Chapter 1: Off the Rails

She came to on a wooden bunk in a gently swaying room, the barking cries of burly men echoing on the wind. Her head was pounding from the strike that had rendered her unconscious. Like the tide coming in, Belle felt her mind piecing things together; one horrifying scene after another. Gaston had been exciting the crowd into a Beast-hunting frenzy. She’d shown them all her friend’s visage in the enchanted mirror, trying to stop the chain of unfortunate events from spiraling out of control. Of course, her thoughtless reaction had only made matters worse.

“Oh God, Beast!” Still unable to completely comprehend her surroundings Belle stumbled forward and collapsed onto the wooden floor. Thankfully her instincts were coherent enough that her hands extended to prevent her face from smashing into the floor. A wave of nausea swept over her but she swallowed it back. It was a couple of minutes before she realized that the source of the fishy smell was below her, coating the floorboards.

Author's Note: Since it's femslash February I've decided to upload my completed Ariel/Belle crossover. I want to send my sincere thanks to Crazy Cat Lady on Fanfiction.net whose story (Ariel & Belle) inspired this tale.

Synopsis: The journeys of Belle and Ariel become irrevocably intertwined when a kidnapping, assassination attempt and shipwreck lead them to one another. Will the plots of those around them give these women the chance to discover a happiness both have only dreamed of?

Chapter 1 will be the next article posted.

*This is a lovely femslash i read somewhere on fanfiction.net. Go to the website, click movie, then scroll and find sleeping beauty. there are plently of good stories there, i will post the rest of this story if you like, its my favorite:)*



I cannot move.

It is perhaps the worst feeling in the world to be completely aware of one's miserable circumstances and completely unable to do anything about them.

I want to run. Pace. Beat against the walls of my prison. But I cannot even see where I am. All I can see is the back of my eyelids. It is as if I were asleep.

I do not know how long I have been here. I have only a hazy recollection of how I came to be here. But I know that if I am here for very much longer, alone, unmoving, in the dark with time ticking ceaselessly by, I will go completely mad.

Perhaps I have already begun to lose my mind. Perhaps it is already irrevocably lost and this endless stillness is my eternal damnation. Never peacefully dead, never torturously alive, always somewhere in between: body asleep, mind awake and wildly beating against the bars of its unwitting captor.

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