Belle’s heart thundered as she decided what she would do next. Her mouth was dry as it opened. She clutched her fingers together trying to stop them as they shook.
“Excuse me,” she said suddenly grabbing the monster’s attention. A lump developed in her throat as she fought the urge to cry in terror. “My name is Belle. What’s yours?”
The monster’s long furry ears twitched. After staring at her, he returned his attention to his food. “I have no name,” he said with a mouthful of meat.
“Everyone has a name,” Belle said gaining confidence from his reply.
“Not me.”
Belle thought for a moment. “Then, what would you like me to call you?”
“Call me?” The monster looked up at Belle again. He was confused for only a moment. “If you must call me something, then call me Beast.”
“Beast?”
The Beas
