Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 52 - Span Of Time- Part 2

Isabell smiled at his comment, "They got the witches to do the work but the white witch who helped, she built a portal which is a direct access into the storage room. Just because the surrounding has spilled magic doesn't mean it includes the building. The building came first and then came the magic."

A loophole, thought Lucas to himself.

"Nobody knows about it. I don't think the black witch who was there knew about it either," added Isabell.

When Lucas returned back to the mansion, he got back to his work like nothing ever happened. Like he hadn't killed a human in the town nor the witches who were involved in trying to get the black magic unbound from the land he came from.

The first person he had spotted with the infection like the skin on the back of her neck was Mrs. Adams but as days had started to pass by he started to notice the number that went up that included the servants in the mansion. He counted the time with the young vampiress who had no clue what was going to come. Belle was a young free-spirited girl and things would soon change for her. Her life wouldn't be her own and she would be part of the game that had started before she was even born. A week passed and the number of people only increased but Lucas said nothing about it. He walked as if he saw nothing.

On the other hand, Belle was wrapped in the world she had known to grow in without realizing what was waiting in the corner for her and the people she knew. She was happy that Lady Olivia had not been found yet that only extended Lucas' days in the Adams mansion.

During the time of the evening, Belle sat at the table in her room with Mr. Fluffs who was seated against the wall. She sat quietly without uttering a word and Barron said,

"You spoke less today. Looks like you caught on something," said Barron. The only person who often spoke to him right now was Belle, calling him Mr. Fulffs and telling him about what she did.

"Do you think a relationship between a mistress and her butler would be frowned upon?" asked Belle without hearing anything Barron had spoken.

Barron knew about this already, "The number of statuses here is as much as in the land of the dead but you would be in a shock when you get to know who he really is."

"It's not like I have ever thought about. I mean isn't vampire and vampiress enough of a match?" Belle had been trying to win over Lucas' feelings for her but the problem was the man barely spoke anything more than what was required of him to do in the job description.

"I wish I could ask you for suggestions from you," Bell sighed, "I saw something strange today. On my ways back here."

Here came the truth, thought Barron to himself.

"I keep seeing shadows that feel like they are following me at times. I saw one of the maids carrying the black vapor around her body. Do you know what it means?" she questioned even though she knew exactly what it meant. To let Mr. Fluffs know, she said, "People who are surrounded with black vapors die."

"You can see oncoming death?" Barron questioned in a murmur, "How interesting. I don't think we ever had a creature of the living who was able to identify death."

"I am worried," said Belle, this time not looking at Mr. Fluffs who was seated near her, she placed the side of her head on the surface of the table, "It feels like something bad is going to happen. Like an ominous presence in the house."

"I hope it is not me and if it is, it is the fault of that butler reaper of yours that I am stuck here right now! Do you know how many souls are going to increase because I was not able to moderate the number by infecting them?" The reaper who was stuck in the toy couldn't stop his mind at the thought of how she was able to see death. It made him wonder if she was special.

Was that why the reaper was here?

"Let me tell you this. Shadows are never good but then there are many different kinds of shadows. Get me out of here and I will help you," Barron tried baiting Belle in hope that the girl would hear him but that didn't work either, "Ah, how long am I going to be stuck here? All I hear is you speaking about that worthless reaper who got me stuck in this damn doll! You should go to another man, find a sane one-WHY AM I EVEN GIVING YOU ADVICE," Barron couldn't believe he was doing this right now.

He was one of the Grims. The fourth Grim was a reaper who was feared. There were folklores written about him by humans without knowing who he truly was and to now think he was giving this creature of the living advice, he wanted to tear his eyes from his face.

Talking about eyes, his eyesight felt crooked.

Belle didn't know if it was her overthinking mind after what happened to Marie and what she had witnessed in her dream that had her slightly shook. Thankfully she hadn't traveled back there again in her sleep and she hoped she wouldn't. Her room was lit with candles in every corner that lit the room up with a golden glow.

In the kitchen, Lucas was getting the meals ready to be set up in the dining room when he caught one of the maids who was staring at the wall without any movement.

"Lydia," Lucas called the maid who had been working here since he had arrived in the Adams mansion.

"Yes, Sir," She was usually skittish around him because of his sharp gaze and words but when she turned around to look at him she appeared different as if the girl wasn't her but someone else.

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