Belle Adams' Butler

Lucas answered, "He's a passing guest."

"Is he a soul?" Belle asked intrigued.

"Yes," the butler replied back to her and she gave him a nod, "He was a wandering soul and I thought it would be best to have him around."

"Why?" her beautiful red eyes looked at him questioningly. She didn't know how to feel that her beloved toy was possessed by someone. 

"He was lost.I decided to show him a way that probably he can stay here for some time before his soul is taken back. It is never good for a soul to be wandering as they get eaten by hellhounds who feed on wandering souls," Lucas explained and Belle furrowed her eyebrows at this. 

"I thought death reapers come to fetch the souls once a person dies."

"Most of the time that is what happens but at times a reaper reaches the destination late and by that time, the soul leaves the initial death site," he said and by her expression, he could tell she was agreeing to it. 

She then appeared hesitant and asked, "Since when has he been residing in Mr. Fluffs?" 

"For some time now," Belle then turned her head to look forward and closed her eyes. So that was the reason why he had turned the rabbit to look at the wall, "Don't worry, Miss Belle. I will make sure his soul reaches the other side of the gate..by taking the witches to help."

"That's good," Belle nodded her head, "He sounds very funny."

Lucas wondered what would happen if Belle ever came to find out who Barron was. Lucas was on a much safer side because he had covered his tracks, it was what he had been doing for years, therefore, people would only find to be a saint who wasn't involved in anything but the same couldn't be told for Barron. 

Being the Fourth card of the Grims who brought plague and diseases, Belle would not take it kindly if she found out it was Barron who was responsible for the maid's death. Belle was unlike any other vampiress of humans who only considered their own status. She had grown up with love, sharing kindness with people around her. 

He would have to make sure Barron gave out the same story else like promised he would reap the reaper without a second thought. 

Belle then quickly said, "Don't tell him anything. That I know," she said and he gave her a nod. This was good. This way the both of them would not come to speak, "I always keep wondering how you know so many things. You must be very close to the white witch, isn't it?" there was a hint of jealousy as she uttered the words, her eyes looking forward without going to meet Lucas' eyes. 

Lucas was old, older than many who walked on these lands and he had spent a good amount of time amidst the people of the living that he wasn't completely immune when it came to feeling the emotions. 

"Are you speaking about Isabell?" he asked her. 

"She is a beautiful woman," Belle said to him. The woman did look beautiful and somewhat enchanting. From what she had heard, the white witches were born beautiful while the black witches took the forms of being beautiful. This white witch in particular was not only beautiful but she looked as if she knew a lot of things, making her more mature. Maybe she was the kind of woman who Lucas preferred. 

"Yes, she is a beautiful woman," he agreed with her and saw how Belle's face turned dull hearing this. 

"You both seem like good friends," Belle tested the waters and Lucas could see what she was trying to do. 

"Friends is a far fetched term, milady. I would say we are acquaintances. We share information that we find," which was the truth. 

"That is all?" Belle pulled back her lower lip to wet it before she let go. 

Lucas smiled, "There's nothing more to it. We are just two people who know each other," well that was good, thought Belle to herself. At least she didn't have to worry about having a good competition. 

The next second a thunderstruck that created a shadow because of the tree next to the window and it had Belle miss her footstep and almost fell with her ankle twisting to be caught by Lucas. He was really strong to be holding her by just one hand around her small waist. Belle was started to feel breathless again as she looked into his black eyes that looked like an abyss. 

The shadow that fell on his face turned his already sharp features sharper. She had the urge to run her hand across his jaw and he had then helped her stand back on her feet. 

"Lucas," she called his name and he looked at her. As he pulled away, she said, "I will be going to visit a friend's house."

"That sounds like a good plan. Meeting with others will change your mood. There are some invitations-"

"I was thinking about going to Simon's house."

Lucas' eyes narrowed, "Mr. Gilbert?"

Belle nodded her head and started to walk to have Lucas quick on her tail, "It would be better if you don't meet him, Miss Belle. Do you know the kind of rumors that came out the last time you spent time with him?"

"Those were false rumors, Lucas and they link him with every woman-"

"There's a reason for it. The man has put his tongue in every woman's mouth."

Simon was her friend and as Lucas said, the man had a reputation of bedding every woman or girl he met but he was nice to her. For some odd reason, Lucas never liked Simon and she used this to push his buttons, "You worry for nothing. He won't harm me and I am a big girl."

"I refuse you from going to visit him. He is a bad influence," his words were firm but Belle was stubborn herself. 

"You said it is good to go out," she yawned and then said, "See you tomorrow. Goodnight," turning around she walked back in the way she had come from and went to bed.