This is an alternative ending to Disney's Beauty and the Beast. It starts with the mob scene at Belle's house at the end of the movie. Enjoy!

Thanks to Nikki for beta'ing this chapter! And I don't own the characters Disney owns.

I know the first part of this chapter looks very familiar (of course it does, I stole most of it), new stuff at the end of the chapter.

The afternoon was almost over and it was already dark outside. Belle was tired. Finding her father and getting him back to their house had taken almost all of her energy. He was now asleep after eating some soup to get his strength back. It would take time for him to get better, but at least he was inside, in a warm bed. It would turn out alright. He was safe now. Once her father was recovered they could return to the castle together.

She sighed and went downstairs, then sat down at the table with a quill and a piece of paper. Tomorrow she would send the Beast a message that everything was alright and that they would see each other again soon. Even though she had had no choice and going to look for her father had been the right decision, she felt bad about leaving the Beast behind. He had been friendly to her. More friendly than she ever expected him to be. It had been a perfect evening.

A knock on the door interrupted Belle's thoughts and she was immediately on her guard. It was not a time for visitors, especially for the reason that she and her father rarely received visitors. She opened the door, but not completely. Outside stood Monsieur D'Arque, the owner of the insane asylum, The Maison des Lunes. What is he doing here, she thought alarmed.

"May I help you?" she asked politely.

"I've come to collect your father," the man said with a deep voice. He stepped aside and to Belle's shock she saw the carriage of the asylum. And there was more. Not just the carriage and more caretakers from the asylum, but the entire village had assembled at her house. They kept their distance, but they all brought torches to see what was going on.

"My father?"

"Don't worry, Mademoiselle," he continued. "We'll take good care of him."

Belle shook her head. This was a misunderstanding. It had to be. "My father is not crazy!"

All of a sudden, Lefou appeared from the crowd. "He was raving like a lunatic!" he shouted, before turning back to the crowd. "We all heard him, didn't we?"

The other villagers apparently agreed with Lefou, they were all nodding and muttering words Belle couldn't hear.

"No, I won't let you!" she said. She stepped outside to make the crowd leave.

"Belle?" a voice behind her said.

Her father had come out of his bed and was now standing behind the door. Belle wanted to bring him back inside. He shouldn't worry about whatever was going on here.

Lefou grinned and started to talk to her father. "Ah Maurice!" he said slyly. "Tell us again, old man, just how big was that beast?"

Belle closed her eyes and realized what must have happened. Her father had told the villagers about the Beast in the castle. And they didn't believe him. Why would they? What had happened to her was too good to be true.

"Well, he was… that is… enormous! I'd say at least eight, no more like ten feet!"

The crowd started to laugh and Lefou did everything he could to make it even worse. "Well, you don't get much crazier than that!" he laughed.

"It's true, I tell you!" her father tried to explain.

Belle wanted to go to her father. If she could get him back into the house, the crowd might leave them alone.

Then Monsieur D'Arque made a gesture for the two caretakers to come over. They both grabbed one of her father's arms and started to drag him towards the carriage.

"Take him away!" Lefou shouted.

"Let go of me!" Belle heard her father yell. This is not happening. This is not happening, I'm dreaming. But if it was a dream, it had to stop now.

"No, you can't do this!" she said to Monsieur D'Arque, grabbing his shoulder and trying to stop him. He simply brushed her off and walked away. He wasn't even interested in her.

She didn't know what else she could do now. She had to stop these people from taking her father. They couldn't take him! He wasn't insane! The Beast was real!

Gaston appeared behind her, with his hand on her shoulder. "Poor Belle. It's a shame about your father," he said sympathetically.

Gaston! That could be their only way out of this situation! The villagers would listen to Gaston! He could persuade Monsieur D'Arque to let her father go!

"You know he's not crazy, Gaston," she said pleadingly.

He rubbed his cheek as if he was thinking about a solution for her. "I might be able to clear up this little misunderstanding, if..." he said slowly.

"If what?" she asked. She was getting suspicious, what was he up to? This wasn't good.

He smiled at her, stroking her cheek "If you marry me."

"What?" she said in disgust.

"One little word, Belle," he grabbed her upper arms, restraining her from leaving. "That's all it takes!"

Without hesitation, Gaston pressed his lips firmly on Belle's. She tried to pull back her head, but Gaston held his hand at the back of her neck, restraining her from getting away. It felt awful, the wet pressure. She tried to stay calm, keeping her lips together, breathing through her nose. Only with that, she inhaled his scent. A sweaty nauseating smell. And not just his sweat, but beer as well. As soon as she noticed the whiff of stale beer, she could taste it on his lips.

With all the strength she had, she pushed him back and spat in his face. "Never!" she said panting.

Gaston gave her a cold look. He turned away and she saw him wiping off the spit with the back of his hand. She could see he was breathing heavily. What had she done? He would get furious. Dangerous. This was the second time she had humiliated him in public! There hadn't been a choice, she couldn't let him handle her like this, but God knew what he was going to do to her now. And to her father!

But then, he turned back and spoke calmly to her, "poor Belle."

Belle let out a small gasp. This was even more scarier. She had expected him to raise his hand to her, or some other violent act. She had expected him to explode, but he had hardly seemed to react. He even sounded pitiful.

"She has the same problem as her father," Gaston said with a sad expression of his face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and spoke to the crowd. "We are the closest family she has. It is up to us to take care of her."

"No!" she said aggressively and released herself from Gaston's grip. "I can prove it!" She ran inside to get the mirror, with the magic mirror she could show images of the Beast and it would prove that her father wasn't insane.

"Show me the Beast!" she said to the mirror. This was her way out! The mirror was all she needed! They were safe as long as she had the mirror.

But before she could show the crowd and Monsieur D'Arque that the Beast was real, Gaston pulled the mirror out of her hands, let it fall to the ground and planted his heel in the glass.

For a moment it felt like the world stopped. Everything was silent, except the sound of the shattered glass.

"NO!" She sank to the ground and tried to pick up the pieces and put them back into the frame. But it was no use. The mirror was broken. Her only proof… gone… She looked up to Gaston with tears in her eyes. "Why did you do that?" she asked desperately.

He smiled at her and helped her up. He opened her hands and let the pieces fall into the sand. "Belle, I'm only trying to take care of you."

"You will pay for this," she said coldly. "I swear, you will pay for this."

"We'll see about that, Belle," Gaston answered, still smiling, beckoning the men of the asylum to come closer. "We'll see about that."