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Belle looked at Esmeralda when Rumpel said something about her being ‘their’ guest. After all the time she knew the gypsy, the help the two had given every other. The woman she thought of as family. Would she really actually give her to this evil little man? The frightened look on the gypsy’s face, told her otherwise. She didn’t like Rumpel’s eyes looking at her, as she started backing away. When he said she was beautiful, Belle gave a soft uneasy smile. [b]“Merci monsieur.”[/b] She said her tone still guarded.

Though as he moved towards her, Belle cringed. [b]“I am not your friend Rumpelstiltskin.”[/b] She said frowning as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, Belle went to move away as he walked away himself into the kitchen, laughing. Belle’s eyes looked back at Esmeralda, trying to think of a way to help her, there had to be same way! Right? 

She started to take a step towards her friend, only to stop when Rumpel started to speak. [b]“What do you know of what time I have.”[/b] Belle spat at him as she watched him get the kettle of water, and put it on the fire. Ever curious as she was, she wanted so badly to ask what in the world he was doing. When he asked to see what Belle how stolen, she let the glass figurine drop from her hand so that it would broke onto the floor. Though before it landed, it was in his hands. The fear she had felt before only worsened as his smile disappeared and he turned to Esmeralda. Belle quietly moved a knife off of the counter as his attention was away from her, holding in her hand under her cape.

Rumpel’s anger was very confusing, wasn’t the goat the gypsy woman’s? From the way Esmeralda said it, Belle thought that the figurine had been hers, though she of course didn’t know everything about their deal. [b]“Why should it matter what I took for her!”[/b] Belle yelled at him as he let the chair hit the ground. [b]“It was hers! Not yours!”[/b] Belle was trying to stick up for her friend, it was not a very good idea clearly. Though Esmeralda was quite afraid, and Belle didn’t wish to see her friend being killed over a figurine.

She swallowed when he turned to her crossing his arms, what trouble had she caused him. Oh goodness! He was really that upset she stole two little things from him. [b]“You could let me go of course. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal from you after those traps were placed.”[/b] Belle said her tone almost hopeful as she gave him a soft smile. 

When he said the name Gaston though, the smile disappeared, as she shifted her eyes wide. [b]“Gaston? That loathsome and vain man! That…that is how you found me?”[/b] She said angrily, her eyes going to the gypsy who had been helping her to get away from the hairy idiotic man. Before meeting Rumpel’s glaze as he continued speaking and walked towards her. 

[b]“Oh I see…this is the part where I beg and pled for you to take me insisted. Or ask for a deal?”[/b] She asked him grinning widely.

[b]“Oh please, please monsieur! I’m such a weak and desperate woman. Please save me from the idiot blackmailing me into marring him! I’ll give you anything.”[/b] Belle spit on the floor between them, before looking up and rolling her eyes at him. 

She wasn’t stupid like she might have seemed, making fun of the people who he made deals with. She just needed him to go close enough; she closed the gap between them, the look of actual excitement in her eyes. Today was just full of lovely danger for her, of course she was actually enjoying it. [b]“I’m afraid, I’m just…not really feeling all that desperate tonight, monsieur.”[/b] She said before using the knife in her hand to stab him in the stomach leaving the knife in, quickly she turned to the window behind of her, hitting it hard with her elbow, the glass barely broke. Only enough to cut her skin and make her arm bleed more than anything. Frowning Belle shifted back to hit the glass once more, cussing under her breathe, of all the times she had to be unlucky.