Snippet #2721291

(OOC: Many apologies for the bad timing on my part. I was just swamped with plans all the sudden and haven't found a chance to post until now! I'll try to make this one very eventful as an effort to compensate.)

Belle slid off the edge of the bed and sat on the cold tile floor. There was a deep vibration that was coming from underneath, and if she sat still enough, she could almost make out a voice. She slid her hand forward until it stopped at a place where it was particularly strong. Now she could understand it.

Hello, little beast. Won't you come out to play? Ive missed you so! I'm sure the lovely doctor would love to meet you, sweet little beast. Come on now, don't be shy. I'm a friend! Please show us the beast, Belle.

The sides of consciousness were battling each other inside of Belle's brain. She didn't want to let the beast out, it scared people. She gripped the leg of the bed with white knuckles. It had been months since the Beast last resurfaced, and it was growing restless. A low growl escaped her throat, and her hands clutched her neck in fear, trying to subdue the ever-strengthening urge.

Beastie, beastie! You've been sleeping for so long! You've had your rest, now its time to play!

That was it. Belle snapped. The Beast took over.
All the muscles in her body went rigid, and a devious smile spread across her face. Slowly pacing towards the doctor, the real Belle screamed from the back of her brain, trying desperately to stop herself. It was futile. In an instant, she shot forward and leapt upwards, wrapping herself around his shoulders. Her no-longer-delicate hands clasped his neck with enough force to probably crush his trachea if he didn't act fast. They both tumbled to the floor, and Belle's head hit the tiles with a crack, however she seemed unphased. Her nails drew marks of blood across the man's face and neck. If he wanted to survive, the time to act was now.