Saving the Beast

Chapter Fourteen

Scowling I lifted my body off the floor, I guess I fell asleep down here. Rolling my neck I stood to look in the mirror once again. Part of me hoped to see my Grandmother, the other only wanted to see nothing.

Ever since I got here my life has been a mess. I destroyed any chance of friendship I could of had with the Beast. I basically wished to be someone else who had passed, and finally I am pretty sure this castle is attempting to murder me.

Why was I really here? To help the Beast? Well yes in a way, but now from what I saw his heart will forever belong to Belle Lora. Pushing my hair back I walked over to the wardrobe.

What ever the reason was I am here now, and I might as well explain myself. After all I did rush out of the room in quite the panic yesterday. Bitting my nail I could only hope he would understand.

Walking over by the door I began to hear tiny knocks. "Yes?" I asked rushing over. "Madam! I just wanted to tell you dinner is ready!" Lucas shouted through the door. Dinner? I questioned if Lucas was correct, but looking out the window I saw he was quite right.

"Alright! I will be down in a second!" Sighing I slowly made my way back to the mirror, I guess I had to face him at some point. Now would be as good if a time then any.

Heading down the stairs I tried not to think of the amount of anger that he had for me. All I wanted was another chance to sort things out.

Once I entered I found the most bazar scene. Instead of plates of foods I found a single book on my plate. Romeo and Juliet. "What's with the book?" I asked, but the only thing my question was answered with was a grunt.

Blinking I sat and opened the book. Inside a single name sat on the cover, Belle Lora. Of course this would be my grandmother's whose else would it belong to?

Flipping through the pages I saw a her curvy handwriting lining the sides. Continuing to flip through the book I had a strange feeling I had seen this before,  "Does that look familiar to you?" The Beast asked.

His question caught me off guard, "Yes it does." He nodded, I waited for him to continue but I received nothing. Ignoring his mysterious intentions I went back to looking at the book.

This is ridiculous, I know that I have seen this exact book some where before. But the location escaped my memory, did my grandmother have a copy? Well of course she did I'm holding it, but my memories tell me of another location.

It was on the tip of my tongue, then it hit me. My mind wandered to my room a single book sat on my desk. My own copy of Romeo and Juliet that my Grandmother annotated for me.

That's why it was so familiar, she told me it was one of her favorites. "Do you enjoy that book?" He spoke once again causing me to slam the book on the table.

"Ok, what is this all about?!" He shrugged and looked away. Frustrated by his response I got up and walked across the room to his end of the table.

"I want to know the reason you set this exact book in front of me." My voice stern. He gave a small smile, "After our second talk you reminded me a little too much of Belle Lora, so to make sure I was right I placed her favorite book in front of you."

I gapped at his logic, he was right in a way. Many people have told me I was quite like her. In the beginning I thought of it as a complement, but not at the moment.

Scowling as his smug smirk I walked back to my seat and pushed the book away from me. Glaring at the Beast he returned my gestures with nothing, but a smirk.

Neither of us spoke a word until dinner was brought out, well at least the soup was. Picking up my spoon I dipped it in the liquid only to be interrupted by a rather loud slurp.

Stunned I looked up at the Beast who was currently watching me, confused I brought the spoon out of the soup. Only for the slurp sound to came once again.

Pausing I decided to ignore it and bring the spoon to my lips, right as it reached them the sound intersected my thoughts. Placing the spoon back down I tapped off the liquids I picked up the bowl and brought it to my own lips.

Well two can play at this game! I slurped as loud as I could causing him to remove the bowl from his lips. Smirking I removed the bowl, giving him a proud smile.

"Is something the matter?" I asked as he shook his head. "You really are almost exactly like her." He stared, "Exactly like who?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Belle Lora."

Bitting my lip I wished for him to stop, but he continued to talk.  "I was right, you look and act quite like her. From her taste in reading to the way she eats. It's uncanny." Placing my bowl back on the table I felt a small pang of sadness. "Why is that?" He inquired, knowing I would answer his question.

I sighed, "I guess I haven't told you everything about me." I muttering as I rose from the chair. "Come with me, I have something to show you." I whispered heading to my room.

Sure I wished to sort things out with him, I guess this is a good of a time as any. Once we reached it I walked in and headed to my bag, pulling out the book I blinked back the tears.

"You know my name, you know my amount of knowledge, but you don't know how I achieved it." He sat on my bed as I held up the leather encased book.

"If I tell you the whole story, will you promise not to over react?" He shrugged, "Depends on what you tell me." My shouldered slumped to his response, but after everything that happened I couldn't blame him.

"Belle Lora Dunpot was my grandmother and I am about to tell you her story."