Beauty and The Beast

Beauty and The Beast 3

Beauty and the Beast 3

***A Name Fit For a Man***

"Jem, maybe you should go and explain to Charlotte. I'm sure she's worried." I suggested, while I sweeped the living room. Jem sent me a scowl and picked up food wrappers more ferociously.

"Its dangerous Soph." Jem said sternly.

"Im sure Charlottes worried and the kids won't get their presents. Please go. Everything will be fine." I sighed almost giving up on persuading him. He scrunched up his face and crumbled trash in his clenched fist before letting out a deep breath.

"Alright. But. If I come back and your dead, injured or used as a slave, I will harm that beast." Jem warned with clenched teeth, seeming as if he was holding himself back from saying more.

"Deal. I am confident I will be fine." I told him and walked to the edge of the room to pick up the bag of toys and clothes. I handed both to him and turned his body toward the door. Better get him out before he changes his mind.

"Soph, be careful." Jem sent me a worried over his shoulder.

"It will be fine Jem. I can kick butt." I said with a bright smile. He rolled his eyes but cracked a small smile. I waved goodbye to him as he walked out and into the snow. The blizzard was over, so there was only a white blanket on the ground.

"He left?" A deep voice said to my right. I turned to see the beast standing on the stairs, his black tail dancing behind him, his eyes slightly rounded either from curiousity or shock. However, there was still darkness or a sense of loss of sanity in them. Either way, he probably figured Jem would glue himself here.

"He went to drop off some things, he'll be back." I responded casually. I watched as his right ear twitched and his eyes became even redder. I'm guessing he's not happy that Jem is returning.

He didn't respond and instead came and sat on a black tattered couch, tucking his tail to side.

I continued sweeping until I heard a tearing noise as if fabric itself was ripping. I looked up and to my dismay, I saw the beast's silver nails dancing on the arm rest of the couch. He was watching me expressionessly; it was as if he didn't realize what he was doing.

I frowned, put the broom to the side and moved his hand. He growled lowly, but instantly stopped as he looked at me. He doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings, it's as if he is lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts which I highly doubt are happy.

"Do you have a nail clipper?" I asked casually as I held his rough hand in mine. There was still dried blood

on the fingertips, but I ignored it. Im sure the blood was his own.

His hand was warm and it gave me a sense of security despite the nails and blood. It was odd.

"Why?" He demanded, an anxious look coming to his face, he tried to pull his hand away, but I tightened my grip. A dark smile coming to my face.

"No big reason. Just asking." I shrugged, he narrowed his crimson eyes at me and pulled his hand more rouhly.

"Now, don't be-"

"Sir, what would you like for dinner?" A French accented voice came to my left. I turned to see a man who looked to be in his forties. He had short brown hair, a French mustache that curved upwards at the corners and was wearing what looked like a butler suit. He was also holding a candle stick in his left hand. The mansion lacks electricity.

The beast looked to me," What would you like?" He questioned curiously.

"Anything will be fine, really." I replied carelessly. The corner of his mouth tugged downard before he shrugged.