Belle Adams' Butler

"I am not giving you hope, Belle but only telling that it is possible to fix the broken souls that are still under the transformation of turning to spirits. The dead don't care and don't consider them worth saving but if you have the ability to fix things around, then that shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lucas asked her.

"But what about the Hawverts?" asked Belle, "You said there are rules to follow, things that cannot be changed."

"Change is inevitable Belle. I was a cold man before I met and came to know you," he placed his hand on her cheek, "You have me, so don't worry about the if's and what's. This time I will protect you. Last time I was late but this time, I won't leave your side."

Belle felt her eyes fill up with tears and she moved away from the edge of the bed so that she could put her hands around him, to hug him and stay in his arms safe, "You promise?" she asked, taking in a deep breath as her chest felt heavy right now. Lucas was the only person she had and if she lost him, she didn't know what she would do. 

"Have I ever broken a promise with you?" he asked her, running his hand over her head gently. 

"No."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. What happened in the past was something neither of us could dodge, we are tied to each other, in life and death, you are already the one who I will spend the rest of my life and the next one and the one after that," the girl was vulnerable today and he knew she needed him, "I will never leave you, Belle. I will always have your back like the beginning of the time," he whispered to her and Belle's hands tightened around Lucas. 

"Thank you for always being there," she responded back, her eyes closing.

She spent her time in Lucas' arms before she finally felt the void that was in her chest had now covered, "Can I mark you?" she asked him. 

"Anything you want," replied Lucas to her request. 

Previously it was Lucas who had left a mark on her neck which was why there was wing that had been concealed with magic but with Belle being a vampiress, she could bond it further. 

He moved his hand from her waist to use it to unbutton the shirt that he wore, removing it enough so that she had the space she needed to take a bite. Belle then leaned forward, her heart beating in her chest as she came forward and towards his neck that looked tempting. Vampires were creatures who depended on blood being taken from the others so that they could survive. 

"Why does it feel tempting to take a sip from you and not others?" questioned Belle. 

"We are binded to each other with bonds that are old. When the mark came to existence, it was so that the couple could take the blood from their partner and make it less appealing when it came to others blood," he answered her, running his fingers across her own neck that was slender and fragile to look at. 

Belle moved closer, her fangs appearing and she took a bite at his neck, which she had done before to drink his blood, but this time it was for the bond creation. Once she was done, she pulled back to see just the fang mark on his skin where she had bit, but on the other side, the broken wing started to complete itself. 

She pulled back and felt his hands continue to make her hair proper, pushing them behind her ear as he looked at her. 

Belle had noticed how Lucas' expression had changed since the time he had returned back from the council and it was because of the stone he had found, the stone of memories. It wasn't that he didn't look at her before but right now there was the passion in there which was burning behind his eyes. 

He kept playing with her hair, weaving his fingers through it before bringing her face towards his and closed her mouth with his own. The kiss was sweet and passionate with his hands wrapped around her body and she kissed him back, her toes curling as he slipped his tongue into hers. When they pulled away Belle noticed something odd, Lucas' eyes had turned gold in colour.

"Your eyes," she whispered and in a blink of an eye, it had turned back to the soulless looking black in colour. 

Lucas smiled looking into her eyes, and he pushed her back against the carpeted ground with her hands placed up, her breath uneven with the way he looked at her. His hands trailed up her waist, reaching her hands and interlinking it. 

He bit into her lips that made her cry softly and he used his tongue to lick the drop of blood that seeped out of her skin. Sucking her lips while having her under him. Pulling her waist up and giving more area for her neck, his lips trailed down to pepper kisses on her neck. The kisses were sweet and Belle could do nothing but reach out for him. 

When he came back up to kiss her lips, pecking them, Belle couldn't help but smile looking at him. 

Belle didn't know what she would do if Lucas would leave her side. She would be lost. 

"Why did your eyes turn to gold?" asked Belle, curious as she had never seen it change to any other colour before. 

"Some of us Grims have different coloured eyes. Like how Greed has blue, Wrath has red. Gold isn't common and it's better to have a common eye which no one will notice," he responded to her, bending down to drop a kiss on her nose.

"You like to blend yourself in the crowd."

"It is something I have been working on," he smiled at her, making her wonder if his words had more meaning which she wasn't aware of.