I finished the pie and set it on the window sill with all the other foods. Pies, cobblers, casseroles, breads. Gaston's plan worked. He brought the beast into the square and told everyone he killed it. It made me sick every time thinking about those yellow eyes, the words it spoke...

How did it know me? I shiver, despite the room being heated from endless amounts of cooking. 

"Belle!" I jump, the door slams open and Gaston's booming voice fills the house. "Are you done with cooking? I want you to come with me so I can show you my amazing awards!" He proceeds to walk into the kitchen and takes me by the waist. I can tell he has already had a few drinks, soon enough he'll be drunk and I'll have to take care of that too.  

Leading me out the door, there are people cheering and shouting "Gaston killed the terrible beast of the woods!!" For prior years, there have been rumors and stories of a terrible creature in the woods. These stories had all started with my father disappearing. Also when Gaston went into the woods to find the beast (he said he was looking for my father, but I know better), one or two of his men had vanished and the rest claimed to have heard a terrible roar, neither human nor animal. 

"Look, Belle! I have caught the beast that took your father!" Gaston sings out. Everyone cheers and whistles, believing that he really did. But could this creature have taken my father? I can't help but to heave at the thought. I force a smile and nod, just another show for the crowd. "Come, Belle, sit with me!" 

I walk with Gaston over to the table. There are tables from neighboring houses all lined up in one long row. Fresh foods are being placed along the tables. Music is playing, beer, and wine kegs are being set up, children running and playing. Normally, I would have loved a fest like this. I would sit down and read children wondrous books of adventures and magic. But now I watch them, daring each other to touch the Beast. I can see an arrow wound, where the liver is, where Gaston must have shot it to make it seem he killed the Beast.

"Belle! Eat with me!" Gaston yells. People cheer. Everyone is sitting now, ready to eat. I watch as all the town folk thrust their mugs into the air. Some of the alcoholic liquid sloshes onto the table. They toast, to a fake killing. Why are they so pleased? Why do people find satisfaction in death and others suffering?

"Mrs? Are you okay?" I'm awakened, out of my trance, by a young girl bringing a basket of baguettes to the table. I feel hot tears rolling down my face. I quickly wipe them away.

"Y-yes. I am okay..." I stammer. She gives me an unconvinced look, but walks back to her family.

Family...

"Gaston!" He is to engulfed by his on going popularity to notice me. "Gaston!" I shout at him.

"Belle? Belle, what is it?!" He seems displeased to be pulled away from his conversation.

"Gaston! Where are the kids, Gaston!?" I grab his arm and frantically look. I don't see them anywhere!!

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So sorry this took so long to update!! I will update soon, I promise!!

-BBCandbooks

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