Belle Adams' Butler

"Who are you calling your rabbit!" Barron looked at Portia as if she had lost her mind which she did, considering that she was a corrupted soul. 

Portia chuckled, "You, my dear. Once, Belle loses, you can come to me. You are my beloved rabbit that was lost when I was a child." Barron shivered and shook his head.

"You can fall into the well right now. So that I can close the lid to have you never return," Barron quickly slid out of Belle's hand, walking behind her. 

"That's a good idea for Belle, I think she has lived in the living so long, she doesn't know what darkness feels like," there was jealousy as Portia said this. Belle had already spoken on how it wasn't her fault but she was not going to repeat herself because Portia didn't get it. In Portia's eyes, everything was her fault. 

Belle then noticed how Portia clapped her hands, "Let's spar this time. If you lose, you take my position." That was not possible, not even if Belle would trade herself right now would Portia be able to enter the land of the living, "Lucas, the house, friends and family. The rabbit. Everything will come to belong to me and you will have nothing." 

Belle stared at Portia and said, "Okay."

"Whut? Nooo!" exclaimed Barron. Because they didn't know what tricks Portia had under her sleeve right now. Belle was a baby chick who had only stepped out of the shell into the land of the dead, the dead were never kind! 

A wide smile formed on Portia's face because Belle had agreed so easily, "But on one condition," hearing this, the smile faltered on the dead soul's face. 

"What is it?" asked Portia. 

"If you lose, you will enter inside body and turn one with me," said Belle to both Barron and Portia's surprise. 

"Alright," Portia didn't care. All she wanted was to get back the life she had craved. It didn't matter if it was in Belle's body or out of it. Within a second, she pulled out black smoke like a weapon from thin air. 

Belle noticed how similar it was to the smoke she noticed with the people who were going to die. 

Barron didn't move and instead sat on the edge of the window to keep an eye on their fight. Both Portia and Belle didn't wait as they ran towards each other with their weapons. Belle had gotten accustomed enough to pull out the bolt like lightning just when she reached Portia, both their weapons clashing against each other as they tried to push, trying to take over one another. 

Portia raised her other hand to attack Belle and Belle who noticed it late, missed it by less than a second. The wall which was crushed by Portia cracked and some bricks fell on the ground. Was Portia always this strong? Asked Belle to herself, dodging herself before she went back to attack the evil sister. 

"When did you get the lighting from?" asked Portia, deflecting the attack that Belle used. Their hand movements were quick. Barron was enjoying watching it, not realising there was a creature nearby who was trying to trace his scent.

"It was a gift from my previous self," answered Belle, using her leg, she kicked Portia to the side, for the girl to fall down who stood back on her feet. The already ruined house turned into a mess.

Portia gave Belle a look as if she didn't understand what Belle meant, "What do you mean?" 

"It doesn't concern you," smiled Belle that only irked Portia who came at her with much greater force. When the black smoke touched Belle's hand, Belle could feel her skin burn in pain. 

"Come on Belle, you can do it!" Barron cheered from the back, using both his bunny hands to clap. Belle shook her head. She wondered if Portia was speaking about the ragged doll that had made its way to the land of the living. Portia quickly came behind her, moving to another position before elbowing and twisting Belle's hand, trying to push the smoke into Belle's body. 

The bolt of lightning appeared right behind Portia, piercing her right through her stomach. Portia staggered back and away from Belle. The bolt of lightning was nothing less to what the clouds created during their friction. 

Belle turned around, noticing how Portia looked like she was in shock, "W-what was that?" asked Portia, her hands touched her stomach to see the black smoke continue to appear before her knees gave out and she fell on the ground, "You cheated," she glared at Belle. 

"There were no rules, only prize," answered Belle. In Portia's mind, Belle was only an average vampiress. She had no clue about Belle's past or her relationship with Lucas' even though she had been born and torn away from the very same soul. 

Belle had made use of her magic, the forbidden magic along with the elemental ability. She walked forward to stand in front of Portia. Portia had black blood in her because of the creature she had turned to. 

"It is time to complete the deal, Portia," stated Belle. 

"How do you sleep peacefully in the night when you know what you put me through, you bitch," asked Portia with gritted teeth. 

Sleep was never peaceful to Belle. When she was young, she didn't know but as she grew up, she realised she was never alone. Belle had always been surrounded by darkness. She doubted Portia would ever get to know it. 

Belle got to stand on her knees similar to Portia, almost like a mirror reflection. Raising both her hands on Portia's face, she said, 

"I sleep on a soft bed and quilt which is very comfortable."

Portia's soul wouldn't be here forever and she would need to be quick. Moving closer, she hugged the girl who once used to be her, "I am sorry that you had to go through it alone. I wish I could be there for you." 

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