Gabrielle: I don't own Beauty and the Beast or Anastasia

Chapter 19

It's one thing to know that Heath is in love with me. It's a completely different thing to realize that he's been in love with me for so long.

I think about this as I trudge my way back to camp that night. That boy on the bridge from all those years back, that was him. That had to have been him. Nobody else could have been able to look so scary and let, somehow timid at the same time.

Should I have died that time on the bridge? Was that why Heath had been there, and nobody-not even my own family-had seemed to notice him staring at me while I ran back to them? Because they couldn't see him? No. That was impossible. Kids much younger and much weaker than I'd been had done that exact same thing. So then, why had he been there? If what everyone had been telling me was correct, than it more than likely had something to do with the fact that he was in love with me. But still.

I shook my head, and put my earbuds in, deciding not to think about that topic anymore. It was starting to make my brain hurt. I let my iPod finish going through Twinkle in her Eye which was what it had been stuck on since Sid made me turn it off earlier that day, then switched it to Belle from Beauty and the Beast, singing along as it went on. Which, probably wasn't the best idea, but aw well. Who cared? My feet slowed so that I would at least double the time I had to listen to my music.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always,
The same old bread and rolls to sell.
Every morning just the same,
Since the morning that we came,
To this poor provincial Town."

Still, no matter how hard I focused on the lyrics, I couldn't help but wonder exactly why it was that Heath was in love with me. I was just an odd girl who preferred little kids shows and songs rather than the ones that most teenagers liked. When the other girls were listening to Ke$ha, I was dancing to the Lady and the Tramp.

I stopped to kick at some dead leaves a bit, as if to add effect to my frustration.

"Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question,
Dazed and distracted can't you tell?"

Yeah, I understood how Belle probably felt. I was always the odd girl out. The one nobody ever really got, but at the same time they were to… polite to ever really disclude her or say anything mean to her face. Still, I knew they'd all talked about me behind my back.

"Oh! Isn't this amazing?
It's my favorite part because, you'll see!
Here's where she meets Prince Charming,
But she won't discover that it's him 'till chapter three!"

Heh. Prince Charming? All the movies seemed to have him. So, where was mine? Heath? Yeah right.

I began to look for a place to sit so I could be alone with my thoughts for a while longer.

"Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy,
Monsieur Gaston, oh he's so cute,
Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing,
He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute."

I found a rock that was seated next to a tree and began to stumble towards it, trying not to lose my footing as I did so.

"Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special,
A most peculiar mademoiselle,
It's a pity and a sin,
She doesn't quite fit in."

I collapsed on the rock just as the song was ending, and A Rumor In St. Petersburg from Anastasia started to play.

"St. Petersburg is gloomy!
St. Petersburg is bleak!
My underwear got frozen standing here all week!"

Seriously, though, why did he fall for me? I wasn't anything special. I wasn't a princess like Anya turned out to be. And I didn't have the beauty Belle had. I was a fifteen-year-old girl with limp hair, weird eyes and a strange addiction to kids stuff. So why? There was nothing appealing about me.

"Hey!
Have you heard?
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg!
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street?"

Maybe the question should be 'Why the hell do I care so much?' I mean, really, why? Who cared if Heath was in love with me. I didn't feel the same way about him. He was a jerk. He was the guy who threatened not only my life, but the lives of all my friends, as well. He was the guy who kept me from living a normal life and constantly sent me on dangerous missions.

…He was the guy who always ended up saving me.

"It's a rumor,
A legend,
A mystery!
Something whispered in an alleyway,
Or through a crack!
It's a rumor
That's part of our history!"

Okay, so yeah, he did often save me, but I wouldn't even need to be rescued if he would've just let me live a normal life like I wanted! So, I really didn't owe him anything.

"I got this from the palace!
It's Romanov, I swear!
It could be worth a fortune,
If it belonged to her!"

So, yeah. It was his god damned obligation to save me! It was all his fault I was ever in danger in the first place! But, that still didn't answer I was so cheesed about the fact that he was in love with me. Could I really…?"

"Ssh!
Have you heard?
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg!
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street?
Hey!
Have you heard?
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg!
Have you heard
Comrades, what do you suppose?
A fascinating mystery!
The biggest con in history!
The Princess Anastasia,
Alive or dead? Who knows?
Shh."

I shook my head and stood up, turning my iPod on even louder, and forcing myself to quit thinking. It was going to take it's toll on me if I did. I began to walk back towards the camp, singing as I did so.

"If I can learn to do it,
You can learn to do it!"

*Ashes*

It was our last day in the woods, and I could feel that we were getting close. We would camp out tonight, and then sneak in on Heath's friend's house, later.

"Hey," Heath suddenly stopped and turned to the rest of us, "There's something I would like to do before we head on."

Sid raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Heath began to walk in the way we'd just come, "Follow me."

We all raised eyebrows at each others, before doing so. But I hadn't taken more than five steps, before something hit me in the back of my head, knocking me out.