Belle Adams' Butler

"Why are we digging the graves again?" asked Barron with a suspicious look, "I thought you did that already." 

"It isn't just their graves, but we need to match the dead bodies to see what is different," Lucas removed the coat he was wearing, throwing it across the room for it to fall on the stand, "The two realms reflect and have effects. There should be something that will lead us to know who the other people are, who have made it past the wall."

"What are we standing here. Chop chop, let us go and get it done," said Barron all fired up because he didn't want to have another dead person showing up and creating chaos here. Barron was the bringer of chaos!

"Not right now, rabbit. The keeper has already found me digging the graves. It would look suspicious," sighed Lucas. If there were more spirits than Mr. and Mrs. Adams who had shown up at the door, he doubted it was his problem to take care, after all, more spirits creating havoc would mean the Grims and others would be busy dealing with it. This would only give them a better time to swap and switch the needed spirit in the fabricated world of the ghoul Belle was speaking about. 

Lucas was not a Grim at work but a fallen Grim. It was a perfect situation, and he didn't care about other things, except for one. There was no saying who else was going to show up, and if it were one of the souls that he had killed, now that would be problematic, thought Lucas to himself. There were more than a handful of dozens of them. 

Belle, who had gone to the guest room where councilman Joshua was tied and laid on the bed, looked at the man—feeling sorry for him. He had appeared in front of the mansion at the wrong time. 

When Lucas entered the room, Belle asked him, "What did you do to him?" It was because there was no apparent injury except for a bump on his head. 

"Turned him unconscious," he answered, "He should be awake in some time."

Belle turned to look at the man and then at Lucas. Her hand reaching out to place it on his face. Her thumb tracing the side of his lips, "I didn't like it when I saw him beating you in there," she confessed, "Somewhere it made me think maybe you turned to a mortal," her eyebrows furrowed together, "Why did you take the hit?"

Lucas looked down at her, bringing his hand to pull her close. Running his hand across her face, "Because I wanted to beat him up, though I would have to say, I wasn't satisfied with the amount that was handed down to him," he chuckled softly, "The Grims have rules along with the reapers. We cannot instigate anything. Killing the mortals is not allowed until you let them take action towards us."

"You mean they need to be provoked to do something," said Belle and Lucas nodded his head. 

"That's right. There are some ground rules, and even though I am a fallen Grim, some rules will let the people in the land of the dead know where and what I did. It would be equal to asking to be caught," explained Lucas to her, "I was only laying a trap for him, and people like him are easy to trap," he wished he could kill the people there, but they had seen him. Killing them would only end up with more trouble, maybe some other time, thought Lucas to himself. 

Looking at her worried expression, Lucas leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. Slipping his tongue into her mouth. To think that she had returned to him, in his arms right now, Lucas couldn't help but want to kiss her more these days. Finding every possible opportunity, but he didn't need the chance as Belle had given her heart to him and she had his for years. 

He sucked her lips, biting it harder than before as he pushed her to the other side of the wall where the councilman wouldn't be able to see even if he woke up. 

Belle had never been kissed like this by Lucas. His kisses were usually gentle and sweet, that made her toes curl, but this was different. Not the bad kind but every time he bit and sucked her lips it felt like a hurricane in her stomach. She felt Lucas' fingers trail from her shoulders to move to her arms, making its way towards her fingers to intermingle them.

There were times Belle wished Lucas would go further, as she craved for his touch. Every touch made her feel alive. The man she had been chasing had not only turned to her, but he loved her back with double or more intensity she had imagined it to be. 

Belle followed his trail, her head moving forward when he pulled, and she could feel her face flushed. Lucas let go one of her hands and placed his hand on the side of her face. His thumb rubbing gently over her cheek as he stared at her, "I love you, Belle more than my self," he whispered to her. 

"I love you too," Belle said the words to see a faint smile appear on his lips, He continued to rub her cheek, looking at her as if she was the most precious thing in his whole world for which he would give up anything. 

Lucas loved her, and he wouldn't let her go like last time. This time he would kill anyone who would dare to hurt her. He didn't know what Crane was doing here, but if he had taken his time to step into the land of the living, it meant trouble. By the look that Edith had on her face, he could tell it was a surprise visit, and visits like those were never good. 

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