Belle Adams' Butler

When Belle had thrown the shoe at Muriel, she hadn't expected for it to hit right at the centre of the girl's face. Who would have known that after trying to fight the creatures of the dead, she would have learned to aim right. A small chuckle escaped her lips which didn't sit well with Muriel as well as Hana. Muriel glared at Belle like she couldn't wait to rip Belle apart. 

Edith was not in the room as she was yet to step in and Muriel stepped forward, throwing the shoe at Belle which came to pass next to Belle's head. She caught the shoe in time and placed it back inside the bag as if Muriel had not thrown the shoe in anger. 

"How dare you throw the shoes at me?!" raged Muriel. Hana, who was standing behind, crossed her hands, waiting for Muriel to burst.

Belle gave the girl an oblivious look, "I thought it was what you were aiming for by bad-mouthing about my parents," answered Belle. 

Muriel's eyes narrowed, "Do you think just because you brought your cool butler and got one of the lady's partners hit you are now a person higher than the rest of us? For a person who lives with only her butler doing, God knows what," she stepped forward, "What is wrong with what I said? Your parents are dead."

"You are right. My bad," said Belle, placing her hand on the girl's arm understandingly, "I wish we could go for more than a kiss, but I don't know why, he's holding himself back like I am some precious girl. What do you suppose I do?" on hearing Belle's words, the girl had a look of disbelief on her face. 

Out of the three girls- Hana, Muriel and Grace, Muriel was the cunning one. She glared at Belle, speaking to her, seethingly, "You should be careful about what you speak outside. This isn't your house."

Belle's smile fell back, and she replied, "I can tell you the same. You don't know one night you are sleeping, and the next moment you have woken up from sleep to end up somewhere, you don't want to."

Both the girls were staring at each other when two men entered the room with commotion that took away the attention from the girls to turn and look at the people who were at the door. One was a tall man who was still standing outside and then there was another man, who was short. It wasn't their odd stature that Belle found to be odd, but it was the black like smoke that moving behind them like their back was on fire. 

She wondered if the two of them were going to die soon because of the amount of smoke that was present behind them. Every person she had seen with smoke had died either in a few hours or in a few days. But they didn't appear normal, not by the way they looked at the girls in the room as if they were beneath them. And she had seen the similar look in the eyes of Greed and Baltimore. 

"Where is she?" asked the short man, his eyes going to look at each and every single girl. 

"She should be here," answered the tall man, and because of the small door or because of his height, it made it difficult to see his face. 

"I don't see her here," said the short man. 

"Maybe you're not able to see her," when the comment passed through the tall man's mouth, the shorter man snapped his head to glare at the man. 

Belle, who had her doubts left Muriel's side to walk towards them and bowed her head, "Is there someone you are looking for?" she asked the short man who was three inches shorter than Belle herself. 

"Do you know where Edith is?" asked the short man. 

"Miss Edith, our dance teacher?" Belle tried to affirm. 

From behind the short man, she heard the tall man whispering, "I told you she is working as a dance teache-" and before the words could be completed, the short man placed his hand on the man to have him stop talking.

"Yes. Where can we find her?" 

Belle bowed her head, "Let me lead you to her," and as she led them away from the dance room, she noticed how the receptionist who usually sat here to greet people was not there. Where did she go?

Walking to the room, where Edith had last time had been, she knocked on the door, "Miss Edith, there are two guests who have come here, looking for you."

"Let them in," replied Edith from the other side of the room. 

Opening and pushing the door, Belle waited for the men who didn't thank her but stepped inside the room. At the same time, she saw how Edith glanced at Belle for a bare moment. The tall man bent down, making his way inside the room, and Belle took the opportunity to trace her fingers on the wall to see flashes of the land of the dead. 

As the door almost closed, she heard Edith greet the two men, "Welcome Edgar and Moore. How can I help you?" 

Belle quickly retracted her hand back like she touched something forbidden. Taking a couple of steps behind, she wondered what to do. Missing from the class would appear to be suspicious. Therefore Belle stayed there, waiting until Edith returned to the class, she then took her leave from there to go back to the mansion. 

Knocking on the door, Barron was the one who opened the door, "Why are you opening the door?" asked Belle because Barron was not in his mortal form but his bunny form. 

"I was standing near the door, and I opened it," he answered, his mouth moving as he had an apple in his hand, "Weren't you supposed to be in dance class?" 

"I was. But there are two new Grims in the town," she answered, getting inside the mansion and locking the door. Hearing this, the apple from Barron's hand fell on the ground. 

Belle had taken one step forward when Lucas appeared right in front of her, "Are you sure?" 

"Who? Who is it?" asked Barron, his ears standing up in attention. 

"Edith called them Edgar and Moore," replied Belle to see Lucas, who didn't change his expression. 

"Shortie and giant are here?" Barron asked taken aback, and when Belle gave Lucas a questionable look he replied,

"They are the Grims who are stationed at the gates. The ninth and the eleventh Grims. That explains why Portia was able to make her way through easily to this world," said Lucas, "Collectively called the gatekeepers of the land of the dead."

Greed who appeared out of the kitchen, looked as if he had turned into a ghost because it appeared that flour had fallen on his head, "What are the gatekeepers doing here?" asked the blue-eyed Grim, "They are not supposed to leave the gates."

"They probably got bored and decided to walk in here. So are we inviting them to this mansion party?" asked Barron, like it was not a big deal. 

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