A/N: A combination of two of my favorite things: BATB and classic rock. I always thought this song would make a lovely pairing with the movie-but I'll let you decide for yourself. Bonus points: turn on the song to set the mood. Credit goes to where it's due-the Eagle's song "Hotel California," the Disney movie "Beauty and the Beast," and "King Kong" for letting me steal their most iconic line.


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

Belle hurried along the causeway, toward the castle that shimmered in the mist. The wind pushed her hair across her face; Belle shook her vision free, not pausing for a moment. She had to find her father in that labyrinth of gloom, before her strength gave out. She would have to stop soon, while she still had some strength within her.

There she stood in the doorway;I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

The heavy oak doors opened to her lightest touch; Belle was inside the castle at last, staring up at the vast vaults of ceiling, stairs, tapestries, gold and marble. She shivered a little, stepping further into the hall as she searched for a place where her father would be. It was beautiful, an ice palace, a dungeon of marble.

A light moved in one of the corridors nearby, the echo of voices following.

"Hello?" Belle called, but no one answered. She trailed after the light and the voices, hoping to be led to her father.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

You can find it here

The castle had many rooms, gilded and painted in gloomy decadence. Belle followed the light up stone stairways, to a tower prison. Both the light and the voices had stopped; heedless of whomever else was there, Belle sprang forward when she found her father locked in a drafty cell.

Now, prisoner to a Beast she couldn't even glance at without cringing, the walls seemed to taunt her with an ironic welcome. They would keep her in, even without her promise to stay in exchange for her father.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard,

Sweet summer sweat,

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Even through her heartbreak and obvious lack of freedom, Belle still enjoyed the dresses given for her use, the jewelry too. Sometimes, Mrs. Potts took pity on her and brought her a book of fairy tales. Belle liked to think that the Knights of the Round Table, the Hobbits, or the Princes in fairy tales were her handsome friends, unreal as they were. Their stories were always filled with wonder and loveliness, leading her into the outside world, remembering the sun and her father's love, forgetting the gloom and misery inside.

So I called up the Captain,

'Please bring me my wine'

He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Just once, Belle said to the Beast "May I have my freedom?"

"Freedom is something we haven't had here for a long time. You will never be free now that you have looked upon my face. This monster has been burned into your brain."

Belle jerked awake-the exchange had been a dream. Belle shook herself and curled up in the window seat, gazing out on the moonlit snow. But then the gargoyles began to stare at her, gloating, guarding.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibis

Now Beast was her friend, whoever thought that this could be? He had saved her life and she his. The castle became more lovely, day by day, awaiting the coming of spring. There were now subtle excuses for Belle and the Beast to spend more time together, reading, snowball fights, dinner together.

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'

Their splendid supper that night was the most luxurious the castle had ever seen; every mirror in the ballroom had been polished. Belle herself glowed in her golden dress, cheeks like pink champagne during their dance. And now she was free to go after her father, no longer a prisoner-had not been for a long time. There had been a change in both of them, Belle realized as she flew to find her father.

And in the master's chambers,

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can't kill the beast

And now the mob raced across the causeway, unaware of the enchanted shimmer of the castle, or the breezes at odds with their torches. They went marching into battle, unaware thought that the danger had increased, gathered to kill the Beast and gather their spoils. Guns and knives ready, they were no match for the army of enchantments that awaited them. The Beast was stabbed with steel, not yet dying. Belle held him in her arms, for in the end it was her beauty, through another man's jealousy, that had killed the Beast. But yet, he wasn't dead. No, now he was a man, unknown to her, unfamiliar. Not her lover, but someone else entirely.

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

'Relax,' said the night man,

'We are programmed to please,

You can check-out any time you like,

But you can never leave!'