Belle Adams' Butler

Belle swayed in Lucas' arms as her body felt strangely exhausted. Similar to the time when she had stepped into the past of Lord Nicholas when he was a young boy. It wasn't Evelyn who had helped Nicholas but it was her, who had stepped into the past and had done something that had led to the current events in the land of Bonelake. 

One single person's life had been saved and undoubtedly there were many casualties that had formed in the future. After coming back to the present and after visiting the land of the dead where Lucas had gone in search of her, Belle had tried to backtrace the events that had taken place so far. And it was easy to see what the little fix had done. 

There were a series of death and she now understood what Lucas meant when it came to not believing the appearance of people. People were not what they seemed to be and the closest example was Lucas who wasn't a normal butler of the Adams' mansion but he was a Grim reaper, who killed people and other dead creatures. 

"Belle?" Lucas called her name, slightly worried as her body had turned slack and he pulled back to see her eyes had closed. Putting his hand under her legs, he picked her up, taking her to her bedroom, "Keep guard here, Barron. Do not speak to either of them."

"Oh, trust me, I would rather they not speak to me," promised Barron to see Lucas leave the floor and he then went up to stand in front of the window to see his reflection, "Still clean."

Lucas continued to walk down and as he was nearing the room, one of the maids who was cleaning the floor caught sight of an unconscious mistress Belle in the butler's arms. The maid quickly ran towards them and asked, 

"Is Miss Belle alright?" she asked in concern.

"Yes, she's alright. She seems to be sleeping less for the last few days. Could you bring a cold wet cloth?" asked Lucas and the maid quickly nodded. 

Lucas pushed the door open and placed her on the bed, checking her temperature where her body was hot right now. It was possible that tapping the magic which was non-existent to her until now had created a sudden rush where her body had channelled to place the spell under the Grim reaper who was now stuck in the room. 

Lucas went to her feet, unbuckling her shoes and pulling out the socks that she wore. Her feet were cold and he could only hope that her soul didn't go wandering back to the land of the dead. Her soul was attracted to meet her other half which had been sent there eleven years ago. Maybe it would have been feasible if the first part of her soul had entered the realm of the dead a week or two ago. 

But eleven years were too long. Even an apple when placed out for more than a week would start changing its colour before starting to decay and die. A soul was nothing less to it. 

"Sir Lucas! I brought the wet cloth. I placed some ice we had left with," said the maid entering the room with a bowl of water in her hand. 

"Thank you, Peyton," thanked Lucas, rubbing Belle's feet with the wet cloth and then removing the two buttons of her shirt so that he could press the cloth around her neck and shoulders. 

The maid couldn't help but stand and watch at what the butler was doing to the young Miss. Given that he often took care of the young vampiress since she was a little girl, but with what they had been noticing and witnessing, their butler was showing great care for the girl. 

"Go prepare dinner for tonight. Something more fluid and less hard to chew on," he instructed without raising his head and the maid nodded. 

"Do you need anything more?" she asked before leaving. 

"Yes," answered Lucas, raising his head finally to say, "Close the door as you leave," his facial expression was dull and bored, and the maid was quick to nod and leave the room. Hearing the click sound of the door, Lucas pulled out his pocket watch to see the needle that was delicately trying to move forward and he let a heavy breath out of his lips. 

"Don't step into the land of the dead, Belle," he whispered before going back to her feet and rubbing them with the palms of his hands as they were ice cold. He didn't know why her body kept giving up when it came to holding the soul and he realized that, this was something Belle would need to fix before anything else. 

Lucas stayed in the room for hours, rubbing the soles of Belle's feet without a break to finally feel her temperature turn warm without letting it diminish. He wondered if it was because she was reincarnated and not to forget she had tapped into the forbidden magic because that is what these circles and markings were part. 

Unlike last time, Belle wasn't asleep for far too long and she woke up. Her eyes feeling full and tired and she saw Lucas who was seated next to her on a chair. 

"You are here," said Belle to have him lean forward and brush the hair away from her face. 

"Where else will I be if not here?" he asked and she smiled hearing this. 

"Next to me always," she moved her hand to hold his own that had been pushing the little hair away from her, "How long did I pass out this time?" 

"Not too long. Four hours," he answered her and when she went to sit up, Lucas helped her, "How do you feel?"

"Sleepy," saying this, she yawned, "Am I going to keep falling unconscious every time I make use of my abilities?" she asked him.

"We can't have you falling unconscious. If you're going to fight along with us and not be just a fated star, we'll need to find a way for it to stop. Hungry?" he asked her. 

"Very much."