Belle Of The Gays

The West Wing

With her stomach filled and spirits high, Belle bid goodnight to the other castle inhabitants and went off to her room. In the dim lighting and her unfamiliarity with the castle, she managed to find herself in an unknown corridor.

Seeing no harm in exploring a bit, she continued down the hallway. The state of the place turned messier as she went on, and she eventually found herself in what appeared to be a bedroom.

Everything in the room was tattered and thrown about. Cobwebs were threaded between the branches of the chandelier, and the only light came from the glass doors leading to the balcony. The last rays of sunlight glinted against a glass dome cover, further piquing her interest.

She delicately stepped between the piles of things, her eyes glued to the glass dome as if she was being drawn to it. She pushed open the filmy door and stood directly in front of the decorative table placed out there. As if gravity did not exist under the glass dome, a single red rose was suspended in the air, it's petals wilted and almost all of them on the table. There was no way there were more than two still attached to the stem.

"What are you doing?!" A deep voice boomed, startling her and causing her to move away from the table. Adam in all of his beastly might pounced towards the rose, inspecting it ferociously.

"You could've damned us all! Do you know the extent of what you almost did?!" Belle shook her head, shrinking back into the room. Never in her life had she felt so small.

"Leave! Leave before you kill us all!"

Belle's feet carried her away before she processed what she was doing. By the time she knew where she was, she had already left the castle and was now in the dense woods, the sunlight unable to touch the ground.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she tried to turn back towards the castle and get into whatever car her Dad had left, her hand already reaching into her pocket for the keys. The howling of coyotes and snapping of twigs froze her in her tracks. It didn't take a military strategist to know she was surrounded.

In the castle everyone was buzzing. Not a single soul could sleep through the commotion as they tried to figure out what was going on. They had heard the yelling, it was impossible not to, and rumors were stemming off of what they had heard. The only thing they knew for certain was that it wasn't safe in the woods at night.

"Someone has to go get her! She'll be killed before she knows what got her!" Cogsworth screamed, and Mrs. Potts desperately wished she had hands to put over Chip's ears so he wouldn't worry. The child already was tearing up and shaking.

"You're forgetting none of us will make it in time. Adam's the only one..." Plumette drawled off, knowing it was unlikely for him to save her if she had been the one to anger him.

"I'll go talk with him." Lumiere went up to the West Wing as fast as he could, but he was met with an empty room.

Adam had heard everything that was being said downstairs, and reason took over his anger. He didn't want to have to save her after she almost shortened their time as moving objects, but deep down he knew no harm had been done and she most likely didn't know what she was doing.

So against his anger, he was climbing down the castle walls and racing through the woods, searching for her. Belle's scream both increased his adrenaline and directed him to her, finding her trying to fend off the coyotes with a stick.

Adam lashed out and threw the creatures away from her, growling to scare off the rest. The coyotes were not as easily scared as he hoped, and one latched onto his shoulder with it's teeth digging into his flesh.

Rearing in pain, Adam threw the rest of the coyotes away. Black spots spun in his vision from pain, and he had barely a second to check if Belle was safe before he collapsed.