Belle Adams' Butler

Having a little more clarity now, Belle felt she could finally see what she was supposed to do but the path was something she would have to construct. The thought of her death was not something she was comfortable with which made her wonder if she could cheat death. Because obviously they would have to cheat death with the other two girls and it made her question how that could be done. She had already been there, her soul calling and pulling towards the land of the dead. 

Was it even allowed? Belle had to barely for a minute as Lucas caught up with her before she reached for the door of the building. 

"Edith is a very old acquaintance," Lucas explained to her.

"I never knew she would be an oracle or a prophecy teller," the woman was attractive and beautiful who taught them how to bend the legs and back and neck while dancing. The little introduction had taken her by surprise. 

Lucas didn't know the First Grim was acting as a dance instructor here but when Belle had returned from her first day of class, he had seen the black spots on her hand that had made him go have a look to confirm that it was indeed a Grim reaper in the same land like him. 

"The last time she spoke to me, she spoke very familiarly as if she knew me," said Belle to him. The coachman pulled the door open but Belle didn't get inside. She turned to look at Lucas, "Let's take a walk."

Lucas gave her a nod and the coachman closed the door of the carriage and went back to waiting while Belle and Lucas walked down the streets. It wasn't often they got to spend time like this, alone, and away from the mansion. 

"She is one of the oldest who had existed since the time of the first generation of the witches or the pureblooded vampires."

"How about you?" Belle asked him, looking down at their shadows that were barely seen on the ground because of the lack of sun rays that came from the sun. The weather was cloudy as usual. 

Lucas' lips pulled up. It was only time that Belle would find out who he was and it made him question how she would react to it. Maybe not as bad as the others because of what she had got herself into. She was a smart woman and in time she would grow smarter. 

"Don't you already know?" asked Lucas to her as they had spoken about where he came and what he was. He noticed the question of doubt that resided in her beautiful red eyes right now. When she was young it had been easy to tell lies but lies could be told only until the person accepted it, after which it turned pointless. 

"You are a vampire but you appear to know people, know things which normal people don't know about. It makes me question," she smiled, "I don't mind if you are ancient."

This had Lucas chuckle, "You are very accepting, little Belle," he said to have her heart soar as he didn't address her as Miss Belle or Miss Adams. Lucas wasn't affectionate and he treated her the same way as he did before but these were the little things she was happy about right now. 

"I did tell I would accept you however you are," she stated, "I don't have anyone but you, you to rely on knowing you will never betray me," she murmured. 

When Belle was young, she wasn't an assertive girl in all matters. She was shy in a few things, and a few things forward and it was when she was told that if she needs or wants something she should not wait for it but go find it herself. And it was Lucas himself who had told it to her. 

She remembered something and asked, "She called you Cross. Is Lucas not your name?" she was curious. 

"It is my last name. The place or the town I come from, some of us have first names, some of us have last names, on how we are called," which was the truth. Lucas Cross, thought Belle to herself, "Also, I am as old as her," he confessed and Belle turned to look at him to see his expression was serious and his eyes were looking ahead of him.

As old as the prophecy? That was many years ago. Decades ago. If Lucas was an average vampire, he would have grown old by now. Older in appearance that should have surpassed her father's physical appearance but he didn't look old. He still appeared to be in his twenties. She now doubted that Lucas was a vampire and believed he must be a pureblooded vampire but even a pureblooded vampire had minimalist changes while the man who walked next to her had not aged even for a second. 

"No questions, milady?" Lucas asked, his gaze shifting to look at her and she shook her head. 

"I will wait for you to tell me," she answered with a smile. 

Lucas then said, " I will need to ask you to refrain from meeting any of your relatives. We don't know who the witches will contact again."

Belle nodded. She was more than willing to never see them again. She couldn't believe how the influence started from the witch to the switcher, the vampires and then to her relatives and then to her. 

"Cross," Belle said loudly and smiled, "That's a fancy last name."

"There's a library in the corner that has a couple of books that might be helpful. Come, let's take a visit there," and they walked to the library. Belle wondered what books would be helpful as there was no direct guidance in the soup she was in. 

The library was a small and old one that looked as if it was would collapse any moment. Lucas stood in front of a shelf, staring at the books knowing what would happen if he were to take it out but now was the time to make use of it. 

Belle saw him pull out a book that read 'Romeow and Julisqueak'. Belle raised her eyebrows and looked up at him,

"Really?"