Disclaimer: Aw, come on! Do you obviously think that I own Beauty and the Beast?

…… "Mother, Mother!"

There was a beautiful young lady, with flowing chocolate brown curls and warm brown/hazel tear stained eyes, embracing a lifeless, enormous, creature with brown fur and a hideous face. " Mother!" The creature was dead, and suddenly these words passed from the lady's lips, "I love you". There was bright flash of light and in the creature's place stood a handsome young man.

"Father?"

Rose woke from her cryptic dream. Why did it seem so real? And why did the lady and the man look so much like her parents? Mother? Father? No, it can't be. Her head spun when she got out of bed, okay, got up too fast, ow!

She walked over to the changing screen and changed out of her nightdress and into her lavender, lace trimmed skirt and pain white blouse. She stared out the window for a moment, taking in the view of the mountains and the castle gardens, and sighed. It's early enough, I guess I can make a quick sketch. She hesitated for a moment, stopping to look at the carriage that was coming down the road to the castle, and turned .

Rose made her way to the easel that rested in one corner of the massive bedchamber . With a yawn, she sat down on the stool and began to draw the image of the lady and the creature she had envisioned in her sleep. She had a real talent for the arts, she had the voice of an angel and an artist's vision. She was fond of singing but she was an artist, first and foremost. Around her easel were various other works. There were two portraits, one of her mother and father, the other of her cocky younger brother. Other works, were mostly landscapes, roses(naturally) and of her dreams, especially of the mysterious lady and creature.

Her work was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in".

It was Belle. "Rose, dear. Are you coming down?" She asked as she walked into her old room that was now occupied by her only daughter.

"Yes mother, I was just drawing".

Belle looked over her daughter's shoulder and looked at the work of art. Her eyes widened and her smile faded. Rose looked up at her mother worriedly, oh no! She hates it ! "Mama?"

Belle shook he head, "It's beautiful dear, I was just thinking about something. Don't worry, I really like it," she stated, trying to cover up her shock.

Rose let out a sigh of relief , "Good, it came to me in a dream last night."

"Well its great!" Belle kissed her daughter's forehead, "Come, you know how impatient your father can get".

Rose giggled as she followed her mother to the dining room. Yep, she's right. Dad's temper is worse than mine. Rose looked curiously at her mother. She seemed to be hiding something. Maybe she can help me figure out what my dream meant.

Little did she know that she was indeed the child of Beauty and the Beast.

AN/ Well, what did you guys think? This is my first fic so go easy on me. No flames please. This might be a one-shot, even though I have furthured the plot in my mind. If you want to see more of Rose and her parents and the castle's reaction to her dreams, tell me in a reveiw.

- Leota