Everything was going wrong, so very wrong indeed. Vadim growled, crashing a fist into the wood of a grandfather clock. His human hand did little damage, but the claw marks light on the woods surface spoke of many other nights. Pain blossomed and he staggered back. Why couldn't he just have Belle and have her love him as well? It was impossible though. He knew who he was. Nothing he did as a human 'prince' could change the outcome in three years time. Belle would not love him, so he must make her marry him by force. It was the deal he set up after all. Why must it pain his heart? Because a witch deemed him selfish, he became the role. Vadim paced away, aghast that he was wasting his time as human, but also unable to do anything but hide away. He couldn't understand though, why her refusal mattered so much. Next year, he would just have to do much better. Next year...there was always next year.