Belle Adams' Butler

Once she sank her fangs in his neck, breaking the skin so that she could draw blood, she sucked the blood. The flavour bursting on her taste buds and she sucked further to have Lucas pat on her head, "Take your time, little Belle. No hurry," he said to her. 

Belle was consumed with the thought of drinking his blood as much as she could right now. If it were a human in his place, the human would have passed out dead with the amount she was gulping. Lucas didn't mind the amount of blood she drank from him and the entire time he held her, rubbing her back with his hand. 

When Belle had taken as much as blood she wanted from him, her fangs finally retracted and she licked the blood that was around the skin to pull back and look at him. She felt embarrassed like she had turned to a wild animal who had lost her senses which was what had happened a few minutes ago. 

But when her eyes met Lucas' eyes, she noticed how his expression looked the same and he raised his hand, his finger going to wipe the blood from the side of her mouth and he brought it back to his lips to lick it, 

"Better?" he asked.

"Thank you for the blood," she thanked him, discovering she could drink his blood.

"Don't mention it," he smiled before adding, "I am always here if you need my blood. Don't feel embarrassed about who you are."

Barron who had finished washing his back that had caught up with dirt deciding to stand outside in the patio, sitting at the edge while drying himself in the night wind. He had noticed the silence in the room but he didn't know the couple had left the room. 

"Making way to the great fourth Grim of cards," Barron harrumphed and he swung his legs that was going to take a lot of time to dry. The problem right now was that, if he tried to squeeze the water out from his leg, his hands would end up getting soaked in water, "Ha, I am so tired," he leaned back a little but the water behind his back was too much that had him fall right on the ground. 

"Fucking wet water," Barron cursed along with the cotton body he was in and he tried hard to get up, but with the force he used, the rabbit instead of sitting still, it fell down to the ground from the first floor, "You must be joking!" Barron cursed further as the place he fell was surrounded in wet mud because of the rain and his coat was muddy again. 

Barron appeared to be angry and he cursed more at the water where he heard the Raven speak to him who was still perched in the tree, "Must be fun being in a rabbit suit," said the Raven and Barron snapped his head to look at the bird. 

"How would you like to have some grilled bird meat?" asked the reaper. 

 "I saw the portal open. How was the trip to the land of the dead?" asked the raven to fly down and sit on the ground. 

"Very welcoming. People just cannot resist not saying hi," said Barron remembering the hellhounds chasing them along with the Mighouls, "Don't you get bored sitting there alone?" asked Barron, "What were you in your last life?"

"A boy who polished shoes in the market." 

"Sounds rough, hmph," Barron commented back and walked towards the apple orchard to be followed by the bird, "I am already dirty. Better get one apple to eat."

The bird looked at the ground how there were many apples fallen down which was not completely eaten. It wondered if the reaper ever successfully ate a full apple until now. 

Barron climbed the tree with his heavy body, picking up an apple and brought it back down while taking bites into it. He stood there looking at the mansion which looked neat and clean. 

Remembering the house that was in the land of the dead, he wondered what this mansion contained that had turned the mansion to look like that. Death. Too many possible death but then where were the bodies? He took another bite from the apple and threw it behind him. 

When he was walking towards the mansion, Barron noticed a shadow that went behind the mansion and his eyes narrowed. Quickly he ran towards that side of the mansion to see nothing there but there was a shadow again at the corner. He completed a while round around the mansion, his teeth gritting that he wasn't able to find who was roaming around the mansion. 

He walked inside the mansion and the corridors, walking towards the place where Belle had fainted yesterday. 

Walking alone with just two lanterns that were placed on the wall, he made his way there to feel the coldness in this part of the mansion. 

"How strange," said Barron, moving his hand forward to feel like it was the land of the dead and when he took it back it felt normal again. He moved his hand front and back, "Hmmmmm." 

At that time, he noticed a shadow move past in front of him and he narrowed his eyes. 

Barron walked forward in the dark, his hand pulling out the scythe and he heard a stick that was stepped on to break behind him and he turned around to notice a tall and lean looking, the cloaked creature standing in front of him which was a ghoul.

He went to swipe his scythe towards the creature when Barron heard Belle shout, "No, don't! Don't kill him!"

Belle had been eating her dinner when she felt the presence of the ghoul that she had met earlier as if it were lurking in the mansion and she had left her food to run towards the closed part of the mansion to find the ghoul standing in front of Barron. 

"You know this thing?" asked Barron.

Belle saw how the creature's body started to turn towards her, "Yes. Yes, I know it."