Twisted Disney

Twisted Disney #2

Twisted Disney #2 - Beauty and The Beast

Belle watched from above as Beast and Gaston battled on the roof of the enchanted castle. She observed how heartless Gaston was as he tried to kill the Beast. She observed that Beast was not trying to hurt Gaston-that he was being gentle in a life or death situation. Belle recalled the events from when she arrived, how Beast was just lying there, waiting for Gaston to kill him. She recalled how when he saw her, he began to fight.

Belle watched silently as Beast pushed Gaston to the ground and growled something into his face before bounding away towards the balcony where Belle was waiting. A single tear slipped out of Belle's eye as Beast scaled the palace. He climbed up to her so they were face to face. "Belle," he whispered, before cupping her left cheek in his large paw.

"Beast," she whispered in reply. Another tear slipped down her cheek and Beast brushed it away. Rain poured down on the two, but they ignored it.

"I began to think you were never going to come back," he whispered. Belle offered the Beast a warm smile as she shook her head to deny his statements.

"Of course I would come back," Belle whispered in reply. They stared into one another's eyes and felt themselves levitating towards one another. When there was no more than an inch between them, the Beast let out an angry cry that caused a scared Belle to fall backwards onto the Balcony. More tears slipped down her face, afraid that it was her fault the Beast was angry.

"Die, hideous Beast! Die!" Belle heard a familiar voice yell. She moved back towards the edge of the balcony in time to see fresh, red blood staining the Beast's dark coat. She watched as Gaston stabbed the Beast's heart and the Beast fell to the river below with one last roar.

Belle fell to the floor of the balcony and sobbed violently. The only person she had ever truly loved was gone. Her chance at a happy ending was over. She had just watched her happy ending fall to his death. Sobs racked her body, but the arrogant Gaston above her ignored it.

"At last, my dear Belle, the ferocious Beast is dead!" Gaston proclaimed. Belle ignored him as Gaston bragged to no one in particular-Belle was the only one one around to listen-about his best kill: the Beast. Then, after he was done telling Belle the specific details of killing her love, he said, "Belle, you have two choices: be burned at the stake for helping the hideous beast or we can forget this ever happened and you will be my wife."

Belle, oblivious to the arrogant man above her, did not reply. She had ran out of tears so rain fell down her face. She stared down to where the Beast had fell between the railing supports. He was really gone was all that ran through her mind.

"Well, due to your silence, I am going to assume you meant the second, come along, Belle," Gaston said. He moved inside and Belle finally came out of her trance. She walked behind Gaston and into the west wing of the palace. The rose that was once flowing now laid on the table. Instead of the its glowing, red auroa, it was now a brown, wilted pile of petals with a stem.

They walked through the palace, the only sounds were of Gaston bragging to the men they had picked up on their way out. If it hadn't been for Belle's blurred vision due to emptying herself of her tears, she would have noticed the concerned tea pot peaking from behind a piano or the clock peaking above the top of a chair. They all knew as they saw Belle walking down, that this was their future. They would be stuck like this for the remainder of their lives.

Just the same as how Belle would be stuck with Gaston for the rest of her life.

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Belle was pampered by some of the women of the town on the day of her wedding. They set to work making her make up look perfect and brown hair into a beautiful knot on top of her head. Then, she stepped into an elegant, one-of-a-kind wedding gown designed just for her. A white veil with tiny gems sewn into it was place upon her head.

Belle looked beautiful on what should have been the most special day of her life. This day was not one of the most important days of her life, though. This would have been the worst if it hadn't been for the day she watched her love fall to her death.

She met her father-he had been released from the asylum just a while after the engagement-at the double doors of the church's sanctuary. Before the doors opened, he turned to face her and moved the veil put of her face so he could cup her face in his hand. "I'm sorry, Belle," he whispered. A tear slipped down her cheek as the wedding march began inside the sanctuary.

The doors opened and she peered down the long hallway to where Gaston stood. For a few seconds, she thought she saw Beast where Gaston stood. She was tempted to run down the isle to him where the beast would save her and she would not be forced to marry Gaston. Unfortunately, as she began to move down the isle with her father, the face morphed back into Gaston's.

Little gasps rose from the crowds of people dressed in fancy clothing. They were all awe struck by how beautiful Belle looked in her dress. It was inevitable that the other women were jealous, not just because she was marrying Gaston but because of the way she looked.

Gaston's tacky smile grew larger as Belle walked toward him. For this would be his wife. Not only would be the greatest hunter in the town, but he would marry the most beautiful girl in the town. It did not matter to him that she was not in love with him or that would rather be dead than in this current situation. He was only concerned about the object he was about to gain.

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So, Belle lived out her days as a lonely house wife who only got to go to town when she received an invitation her husband accepted. Her favorite hobby of reading died hard as Gaston did not allow her to. Instead, she was constantly cleaning the hunting cabin and cooking Gaston's latest kill.

Like Gaston has hoped, they had six boys. They were all raised out in the woods where Gaston taught them how to hunt and snare animals. They would bring them home for their mother to cook. Despite the hatred for their father, Belle loved them all the same. These were, in fact, her children. They were her flesh and blood even if they had the same habits as their father.

And even thought Belle knew it was wrong, Belle had a favorite of their children. It was their seventh child to be born. It was the smartest, most unique of all seven children. Belle's favorite was also the only girl. Belle watched everyday as the boys bullied the girl over silly little things. They had picked it up from their father's sexist comments about women.

Belle has only tried to take her own life once. It had been during one of Gaston and the boy's big hunting trips. They had all saddled up on their horses, gathered the dogs, and rode off into the woods, leaving Belle and her daughter alone in the dust.

While Belle thought the girl was sleeping, she had hidden herself in the kitchen floor with a large, butcher's knife in her hand. Belle has sat there with tears on her face and had held it facing her chest for who knew how long before the little girl, only six at the time, had come around the corner and whispered, "Mommy?"

Belle had dropped the knife and, even though the little girl did not know what her mother had been about to do, she ran into her mother's arms. She sad stayed curled up in Belle's arms as Belle silently sobbed into her daughter's beautiful dark locks of hair.

Never had they spoke of that day again. Even as the girl became old enough to understand what had happened, she never questioned it. The girl understood what her mother felt and knew the only reason her mother hadn't left this world was because of her beautiful daughter.

So, as the years grew on, Belle was forced to live her days not with her love but with the egotistical Gaston. All of their sons married wealthy women as their father had instructed them to do and he gave away his daughter's hand in marriage to the Gaston of the next generation. Most importantly, though, was that Belle has never gotten over the loss of the Beast. She would always be in love with him, never with Gaston.

For who could ever love a beast?

Disclaimer: Disney owns the version of Beauty and the Beast that this was based off of, not me.