Lost Within A Rose

By yasdnilgoth

Adventure / Romance

Not A Request!

Chapter 10

Wow…I updated sooner than I usually am capable of…man I should pat myself on the back I don’t own Beauty and the Beast or any of the songs, only Disney does. I only own my OCs and the fairytale twists (evil chuckle)!

Dinning room...

Blazing, cold and furious blue eyes watched the flames dance dangerously in the fireplace. The crackling of wood was the only thing that can be heard in the lonely dining room. He could hear movement in the kitchen, like a sound of running feet and pots banging together. The servants will soon come in with dinner prepared for him and his prisoner. The Beast’s eyes flashed when he remembered who his special prisoner was. Roselia...Roselia... That name was ironic and very tormenting as it alludes to the very flower that holds power over him. In fact, his fate does lay in the hand of the very girl who owns that name. A girl, who had caused so much trouble for the first time in his life. The very same girl, who could save him from this curse. How their meeting was a disaster, but the Beast didn’t care. He just hopes this dinner will work.

As he continued watching the flames of the fire, his vision before him suddenly changed. His heavy eyebrows furrowed as the flames took shapes of human silhouettes in a very elegant throne room. He suddenly could hear faint whispers that belonged to his servants and one in particular that was him...when he was human. Suddenly, the vision speed up by the sound of a bang of the door and a furious yell of a proud prince. His eyes narrowed as he saw the silhouette of an old woman before changing into a young lady. Screams followed and chaos swirled the flames that changed into the image of the girl’s face. The Beast jumped back a little but restrains himself. His heart was experiencing a variety of emotions when he saw her beautiful face. Roselia’s dark brown eyes stared right into his blue eyes. It was the same look of fear and anger that he had recognize earlier when he escorted to her room with the boy. That boy... the Beast remembered how protective the girl was when the Beast threatened the boy. The determination and the love of a sister to her brother. The Beast recalled how she stood in front of her brother when the Beast lost his temper and almost strikes the boy. That didn’t intimidate him and the Beast began to growl as the flame burst the image of the girl.

Suddenly, the Beast’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his servants entering the dining room. Lumiere and Mrs. Potts both came in with the rest of the kitchen staff, helping to place the most delicious feast on the long table. As the Beast waited, he began to pace with impatience, waiting for his prisoner to join him for dinner. After they were done, Lumiere and Mrs. Potts joined their master on the mantle of the fireplace, watching him nervously, hoping he doesn’t go into one of his violent fits. It was about five to ten minutes when the Beast was growing more impatient for Clogsworth to escort the girl.

“What’s taking so long? I told her to come down.” The Beast turned to the candelabra and the tea pot to yell out, “Why isn’t she here yet?!”

Both of the servants flinched at the sudden outburst of their master. Mrs. Potts, who knew the master since he was a baby, never felt fear in speaking out to him.

“Oh, try to be patient, sir. Both the children lost their father and their freedom all in one day, “said Mrs. Potts with sympathy, “The poor boy is still weeping and Roselia is trying to console him. Poor child, the girl is doing all in her power to give him the security and love he needs of a mother.”

Mrs. Potts looks at Lumiere sadly as he nods back at her. They know how scared Kevin is. Especially, since he is just a child. The Beast’s head snaps towards his servants. His eyes flashed a mix of anger and jealousy.

He glared at them as he yelled out, “Are you telling me that the boy is more important than me?!”

Both Lumiere and Mrs. Potts looked alarmed at him. Surely they didn’t believe their master would be jealous of a little boy.

“Non, non Master!” said Lumiere frantically, “We are not implying that. It is natural for the girl to be very protective of the boy. They are siblings and she is the oldest, so it is the mademoiselle’s responsibility to look after him.”

“Indeed master,” continued Mrs. Potts, “You would have done the same thing if you had younger siblings.”

The master rolled his eyes as he went back to pace back and forth. He was starting to regret of ever imprisoning the child...the boy is just going to be in the way. He should have just sent the child away with the old man. That way, the girl won’t have to be with her brother all day and night.

As the Beast continued to pace back and forth, Lumiere suddenly asked a question. “Oh I almost forgot, Master, will the boy be dining with you and our guest tonight?”

“No! He is to stay in his room tonight! He deserves to go without dinner!” The Beast said gruffly, narrowing his eyes in the fire. He still remembers the painful bite that runt gave him on his arm.

“Oh come now master,” scolded Mrs. Potts, looking crossly at him. “You can’t let the boy starve!”

“Then give him bread and water then!” snapped the beast back.

The tea pot shook her head as she said, “Nonsense! I will serve him the hot soup our Chef Bouche prepared for you and Roselia. The child needs nutrition after all.”

“Master please! Mrs. Potts is right... think about it! You have to win the girl’s heart. How would she feel if you let the boy starve to death?” pleaded the candelabra.

The beast growled dangerously at them. Both Lumiere and Mrs. Potts stood their ground as they looked at their master with a pleading and yet determination faces. The beast didn’t want to give a prisoner, especially a biting runt, privileges. He deserves to rot away as punishment. However, both his servants have a point. He will lose the girl if her brother dies. The Beast shook his head and sighed with defeat.

“Fine! The boy can have dinner. But in the room. I don’t want him here in my presence. Is that clear?” Both the servants smiled happily and nodded as the master continued pacing.

As he continued to pace, his mind went right back about the girl. How can he impress her tonight? What are her expectations? Will he love her and will the girl love him?

“Uh, master,” interrupted Lumiere, “Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be the one to break the spell?”

The Beast became irritated by this question. Was his maître’ an idiot or just playing one?

“Of course I have! I’m not a fool,” snapped the Beast.

“Good. You fall in love with her,” Lumiere says as he lit one candle hand and then the other, “She falls in love with you, and-Poof!-the spell is broken! We’ll be human again by midnight!”

The Beast snorted at this. Lumiere made it sound easy, but the Beast wasn’t naïve. He knew they both can’t fall in love from morning till dusk. It’s not like the fairytales he heard when he was a child.

“Oh, it’s not that easy, Lumiere. These things take time,” argued Mrs. Potts cautiously.

“But Mrs. Potts, we do not have time. The rose has already begun to wilt,” replied Lumiere.

The Beast gives a hopeless sigh. It’s no use; he can never make a girl fall in love with him, especially this girl. He pictures Roselia’s feature; her skin was light tan, her dark brown hair, soft pink lips and her eyes... were the eyes brown or a hint of honey color? He couldn’t remember, but what he does remember was her scent. Being turned into a Beast, his senses became stronger. The Beast can hear, see and smell better than he was human. He remembered when he grabbed the girl when she did not answer him about the West Wing. Her warm body was close to his fur. Her face and her hair nearly touched his snout. When he was close to the girl, he could smell her scent, a scent so intriguing and addictive that he couldn’t stop continue to smell it. He remembers her scent was that of sweet flowers in the spring. He quickly shook his head to abolish those silly ideas in his head. He needed to return to reality.

“It’s no use. She’s so beautiful, and I’m so...well, look at me!” growled the Beast at his servants.

Both servants looked at each with a confused look. How can they convince the Master that Roselia is their only hope left? Lumiere shrugs his shoulders while Mrs. Potts turned back to the master with a smile.

“Oh, you must help her to see past all that,” she said with a smile.

“I don’t know how,” grumble the Beast, admitting his own faults. Mrs. Potts wouldn’t have none of his giving up moments and she hops down the mantle and goes on top of the long table.

“Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up, try to act like a gentleman,” advised Mrs. Potts.

The beast, knowing when Mrs. Potts was really serious, does as he is being told. He sits up, and then straightens his face very formally. Lumiere joins them soon with more advice.

“Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile,” Lumiere says with encouragement.

The Beast looked reluctant but does his best with a smile. Unfortunately, barring his ragged fangs in a scary, and yet funny grin didn’t convince Lumiere and Mrs. Potts of a good impression. They decided to continue to coach him in a nice way so he wouldn’t feel bad.

“But don’t frighten the poor girl,” continued Mrs. Potts kindly.

“Impress her with your rapier wit,” Lumiere added.

“But be gentle-”

“Shower her with compliments-”

“But be sincere-”

At this point, the Beast couldn’t handle not one more advice. No matter how hard he may try, he forgets and always makes a mess. He started to feel a migraine forming as he held his head with both paws and closing his eyes with irritation.

“And above all...”

“What!” growled the Beast.

“You must control your temper!” finished both Lumiere and Mrs. Potts sternly.

Before the Beast can snap back at the hopeless situation, the handle of the double doors jiggled. The door suddenly creaks open. Beast wipes the silly face off, and looks to the door expectantly. Oh no... she is here...what must I do, thought the beast nervously.

“Here she is!” whispers Lumiere with excitement as he gestures the Beast to smile.

He takes a deep breath and with so much concentration, manage to give a small smile that wasn’t too terrifying and silly. I hope this works, thought the Beast nervously, I hope the girl will be impress, he prayed thoughtfully. He waited and for the first time, he felt the warmth of hope that everything would go alright. However, things were going to take a sour turn when Cogsworth entered instead with a sheepish smile.

“Uh, good evening,” he greeted meekly.

The Beast’s smile instantly dropped. His eyes narrowed as he saw that there was only Cogsworth at the door and no one else. Where is Roselia? The Beast looks at the clock from expectant to mad.

“Well, where is she?” he growls at the nervous clock.

The clock fiddles with his wooden hand with now a scared look and gulped. What nobody knew was that he was trying to buy time with the message the Mademoiselle Roselia wanted to send to their master. He was still nervous as he recalled what Roselia told him.

“Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well, actually, she’s in the process of… She and the boy were… the boy, he said… ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ah...,” Cogsworth couldn’t stand it any longer! He couldn’t bare the murderous look his master was giving him, he decided to just say it now, “She’s not coming.”

Everyone froze in the spot, not one could believe what Cogsworth had said. The Beast felt a rising heat of anger from the bottom of his stomach and up to his throat. All the servants backed away, knowing what was coming.


The beast doesn’t remember when he burst out the doors or when he jumped over the stairs. All he knew was this unexplainable fury in his heart that gave him impossible strength and speed. His temper clouded his judgement. He could hear his servants give chase as Cogsworth desperately pleads for him to stop.

“Your grace! Your eminence! Let’s not be hasty!” cried the clock as he and the other servants chased after the Beast.

No one can stop him as he finally reached the East Wing and the door of the prisoners residing in it. With all his might, he banged on the door that shook the walls.

“I thought I told you to come down to dinner!”

The servants sighed and shook their heads with disappointment. The beast could hear the girl’s scoff coming from the other side of the door.

“I never agreed eating with you in the first place!” Roselia called back.

This made the Beast’s hair bristle as he bares his fangs and without thinking continued to yell.

“You’ll come out or I’ll...I’ll break down the door!”

Roselia scoffed as she replied, “Ha! I dare you to do it if you have the guts!”

“Yeah you stinky fur ball!” cried out the little boy bravely, “Leave us alone will ya?!”

“Kevin! Let me handle this ok?” replied Roselia with annoyance.

The Beast was so furious that he cried out, “I will drag you by your hair if you do not-”

Before the Beast could continue to speak, he hears Lumiere clear his throat. He stopped talking and looked down at the candelabra with annoyance.

“Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win the girl’s affections,” said Lumiere.

“Please! Attempt to be a gentleman,” pleaded Cogsworth.

The Beast couldn’t believe his ears, were his servants siding with the girl and not him?! She’s the one who is acting like a child!

“But she is being so...difficult!” hissed the Beast with spite, gesturing at the door and narrowing his eyes as if trying to see the girl on the other side. Mrs. Potts tried to ease her master’s fury.

“Gently, gently,” she reminded him in a soft and calm whisper. The Beast looked at his servants deadpan and decided once and for all to try out their advice.

“Will you come down to dinner?” The Beast asked dejectedly.

“Nope,” replied Roselia indignantly.

The beast looks at his servants angrily and point to the door to prove his point. The servants were getting worried. This was not going good at all.

“Suave. Genteel,” Cogsworth advised next with a strain smile.

“I will give her one last chance,” the Beast hissed out.

Taking a deep breath and his dignity that he had left, the Beast bows at the door and talked in a very fake formal voice though it was very clear the strain and forced he is making.

“It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” This is going too far, the Beast angrily thought, making his hair bristle more than possible.

“Ahem, ahem, we say ‘please’,” quickly added Cogsworth quietly. The Beast glared at the clock and then at the door.

“Please?” he asked dejectedly.

This made his servants gap to hear their master say please to someone below his status. The master never said please before. There was a pause and the beast thought the girl would resign to come out but he was wrong when he heard the stern, hurt and anger voice of Roselia.

“Are you crazy? First you take dad away from us...held me and my brother prisoners...and now you invite me to dine with you? Your... nuts!”

That comment made the Beast lose it. “How dare you-”

“No! How dare you to think you can do whatever you want with us,” Roselia interrupted him. “You think that you deserve someone’s company after hurting them? That is just stupid-it-it makes no sense! You even said that my brother cannot eat!”

“I’m the master of this castle and I order you to eat with me!” roared the Beast, his servants cowering behind, unable to control the situation.

“Let me tell you this once and for all...I wouldn’t eat with you if you were the last living...thing on Earth! That’s what you are, a thing!”

That really burst the anger of the Beast as he hits the door with more strength that made the wall shake and cracked. He could hear the frightening squeals of the girl and boy in the room as well as the Madam Armoire gasp. The servants pleaded him to stop but the beast will not listen this time.

“You can’t stay in there forever!” he shouted.

“You just watch me! It would be even better if you leave and never come back!”

“Yeah you smelly fur ball! Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self! HA!” shouted Kevin.

Though the last statement made everyone including Roselia and the Beast remain very quiet. After a few seconds of an awkward silence, Roselia spoke out.

“Ok...there’s all kinds of things wrong with what you just said. But I couldn’t agree more! I never want to see you or be near you again, you monster!”

That’s the last straw for the beast. “Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!” The beast turns to his servants and gives them a warning, “If she doesn’t eat with me, then neither of them will eat at all!”

Before anyone can protest, the Beast runs down the hall in fury. He slams the door with a bang, causing a piece of the ceiling to fall right onto of poor Lumiere.

Servants (3rd pov)…

Mrs. Potts was shocked at the scene that just happened. A simple girl defied the spoiled prince and what’s more, she even spoke out against him. Something that no one would dare do to the young monarch for all time. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t help herself to feel proud for Roselia. It was about time their master was talked sense into it, but Mrs. Potts did wish it was approached in a different way. She shook her head in disappointment at Lumiere and Cogsworth.

“Oh dear... That didn’t go very well at all, did it,” she stated rhetorically.

Cogsworth narrowed his eyes on the door and stomp his wooden foot to the ground. He was the head of the house hold. He needs to bring back authority.

“Lumiere, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change!” commanded Cogsworth as he received a salute in response from Lumiere.

“You can count on me, mon Capitan!” replied Lumiere as he stood guard in front of the guest bedroom door. He started to hop back and forth in front of the door, like a solider. Cogsworth sighed hopelessly and started to walk away with Mrs. Potts.

“Well, I guess we better go downstairs and start cleaning up,” he said with a dejected sigh.

The west wing...

The Beast burst through the doors of his private quarters, the West Wing. He continued his way, as the beast destroyed or tossed broken furniture away from his path. The beast was unaware he was starting to talk to himself, mostly out of rage from what happened at the disaster dinner invitation.

“I ask nicely, but she refuses. I even agreed to let the boy have a decent meal! What a... what does she want me to do-beg?!”

The Beast roared angrily as he threw a chair against the wall, reducing it to pieces of splinters. The Beast breathed heavily and was trying to think straight. Then his eyes moved towards a small black marble podium that contained two precious items that only him is permitted to be near.

First was a magic mirror, given to him by the enchantress. He remembers well how she mockingly stated he will need something to look at the outside world since he will be caged in his so-called splendor castle. It was a simple enchanted object. An ordinary mirror, silver in color, with intricate rose and vine decorations. An ornate lion-like creature encapsulates the handle of the mirror with its mouth. On the back of the mirror, there is a symbol that somewhat resembles a fleur-de-lis. All the Beast needed to do was command it to show him anything he wanted to see. The second and most value item was his magic rose...the hourglass of his curse figurative speaking. His eyes flashed as he saw what Lumiere stated earlier was true. The rose had already begun to wilt and a few petals had fallen. The rose always brought sadness to his heart and now he was feeling more desperate than before. The Beast closed eyes and sighed with defeat. His temper indeed did get the better of him. Thinking about the girl, the Beast grabs the mirror, it’s reflection showing his hideous monstrous face.

He glared at the mirror as he commanded, “Show me the girl!”

The magic mirror shined and glowed green as the image of the reflection faded and instant he was looking at Roselia. She was sitting on the bed, stroking the hair of the boy who was lying down nest to hear. The boy looked depressed. His eyes were closed, like he was trying to fall back asleep. Madam Armoire was there with them and was talking to them, mostly the girl.

“Why the master’s not really so bad once you get to know him. Why don’t you give him a chance?” pleased Madam Armoire. Roselia paused at this and glares at the wardrobe.

“A chance? How can you even suggest that? After what he did...you think he deserves one?!”

Madam Armoire was stunned at Roselia’s statement. “Well I-we-”

Roselia did not let the wardrobe continue to speak. “No! I don’t know why you people are even working for him. He is so cruel to you all, why do you even stay? You should all leave before he hurts any of you or worst...”

Roselia couldn’t go on as she shuddered. For a moment, the girl stiffed and looked around the room as if suspecting something or someone was watching them, then she shrugged it. The boy started to whimper as Roselia comfort her brother and spoke softly in his ear. Madam Armoire was shocked at what Roselia’s concern was leading to.

“Oh no Mademoiselle! The Master isn’t that cruel to go to that extreme. He never laid a paw on us...trust me.”

The girl sighed before continuing to stroke her brother’s hair. “I wish I could, but the Beast is what he is. He is a monster both outside and in. He hurt me and my family... and I will never forgive him for that.”

“But dear, the master is not-”

“Look, I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”

As the image faded, the Beast stared at the mirror... He was hurt. Is that what the girl thinks of him? A monster? A thing? He puts the mirror away and shakes his head with disappointment.

“I’m just fooling myself. She’ll never see me as anything...but a monster.” At that moment, another rose petal falls down and lands on the bottom of the bell jar. The Beast now felt more wounded after a hardship of battle. He covers his face with his paw, feeling an overwhelming depression. “It’s hopeless.”

Roselia’s POV...

Man, what a nightmare. I never want to do that again. I felt forever since I yelled at that creature and I had my talk with Madam. I still felt my skin boil as I thought of the Beast. I hate him. I hate him with passion. Making sure no one was listening, I turned over and slightly shook my sleeping brother.

“Pssst! Kevin!” I whisper to Kevin as he turns over to my side on the bed.

“Yeah?” he whispers back.

I smiled at him as I stated, “We are going to escape this hell hole first this tonight.”

Kevin’s eyes widen as he immediately sat up. I knew he was about to shout in shock, so I covered his mouth. After he calmed down, I released my hand from his mouth. “But what about the talking furniture and... the monster?”

“Look over there...” We both noticed Madam Armoire sleeping as she snored heavily. I smiled wickedly at Kevin. “They can’t stay awake all the time Kevin...We can easily get out of here and get back to Dad.”

Kevin started to shake in fear as he grabbed my arm. “But-but the Beast… He can-”

“Don’t worry, even monsters need sleep too. Before you know, we’ll be hundreds of miles away. Trust me Kevin, he doesn’t look that smart. Ok?” Kevin at first did not looked convince. After a few seconds, he nodded his head. “Good, now get some rest...I’ll wake you up later.”

Kevin nodded and turned over to sleep. I looked out the window and saw the snow swirled, that will not stop us to get back home. We maybe that Beast’s prisoners… but he will never keep us here.

I got more inspired as I saw more extended clips from the new live action film! (Fangirl scream!) I can’t wait for it! Please my readers! I’m beginning you to read and review my fanfic. Your reviews are what motivate me to keep writing ;) Also, any artist interested of making fanart based on my story, please I welcome you to do so. I want to give a shout out to a mysterious Guest who answered the second reference: Anastasia and to Dinosaur Imperial Soldier for the first reference: Chicken Run! Now guess the awkward quote Kevin says to the Beast. Hmmm, it’s based on a favorite and awesome cartoon: Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self! Well I hope to gain more viewers for my story and I would like to give thanks to my co author grapejuice101 who does the best awesome job in editing and adding great details to my work, you’re the best girl! Until then bye, bye!

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