up from that nightmare.

"Mason! Stop scaring the girl!" Another – Russian accented – voice came from the spiral staircase. Roses' eyes grew even wider when she saw – yet again – another object. This time it was a clock. Again, there was no mouth or eyes on the clock. Although its hands on its face was pointed down in what looked like a mustache. It almost made Rose laugh, but then she reminded herself she was sitting in a jail cell, in a creepy castle, locked away by the Beast, and had alive objects talking to her. She wondered if this was all a dream or she was just going crazy thinking that these objects were actually talking.

It was a possibility, but it didn't explain her father. It didn't explain the scratches or the aching pain in her chest. If this was all a dream, that pain would be numb and really, non-existent. So, Rose was not crazy, but rather the fact that these things were crazy.

"Oh Eddie! I was not, I just wanted to lead the girl to her bedroom!" Mason argued, waving his hands in front of the clocks – Eddies' – face. The hands on Eddie's face twitched, and he hurled his body at Mason – since he had no hands to hit Mason. Mason dodged Eddie gracefully, causing the clock to fall to the ground. Eddie was apparently made from something hard because when he hit the ground, he did not break, just bounced on the floor with a few clanks.

At Mason's words, it sparked Roses' interest. She had stop shivering from fear and cold, stopped holding herself against the cold jail cell wall. She now leaned forward, her hands still on the wall, but her fear gone. "My room?" She asked curiously.

Mason lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes!" He pushed himself up onto the bars, the fire on the candles flickering in excitement. "Did you think we let you stay in this jail cell forever?" Mason gasped a little and Rose was for sure if he had facial expressions, his face would be scrunched up into horror of the thought of letting her stay in this cell.

"Yes." Rose answered simply, leaning back on the wall – only this time calm and not scared. She was growing quite fond of this candle, he was a gentleman.

"Oh, madam, no! We are a family and palace of manners!" The Beast sure does know how to show it… Rose thought unmerciful to herself. "If you are here forever, then you deserve a room!" Rose crawled over to the bars of the jail cell, excited. This was her way of getting out of the jail cell. Or better yet, out of the castle. Mason jumped up, reached into the lock – and his candle was small enough – and unlocked the jail cell door. It swung open, Rose shocked. She stood up fast, dusting any dirt from her apron and dress.

"Mason! What about the master?!" Eddie whispered a little too loud.

"The master would want this!" Mason whispered back, turning away from Rose. "She could be her." Rose stepped out of the cell and stopped when Mason tried to hide the fact that she was supposedly important – or not. Mason and Eddie had no idea the Rose could hear them, and Rose just cleared her throat – for being modest. She was lady, and ladies do not eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

Mason turned to Rose, twirling as he did so. "Madam! Why don't you follow me to your room?" Mason waved to the spiral staircase and started to hop – which was how he walked – to it.

Eddie made a sound of disapproval. "We should wait for master-"

"Oh Eddie, he wouldn't care! Rosemarie-"

"Rose." Rose corrected.

"-Rose needs a place to stay, and it will not be in this place! It's so cold up here! Madam follow me." Mason said, already at the staircase. Rose followed, thinking of her escape.

"Will I be free to roam?" Rose asked while walking down with Mason, Eddie following behind – slowly and a little hesitant.

"Um-"

"No, madam, you will not. Not until the Master gives you permission to." Eddie said hardly, cutting Mason off. Rose sighed deeply, thinking of a new plan to escape. It really depended what room they gave her – hopefully it had a window or something.

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't think the Master will mind." Mason opposed, his lower candles clinking together.

"No, not until the Master gives permission." Eddie seethed out, and his hands on his face went ballistic. Rose assumed that was a glare. Mason just ignored him.

"Yes, madam, you are free to roam." Mason said ignoring Eddies' protests, and Rose smiled successfully. Eddie groaned, muttering something offensive under his breath.

"He's going to kill you Mason." Eddie said snarky. "And I will not be part of it! I will not be part-"

"Oh, shut it Eddie! He would never kill me, I'm too likeable." Mason assured, gesturing his hands to himself. Rose chuckled while she watched the two bicker.

Mason heard this and smiled inwardly to himself. This was the Rose, this was it. He just knew it, she would be the one to break the spell. It was ironic-

"Mason!" Eddie whispered in his ear, now following beside him – leaving poor Rose behind.

"Yes?" Mason waved him off, finally finishing the last step.

"Why are you ignoring the Masters rules?" Eddie snapped out, falling off the last step, face planting. Mason held back a laugh as he watched the clock hoist myself up. Rose was following close up behind them.

"Because it's her, and you know, if we are going to server her, then might as well get a start with it!" Mason patted the clock, smiling – although nobody could tell.

"What if she isn't?"

"Oh, you old thing, but she is! Fate has this thing of leading us to the people we need – even if it is a messed-up way!" Mason said cheerfully. Eddie always hated that he was always so cheerful.

Rose finally was on the same floor with them. Rose smiled sweetly at them, before going back to her tight frown. "Oh, yes my friend, she is the one. She'll straighten him out." Mason whispered back to Eddie, making sure Rose did not hear. Then, Mason hopped over to Rose – shouting "Over here, madam!"

Eddie shook his head and followed the two. Rose observed the castle, noticing things she didn't before. It was beautiful castle on the inside, well-furnished she noted to herself. Mason lead her up a staircase, telling her of all the places she could go. "The garden is magnificent! And there is a library!"

"Library?" Rose asked hopefully. If there was a library, then this place maybe could be barrable.

"Oh yes, the master loves books. He has read all the books in that thing!" Mason laughed to himself, reliving a memory. "We will go soon, how do you feel about that?"

Rose nodded happily, forgetting her escape plan. Then she remembered it and felt a little sad she would never get to see this library. "And, there is the east wing, and the kitchen – where Ms. Belikova is and Mr. Alto! They are lovely souls! They make amazing food!"

They past a stair case and Roses' curiosity got the best of her. "What is that?" She asked, pointing to the staircase.

Eddie and Mason paused, and seemed almost nervous? Yes, nervous – as if they were hoping she would not notice. "That is the west wing." Mason said, less cheerful then usual.

"What is up there?" Rose asked, not noticing the shift in the atmosphere.

"It's forbidden." That rough raspy came. Rose twirled around to see the Beast and she scowled. Her eyes harden at him, and it took everything in her not to throw up.

"Ah, master! Well I was-"Mason started to explain but stopped when the Beast held his hand up.

"I do not care. She is allowed out of her cell, she allowed to have a room, and she can roam but only if someone is there to watch her." The Beast said with authority. Mason nodded – only it looked like metal bending – and Eddie shifted to stand straighter.

Rose rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. The Beast scowled at the eye roll, and Rose caught it and reminded herself to do it more often. "So, the west wind is forbidden?" Rose questioned – knowing she will break that rule soon.

The Beast tilted his head in an almost boyish way. "Yes, it is Rosemarie, and if I catch you up there, well then let's just say you will never see your father again."

Rose gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. "Did you just threaten to…To kill me?" She whispered the last part, gulping a lump in her throat. Then she reminded herself he was the Beast and the Beast was evil and will kill her without a second thought.

The Beast – this time – rolled his eyes but did not comment. "It is forbidden. Do not go up there." And then he disappeared, but before he exited the room, he turned around. "And you will attend dinner." Pause. "Thank you." Then he was gone.

Like hell I will…Rose thought, glaring at that spot he was just at. If even more could hatred could cram into her little body, it just did right then. Her shoulders were tensed, the indie of her cheek bleeding from her biting it so hard. Her fist clenched, and she forgot about Mason and Eddie.

"Madam?" Eddie spoke up. Rose turned to him and pushed a dark lock – which had fallen from her bun – from her face and placed it behind her ear, angrily.

"Can I please go to my room?" Rose said hardly, ready to leave this castle. Mason and Eddie didn't say anything as they lead her to her room.

The atmosphere had changed in the castle, no longer gloomy or animal tasting, but was warm and happy. It had a golden glow, and the lighten candles on Mason glowed. It was cozy and Rose enjoyed it.

They approached her room, the was door big. Rose gaped as they opened it, it was a large room with a lot of extra space. A big bed sat there, and then a lighten fire place, couch, and a closet and bathroom. And that golden glow seeped into the room. "It's the queen's suite – but there's no queen and since you are the only madam we decided to give it to you." Mason said sleepily.

Rose smiled at him warmly, bending down to his height. "I am honored." She assured, nodding to the room.

Mason lit up – candles included – and rushed her into the room. "My darling! What a beauty you are!" A female voice said. Rose looked around, trying to spot a person or object moving around.

"Wh-"

"Here darling!" Rose finally saw her. Closet. It was the closet. Her doors flung open as she spoke, and fabric shot out.

"Oh, hi." Rose waved awkwardly at the dresser. The object giggled and flapped the doors open as her way of waving back.

"Madam Petrov will assist you in getting ready for dinner." Mason assured, coming up beside Rose and patting her calf. "Now, it you madams will excuse me, I have a dinner to prepare!" And then he left, leaving Rose to face the dresser – Madam Petrov.

"Come here, darling." The dresser commanded sweetly. Rose hesitantly came over to the closet, taking her time. A little part of her feared the dresser, but another part of her shut that fear side up and told herself everything will be fine.

Rose wasn't sure how to feel about Madam Petrov, something irked Rose about her. As if she was trying too hard to impress Rose. But besides those off feeling about the closet, Madam Petrov was all but nice to Rose – and overly high pitched.

By the end of 10 minutes, Rose was dressed in layers of fabric. Madam Petrov seemed to have tire herself out and was yawning nonstop. Rose was tired herself, only she was tired by Madam Petrov then sleep.

Rose was stiff from the clothes, and when Madam Petrov yawned one last time before falling into a deep sleep; Rose bent and crawled out the fabrics. When Rose looked back at the so-called dress, she cringed. It really was just fabrics stacked on top of each other in a bigger shape of Roses' figure. It stood there like a manikin, except without the body. Rose never changed from her apron or dress, she still wore that worn out outfit.

Rose mind wondered back to her escape. She looked around the big room – Rose preferred not to sleep in her room since she planned on leaving. Rose smiled happily when she saw a window and she trotted over to look out. She was high up, but not as high as the jail tower. Rose thought and looked for a rope.

She gave up after a while, she torn the place apart looking for a rope or something. She was looking at her fabric manikin when an idea popped in her head. She stood up and rushed over to fabrics and started to pull them apart – and then she started to tie them together. When it was long, she tied on of the fabrics to the canopy bed. She made sure it was tight, tugging it some and pulling her full body weight on it. It was nice and tight. She smiled even more and rushed over to the window. Rose throw the fabric down and it hovered right about a ledge. A ledge Rose could just jump off and be on the ground.

Rose became excited and didn't waste time climbing on to the fabrics. She started to go down until she hit the ledge. Once on the ledge, she peered over it. It wasn't far, and it wasn't far enough to break something if you fell right, but it was far enough to hurt.

Rose stepped back from the ledge and took a deep breath. And then she jumped. Successfully, she tucked her head and rolled on to the ground. Although, pain shot from her ankle. She sprained it, but she was too caught in the moment to notice it.

Rose stood up and bolted. She winced at her ankle but kept going. She saw Marty where she left him and whistled. Marty's head shot up at the whistle and started to trot to Rose.

"Hey boy!" Rose whispered happily, taking the reins and shoved it over his head. "Ready to get out of here?" Marty neighed in agreement, stopping his hoof as if telling Rose to hurry up.

Rose mounted the horse and galloped to the entrance. Rose was happy, excited, and hopeful. She buzzed and giggled as she got closer to the gate of castle, telling herself she was never going to let her father out of her sight.

It seemed she was inches away from the gate, almost out of the danger, and no more Beast. She would tell her town about him, and she knew Adrian would take the Beast down. In that moment, Rose was excited to see Adrian. She was going to take care of her father, take care of everything else.

Rose was almost there, almost past those horrid gates when something – something like the Beast – plopped down. Marty came to an abrupted stop, and swung Rose from off his back. She landed with a thud and groaned as pain shot through her.

She was so close…What felt like inches now felt like miles. She laid on her side, her gaze on the Beast and the gate – cursing to herself.

"Well, looks like we have a runner." The Beast snarled. He stomped over, rage coming off in waves. He bent down so he was leveled with Rose. His face was scrunched up, and that animal smell came off him and his breath was hot and bothered. All Rose wanted to do was vomit – and the Beast was aware of this.

"Let. Me. Go." Rose demanded and tried to sit up. The Beast just pushed her back down.

"Never!" He growled and picked up Rose. He started his way back to the castle and Rose ignored the warmness of his fur. Marty followed with his head low. "I told you to join me for dinner, not to run away!"

"Well, I didn't want to have dinner with you." Rose snapped back. She started to squirm and tried to get out his hold. The Beast tightened it and made Rose stop.

"Stop struggling." The Beast warned as she continued to ignore him.

"Not until I'm free!" Rose seethed, twisting and turning. It was useless, and the pain in Roses ankle was starting to make itself known. Rose also found herself tired. She was tired of the events that had taken place. It was a lot to take in just one day and she would feel better if she could just sleep. Oh, and how The Beasts' fur was warm and fuzzy. It tempted Rose to close her eyes but she fought it.

"I'm sorry, but that cannot happen! You made a deal!" The Beast growled, pushing hard on Rose to make her stop moving.

"Well, we all say things, don't we?! I didn't mean mine! Now let me go!" Rose shouted, he voice rasped. The Beast growled and pushed her to the ground. He stood her up – ignoring Roses' whimper from her ankle – and grabbed her shoulders tightly.

"You made a deal, and you will stick to that deal! You stay here forever! If not, then I'll just go find your father and bring him back to that jail cell. Do you want me to do that?" The Beast all but screamed. Rose flinched but stood her ground.

"I'll just tell the town."

"And I'll just kill them all." Rose flinched again at the thought. "And don't think I won't. Why do you think no one knows about me?" The Beast threatened, gripping her arms harder. Rose knew there would be bruises in the morning on her shoulders. His sharp nails were starting to dig into her skin, almost breaking it.

"You wouldn't do that…" Rose whispered, biting her cheek. The Beast gave a sickened laugh.

"Oh, yes I would." The Beast answered sickly, a smirk rising to his lips. "You either stay and no one gets hurt or leave and have everyone killed. Your choice."

Rose just glared at the Beasts chest. She given up staring in his eyes, they sent a wave a nausea through her. She knew she had to stay, but it didn't stop her from thinking of ways to leave. Maybe get home and leave Baia and go to a whole new town. Maybe Pairs or-

"Rose? So, what's it going to be?" The Beast interrupted her thoughts. Rose took a deep breath and forced herself to look in the eyes of the horrid creature.

"Fine, I'll stay."

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