Belle Adams' Butler

"Barron, check for the reapers or the scent of a hellhound," ordered Lucas and the rabbit looked at his hands, torn slightly before going to look for reapers who could be spotted near the grounds of the mansion, "Does it hurt?" he asked her, making her talk.

"A lot," Belle said, her eyes bright red in colour and her face contorted in pain, "I was here, but I don't know when I went to the land of the dead."

"You weren't sleeping?" asked Lucas and Belle shook her head. 

"I just woke up. I don't belong to that world yet, why does the bite hurt," questioned Belle, biting her inner cheek to see Lucas start to clean the wound where the blood wasn't stopping. He opened the box which he had asked Barron to get. 

"Because your other half is in the land of the dead. You saw her," said Lucas without having to look at her. He moved his hands around before placing the ice to stop the blood from flowing out so quickly. Taking a cloth, he tied it around her leg to stop the bleeding. 

The maid then arrived with a jug of blood and a glass in her hand. She poured the blood into the glass before handing it over to Belle. Belle finished the blood in a few seconds before she was given another glass until the jug had only drops of blood left behind it. 

Lucas picked Belle up from the ground and placed her on the bed once he had cleaned the blood around her leg. 

"Give it a day, it should get better," said Lucas to her, "The bit of a hellhound is fatal for a mortal compared to the dead. And it only bit you, it didn't tear your leg out which we should be fortunate about," he explained to her and Belle felt a chill run down her spine. 

"T-tear?" she asked him.

"You didn't think the hellhounds were pet animals now, did you? They are used to shred other creatures into little pieces on the command of the Grims or the Hawverts." 

"Lucas!" Barron came inside the room through the patio. The rabbit looked as if it had killed a ferocious animal, "There's a scent of a reaper out in the backyard." 

"It must have lured her into the land of the dead," murmured Lucas. 

"How is that possible? It surely didn't come looking for me," said Belle to receive a stare from him, "It was?"

"Lowly reapers don't come looking for souls in the land of the living unless their time-" Lucas stopped his sentence midway and he pulled open his pocket watch of death. His eyes hardened at the sight of it and Barron who was standing five steps away quickly made his way towards Lucas to peek into the dial before looking up at Belle. 

"What happened?" asked Belle, her eyes darting between Lucas and Barron. 

Barron looked up at Lucas, "I think your watch is not working. You need a new dial," said the rabbit, its ears moving as it moved its head. 

"It might be," said Lucas, his eyes shifting from the dial of the watch to look at Belle who looked healthy. He handed the dial to her to say, "The hand has gone past the red line. A dead being."

Belle knew what the meaning of the dial was and hearing what Lucas just said, she agreed with Barron that it was possible that Lucas' watch was showing it wrong. When the needle hand touched the red line, it meant a person's time was up. 

"Let me check with my watch. My watch never lies. I make sure to keep it safe and clean, that it is in good working condition," said Barron, as if he was going to save the day, his hand moved to pull the pocket watch and he flipped it open, "Or maybe not..." Barron's voice trailed as the needle pointed similar to Lucas' watch. 

With the amount of blood she had consumed and her body restoring back to its original stage, Belle asked, "Has this ever happened before?" 

"No," said Lucas, flipping his watch and putting it back in his pocket, "You have an active pulse with a beating heart. It must be because you entered the realm of the dead and my watch must have picked you to be dead," and even though he said this, he was unsure of how much this theory could be right. 

"Why did you step into the land of the dead? Don't you know it is dangerous?" asked Barron before going to the bathroom and soaking his hands to get rid of the blood on the stuffed rabbit. 

"I called Lucas but I don't think my voice could be heard. One minute I was here and the moment I stepped out on the patio, I was in the land of the dead. In the ruined mansion," said Belle before adding, "There's this one creature that keeps wanting to eat my soul. I met it last time too. Maybe the first time that I could remember."

Lucas' eyebrows drew in together and he said, "It is possibly the scavenger that ate only a little bit of you." 

"Looks like it didn't forget its delicious meal," commented Barron before closing his mouth when Lucas gave him a look, "I don't think it can be helped. Her body is drawing towards the land of the dead as her other half resides there. Obviously, the dead cannot come here so maybe Belle is being called to complete the balance."

Belle looked down at her leg which was bandaged by Lucas. If her mirror self was there, watching her, it was possible that it was her who had sent the reaper to get her to the realm of the dead. 

"I think I saw a Grim reaper."

Barron's head snapped back, tearing the side stitch of his neck and Lucas' eyes narrowed, "How was he to look?"

"Tall and lean."

"Did he see you?" Lucas asked and Belle shook her head. 

"I left before he could see me."