Belle Adams' Butler

Four days had passed since Lucas had moved his clothes as well as himself to Belle's room, sharing the room that had Belle's mood uplift to great heights and Lucas noticed that. With her change in mood, the pain that was inflicted on her hand and leg was healing quicker than before. A vampire often healed faster than a human. A soul was the most important part of the body, and with only half of her soul present previously, her body had turned weak almost like a human. 

But now, the remaining soul in her body was trying to fill up the vessel trying to be whole once again, which was an improvement. He wondered if it was because she had received the powers of being a witch again. 

"Why do you keep wasting the apples?!" asked Belle to Barron who had plucked out apples to only eat half before throwing them on the ground. They had been in the apple orchard for ten minutes now. 

"What? When did I do that?" asked Barron as if he wasn't the one plucking the scrumptious looking apple to eat since the time he had stepped into the Adams' mansion. 

Belle gave him a look as if he was trying to get out of the apparent fact as he was the only one who plucked apples. Being the owner of the mansion, she never plucked a single one, and every morning she was greeted with good apples fallen or more like thrown on the ground to be only half eaten. 

"You're telling me that it wasn't you who was hanging here five days ago on the tree and complaining about your hand being torn because of the branch?" Belle folded her hands across her chest, staring at Barron who was no more in his rabbit form but a young boy who somewhere did look like he was related to Belle. 

"All these false allegations on the poor me," said Barron placing his hand on his chest. 

"You no more look cute to give me that look. Why do you eat them half when you can't finish one completely?" questioned Belle, walking forward and looking at one side of the orchard that was had fruits missing on them. 

Barron eyed on the closest apple that his eye could catch, "You want to know?" he asked her. 

"Yes," Belle affirmed. 

"Are you sure?" Barron asked, turning his gaze from the apple to look at her.

"I am."

"Hundred percent sure that you wouldn't regret knowing about it?" the Fourth card of the Grims asked her.

Belle pursed her lips, and she frowned, "Why would I regret it?" 

"Like extra sure?" 

"Barron!" Belle scolded Barron for dragging his words, and Barron's eyes darted to look at Lucas who stood outside the mansion looking at them. Seeing Lucas not interrupt the conversation to stop Belle from knowing about it, Barron said,

"These apples are nutritious for us Grim reapers as they are fertilised with the dead," he saw Belle blink her eyes at first and then scrunch her nose.

She shook her head, "I have been eating dead people," she raised her hand to rub her temples. 

"The dead make great compost. Once they die, the vessel starts to leave its energy. Hey! Why are you making a face like that? They are some really good apples!" exclaimed Barron who looked upset that his apples were not being appreciated. 

"Says the person who has been wasting them," Belle rolled her eyes. 

"I am still tasting them. The road to finding the delicious apple!" said Barron before adding, "And if there's someone you need to look at, it is Lucas. He's the one fertilising this land like a farmer."

Lucas' eyes narrowed at Barron, who closed his mouth and turned around to look at the trees around them. Taking a step forward, Barron continued to hum as if he didn't point his finger at Lucas. 

Belle didn't know how to feel about it. The Adams' mansion without her or her parent's knowledge had turned to a graveyard. If the council or the servants planned to dig anything around the mansion, they would find bones and other things along with the mud. 

And while Belle was spending her time with Barron outside the mansion in the apple orchard, Greed stepped outside the mansion on seeing Lucas stand there unmovingly. When he came to stand next to Lucas' he noticed the girl and the Grim reaper on the other side of the mansion, talking to each other. 

"Why her?" 

Lucas didn't turn to look at Greed but his eyes moved to the corner before it went back to looking at Belle, "Why not her?" 

"She's weak. A mortal who couldn't even protect herself from the spirit that tried to kill her. I might not be the one to kill her, but history will try to repeat itself. You think the other reapers won't go after her?" stated Greed. 

"She has me, and she isn't weak," replied Lucas, looking at Belle who smiled at something Barron said who had climbed up the tree, "You have never fallen in love before, Greed. You won't understand what it feels like to have something so precious, not until you find one for your self." 

"I don't need a partner to complete me, Lucas," said Greed. The reaper looked at Lucas and then at the woman who was nothing but average to look at, "I am self-sufficient. Having a woman will do nothing but drag a person down in whatever plans they make" 

"Is that why you keep following me like a lost puppy?" Lucas turned his face now, giving Greed a look who pursed his lips before a smile appeared on his face. 

"I follow you because I admire you-"

"It can be annoying. Find something else to admire," said Lucas. Greed's admiration or obsession with him could go as far as to hurt Belle, which would be something he would need to look out for.

"You are the killing machine—the reaper who can end even a fellow reaper's life. Nobody can replace you," laughed Greed. 

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