Saving the Beast

chapter Thirteen

"What do you want?" he growled, gulping I stepped forward. "I, I, I want to apologize." I stuttered watched the glowing eyes of the Beast.

"Do you now?" stepping back I was taken back by his response. "Yes, I do. What I said back there was unacceptable. You have every right to question me. I was the one at fault."

looking down I heard a loud sigh, "Why are you really here?" I could hear a slight growl within his voice. "At first I wanted to help, but now." I wanted to tell him, but on the inside I still didn't know myself. Why was I really here?

Unable to find the right words I opened my mouth once again. "If you wish me to leave then I will." Twiddling my thumbs I awaited his response. I waited for him to say I was right and kick me out right then and there.

But all I heard a was large sigh, looking up I found him pinching the bridge of his nose., "Even if I did command you to leave I would feel extremely bad." My eyes widened and I stepped towards him. "But I have no right to barge in like I did, I will head upstairs and pack my things."

He punched the wall causing me to jump, "But I can hear her words." he muttered as I stepped forward. Placing my hand on his shoulder I gave a small smile.

"Her words? you keep saying that! Is the person your referring to Belle Lora?" turning I followed his to a set of chairs across the room. Once we reached them he gestured for me to sit down.

"Yes, She was the first person I ever loved." my eyes hit the floor once again. "Why her?"I asked with hesitation. For a second I could see a twinkle in his eyes, "Belle Lora was kind and intelligent. I couldn't image a better person to spend the rest of my life with, but."

"But?" I asked tilting my head slightly. "The day I told her my feelings, she said this to me. You are a wonderful person, but I am so sorry. I do not return your affection. When I leave please continue being the kind gentle person I know you are."

I gapped at the words, this sounds like something she would say. Sighing I looked into the eyes of the broken Beast. As he spoke about her he looked absolutely broken, but his voice had no hint of anger.

As I sat there I couldn't help but run my question silently, how could she do something like this to him? I know she didnt love him back, but at least should have at least done something.

The thought never occurred to her to come back and visit? From the situation we're in I guess not. If she didn't care for him then why write a book? Why continue telling his story to others, including myself.

What if she did do something, she sent me here. She sent me to come to France and fix her mess, something she couldn't do on her own apparently!

Scowling I stood up and headed to the door, "Where do you think you are going? " the Beast asked me. "My room, you gave it to me for a reason. I need to think some things over." With that I was out the door.

I was practically steaming once I exited the room, how could she? For as long as I could remember my Grandmother was my role model. The person I came to with questions, the person I looked up to!

And what does she turn out to be? A heartless monster that makes me question my entire image of her. Who was she really? My kind loving grandmother and the love of the Beasts life?

Or was she a confused lady that pushed her mistakes on her granddaughter to fix? This doesnt make any sense.

Flopping on my bed I couldnt believe this day, all I wanted to do was apologize to the Beast for speaking so wrongly.    But instead my image of the greatest person in the world has been skewed.

No my grandmother was no monster, she was only human after all. And no matter what we all make mistakes, including myself. Her might have been never coming back, but mine?

It had to be the fact that since I arrived at the castle I have only made things worse. I had so many chances to fix my mistakes, but every time I have failed.

Screaming I ruffled my hair and stomped over to the mirror. Starring into my own reflection I gasped, starring back was a girl with bright eyes and brown chocolate brown hair.

What I saw was a younger version of my Grandmother starring back at me, she smiled and laughed. Touching the mirror I smiled, this was the Grandmother I knew and loved. The one the Beast fell for all those years ago.

Falling to the ground My hands landed on my lap and tears stung my eyes. Suddenly all I wished for was for her to be here instead of me.