It had been a few more feet when things really began to bother her, when things really crossed to the levels of worried she thought she was probably allowed to be. It had been a feeling she’d picked up, one that had grown. But now... Gods she was being followed. Someone really was following her and Belle’s eyes, wide-eyed and just slightly scared, lowered, as she made to cross the road. She knew of course that she had no choice. She had to get home, had to get back to him. And the sad fact that even if she was attacked it was her attacker that would likely suffer.
“You really don’t want to go after me. Out of everyone, it’s not cocky or anything, its just better for you”
There was no smugness in her voice either. Belle really was just looking out for all sides in this equation. There was no other way to put it.
She turned around trying to figure out what was going on but deciding as ever she did to face it, to deal with what she had to deal with because it seemed that was the only way forward. Perhaps she’d surprised her attacker by how calm she had managed to appear, though from the stories of Maleficent, she wouldn’t have cared too much either way. She’d just have killed her anyway.
“Who is there?” she called, more bravado than anything else