The Ghost of Gaston
Part Two
The Ghost of Gaston
Ok here's the next part of my story!
Part 2
The next day,
Gaston wandered through the village grumbling angrily to himself. Being a ghost, he was not
visible to the townspeople who lived there. The only place he could materialize was in the castle
where Belle and the Prince lived. He had been planning how to get Belle for a long time. Even
when he was alive, he had planned on putting Belle's father in an asylum unless Belle agreed to
marry him. That plan backfired when Belle showed Gaston in a magic mirror that the Beast her
father spoke of was real. Another reason Gaston wanted Belle was for revenge on the Beast.
For once, he was out of ideas. Feeling frustrated, he decided to go to the tavern. It had looked
different since he died. His favorite bear-skinned chair had been pushed to the wall. A wreath
was placed in the center of it. As usual, the Bimbette girls were weeping hysterically on the
arms of the chair. "Why...did...he...have...to...die!" sobbed one. "It's no fair!"cried another. "It's
all her fault!" exclaimed the third. "If only he had wanted to marry me instead of that bookworm
brat, Belle!" Gaston approached the girls, but they could neither see nor hear him. They only
noticed the chill in the air from Gaston's presence. Suddenly a sheet of aged paper drifted to
Gaston's feet. It was transparent like he was. Gaston bent down to pick it up and found to his
suprise that he was able to touch it. "Hmmmm," he mumbled as he began to read it. Gaston
could not read very well, but he knew enough to understand what it said. "Need to cause trouble
for someone? Come see Mr. Demone for all your ghostly magic! Tonight, in the woods. Look
for the glowing cottage." Gaston grinned and chuckled to himself. It seemed that he would get
Belle after all. He waited for nightfall, and then he headed into the woods carrying the
advertisement. It wasn't too hard to find the cottage. Gaston tramped to the door of the little
brown house and knocked. An evil looking man with a thin mustache and a small pointed beard
opened the door. "Ah," he said, "I've been expecting you. Come in!" He opened the door wider
and motioned for Gaston to follow him in. His home was filled with sinister old skulls, glowing
potions in bottles, and an ominous mist coming from a strange fire that seemed to fill the
house. "Are you Mr. Demone?" asked Gaston. "At your service." replied the man. "So, you
want the girl, do you?" "How did you know?" asked Gaston. "Never mind that." Mr. Demone
replied, "You should have known you couldn't kill her with your bare hands. I could've told you
that." "Then how can I kill her?" "You can't. But, you can steal her soul! It just so happens that I
have a potion I can give you that will do just that!" "What's the price? I'll pay anything!" Gaston
cried. "No price." replied Mr. Demone. "You'll be helping me more than you know!" "Wait. Why
would you be willing to help me?" Gaston smirked. "That's not important." Mr. Demone pulled
out a small bottle filled with an iredesent green liquid from underneath his coat. "You see this?"
He held the bottle up. "This is going to make your dream come true! Just one drop on your
damsile's chest, and her soul will be free from her body. I personally think you'd be doing her a
favor. Who needs a body anyway?" An evil grin spread across Gaston's face as he carefully
took the little bottle from Mr. Demone's hands. "Oh, one more thing." Mr. Demone reached into
the other side of his coat and pulled out a large heart shaped locket on a thick gold chain. "You
need to capture her sprit by turning this tiny key in the back. A word of caution. This potion does
not kill, it only removes the soul. Break the locket, and her soul reunites with her body." Gaston
grabbed the locket, thanked Mr. Demone, and trudged back towards the town imagining the
following night when Belle would finally be his.
To Be Continued
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