Belle's P.O.V.

I sat on the floor of my room, my closet speaking to me in reassuring tones.  I sighed.  Bringing my legs up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my shins and rested my chin atop my knees.  Tears filled my eyes.  I didn't want to be here in the first place.  I knew exactly where I was.

I was in my favorite Disney movie, 'Beauty and the Beast'.  When I was a kid, I had thought it was the most romantic love story there ever was.  But at that time, I was afraid of Beast.  He was just so. . .scary.  But then when he saved Belle from the wolves, I fell in love with him.  He was just so heroic, trying to fix his mistakes for one girl.

That was True Love for you right there.

I wish I could have that kind of love.  I wish I was beautiful.  I wish I was-

Oh, it doesn't matter what I wish.  I just want to go home where I could mope on my own in my bedroom.  I didn't want to be here, in a cursed castle where the people were turned into living things, and where a Princely Beast had a very untamed temper.  I planned on doing what Belle did in the movie.  Refusing to have dinner with him if only to avoid seeing him.  My fear from when I was a kid might come back at just the sight of him.  Beast could be very intimidating.

My blurry eyesight made me look up, where I knew Beast by now was looking into his mirror up in his torn bed chambers and watching me.  I wanted to let him know I knew.  But I don't think anyone would believe me when I say I don't belong here.  Sharing the main character's name doesn't help, either.

Getting to my feet and ignoring my closet mate--quite literally--I looked into the mirror and gasped.  I touched my cheek, as if this mask was a fake and I would see my true self in it.  But no.  I really was Belle.  I was naturally a redhead with green eyes.  My hair had always been a mess and my eyes always dull, which was why I never thought of myself as beautiful, since everyone I know would always insult me.  At least they did in High School, anyway.  Now, though?  I didn't bother to wonder on it.  But now I looked exactly like Belle, and when I looked down, I was dressed in her same regular blue and white dress.  My hair and eyes had both turned brown--a warm chestnut brown, if you will--and I loved it.  I smiled through my tears.

I was finally beautiful.

My face fell.  But it wouldn't last.  I was going to get home, somehow, and then things would go back to the way they were.  I couldn't stay.

Turning to the door of my room once dark fell, I opened it slowly and headed towards the kitchen, knowing Lumiere would follow me since he was supposed to be guarding my door.  I had loved this Disney movie so much, I committed it to memory.

Walking down the hall of the large castle, I found myself gazing around adoringly at it's structure.  Even though it was currently cursed, it was still beautiful in it's own way.  I wish I could stay, but I had to get home.

There was no other choice for me.

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Dinner was a blast.  Lumiere provided the perfect dinner entertainment with his musical 'Be Our Guest', a song I personally loved from the movie as well.  After that, Lumiere, Cogsworth, and the foot stool dog gave me a tour around the castle.  They were going to show me the Library since I absolutely loved to get lost in a book.  Just like Belle.  I guess me and her weren't so different after all.

But then I saw it.

The West Wing.

I knew what I had to do, so I tricked my guides into thinking I was following them, but then snuck up the stairs and into the West Wing.  The forbidden wing of the castle.  There was this feeling in my gut that made me go up there.  I wanted to avoid the Beast at all times, or else then. . .I don't know what I'd do.

I passed several broken tables, and pushed open a very heavy door.  Inside the room beyond was havoc.  It looked like a hurricane had passed through here.  There was a tarnished bed set, broken tables, and a torn portrait.  The portrait of the Prince who was cursed for his selfishness.  I frowned and lifted one of the torn flaps up to his deep blue eyes.  So familiar, yet I knew them, deep inside.  They were unmistakably the Beasts' eyes.

Then there was the Rose.

The Rose that would bloom on his 21st year as a symbol of the Curse coming to be permanent, and would lose a petal every now and then until he could learn to love another, and gain that one's love in return.  My heart hammered.  That was Belle's love.  My love.

I lifted the glass case off the Rose, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, raising one hand to touch it when a shadow fell over me and the Rose.  I gasped.

It was the Beast.

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Final chapter! ^-^ For now anyway xP Video above is the Prologue of the movie involving the Curse in which is said :) More will be in the next chapter of Belle's P.O.V. :P

DQC: Do you favor Beast or Gaston? (Some people prefer Villains, so who knows, right?) xD