Between A Rose And Its Thorns (ON HOLD)

Then something bends...part2

Lucinda's point of view

I sigh as I sat beside the sleeping beast. Two more days have past, and he still hasn't waken since I left him that night.

I huff as I lean back. Bored? Extremely.

(AN: this song She is singing IS NOT MINE, it belongs COMPLETELY to Disney! I only own the creation of Lucinda!)

My lips slowly move as my throat hummed a sweet tune. "How does a moment last forever..." I sing softly. "How can a story never die? It is Love, we must hold onto, never easy... but we try."

I close my eyes, swaying slightly.

"Sometimes our happiness is captured, somehow, our time and place stand still. Love lived inside our hearts and always...." I stop as I notice beast staring at me. "Um... hi."

He grunts and lies back down closing his eyes.

Okay... I sigh and stand.

"Wait," I stop, turning to see beast tugging on my new dress. "Why are you leaving?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You're awake now, your fever is broken, I am no longer needed." I say, releasing the fabric from his grip. "Good day, beast." I head to the door.

"Wait, please," I stop, not turning around. "Can you... sing again? It... it's calming."

I face him, sighing. "Until you are asleep?"

"Until I fall asleep," he nods in agreement.

I take a deep breath and move to the end of the bed. Wiping the dust off, I sit at the edge of the bed. "Minutes turns to hours, days to years and gone...  but when all else has been forgotten, still our song lives on..." I sing softly, absently playing with my fingers. "Maybe some moments weren't so perfect, maybe some moments not so sweet. But we have to know some bad times, or our lives will be incomplete. Then when the shadows over take us, just when we feel all hope is gone.... we'll hear our song and know once more. That love lives on..."

I look back at the beast, his eyes are close shut. A calm demeanor covered his features, his chest moving up and down, breathing balanced.

"Sleep well, Beast," I whisper to him and exit the room. I descend down the west wing's steps before quickly climbing the ones that lead to Belle's and my chamber.

I open the door, my eyes widen slightly as Isabelle stared back at me. "Where have you been?" She asks.

I shrug. "I was attending to the beast, luckily his fever is now broken and in a few weeks, his injuries will be nothing but a memory."

"Why are you helping him?" She crosses her arms.

"Because," I walk toward her and pinch her nose. "It's the right thing to do, little sister."

She scowls at me and pushes my hand away. She opens her mouth but is cut off at a knock at the door. We look at each other then look at the door. I walk to the door and open it. Only no one was there.

"Who is it?" Isabelle asks, still perched on the bed.

I look back at her and shrug. "Whoever it was, they're gone now." I look down, a small envelope layed at my feet. "Hm..." I reach down and pick it up. "Strange," I murmur as I look down both ways of the hall, no one in sight.

I close the door behind me and open the letter. "What is it?" She asks, standing.

I take the folded paper out, unfolding it. My eyes scan over its context, my eyebrows fusing together more I read. "I don't like this," I whisper as I handed her the note. She precedes to read it out loud.

"Dear Isabelle and Lucinda,
           I wish to have you both attend dinner with me tonight as the sun sets. You will only have to stay until your stomachs have been filled. I ask you to come not as my prisoners but as my guests, for that is what you are.

                                                                       Signed,
                                                                        Beast."

I roll my eyes as I crossed my arms. "He even calls himself 'beast'."

"Well, what do you think he should be called?" She asks, placing the note on the bed.

"I don't know, he just acts too human to be a mindless beast... perhaps he is a magical creature of some kind. Like a dragon, or a griffin."  I offer.

Belle shakes her head and giggles. "Lucinda, the beast doesn't have wings!"

"Well what would you call him?" I ask.

"What he is, a beast." She answers bluntly.

"I assume then we are not attending his invitation?" I question, crossing to the window.

"And sit in here all day and do nothing? If we are living in a enchanted castle, might as well enjoy it!" Isabelle says.

"... enchanted?" I murmur to myself.