Beauty and the Beast's curse

Wattpad's 30 day writing challenge :D Short Story of the ending of Beauty and the Beast

Slowly editing :'O (My eyes are so sore that I'm seeing blue and red throughout this story, but when I look closer there actually isn't a line... just my eyes playing up)

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- Angel

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Her hands slipped along the railing, the thick liquid ran through the creases in her fingers. Mirrors shone around her, they seemed to echo the fighting outside to her. Belle trailed her fingers down the railing taking in the sight of blood. Every where.

Her chest was beating unsteadily and her legs were weak. She had never meant for this to happen. Gatson had gone insane just by the thought of her inlove with Beast. How could a Beast be so kind, and the human so horrid.

She felt sickened by the thought. All that mattered was that she finds Beast. He needed her. Atleast that's what the blood said.

His name left her tongue, a horrible guilty sound rang with it. All that echoed in her skull was 'It's my fault.' And it was true, wasn't it?

"Where are you?" She wiped a sticky clump of hair of her forehead, and continued to search the room with her wild eyes. She floated down another chamber of stairs and made her way to the dungeons. The golden brass candlelight were dripping with grease and dirt, not the way they were minutes before. Everything Belle passed seemed to shudder and wither into a dead mass of dirt. Nothing in the mansion was beautiful anymore. Not even Belle. Her hair was matted with crusted blood and dirt was rubbed into her complexion and her dress could barely be disguised as a loved and well sewn fabric that was embedded with gold thread. The bright yellow was a dirty water colour now with rips shredding the flowers that held the trail up. She could only hope that Beast didn't look like this.

The haunting light flicked and cast a morbid light on her, turning her skin a sickening green. Her bare feet were crusted with blood and torn skin, but they padded down the hallway like a princesses feet. The water was an inch deep and slapped against her ankles like a cooling ice pack.

And then she heard it. Beast. His voice was so pale and faint she almost missed it. But it was unmistakably his voice. A small cry of glee left her pale lips, before dashing down the corridor to discover his where about.

He could hear the sound of feet rushing in the water. He groaned and leaned back against the wall. Grabbing his sword from the water, he held it out, waiting for the trespasser to enter. His hold was weak, but he was stronger - even while bleeding - then any soldier who was man. The water was lapping against his big body, his fur soaking in the blood stained water.

He didn't even know where he was injured. He knew his left leg was deeply torn apart and chunks of fur had been ripped from his black leathered skin. His stomach was soaked with black ink that was thicker then human blood. His blood. But he didn't feel the injury.

A shadow fell against the stone wall, the echo of their light body sent shivers through his body. He only knew to women. One was so rich with darkness that he despised her. The other he loved so dearly and pure that he was scared to touch her in case he harmed her in any way.

The golden candle light seem to melt into a rusty lump on the wall. He sucked in a gasp, air cooling where his fang had punctured his lip. He only knew one person who could make even minerals die.

The Enchantress.

But before he could snarl at the witch, Belle fell into the light. A heavy sigh left his lips, before he collapsed into the wall. Swirls of blood circling around his weak form.