Belle Adams' Butler

The lowly reaper died in front of his eyes. Though he had nothing against her personally, her action was going to damage his interests and it would be best to eliminate people like these. In the coming days, there would be many more and he realized he would have to put their focus elsewhere. With Barron who had appeared for his work here, there was no telling how many more would be flying here to get their position without letting others know about it. 

The Grims couldn't be replaced and they needed certain procedures to be completed if they were going to replace the ones who had gone rogues. The order had been sent with the bounty of their soul on the head that had to be brought back to the land of the dead whoever was interested in turning from a normal reaper to a Grim with powers and position. 

He collected the dust that had fallen on the floor, sweeping it when Belle walked down the stairs. 

Belle noticed how a few things were amiss down in the hall and Lucas was cleaning the dirt that wasn't there before, "Where did the reaper go?" she asked him, her eyes looking around and at the glasses to see if she caught any reflection of the death reaper. 

"She went away," he answered her as he finished sweeping the floor. 

She was worried that the death reaper had come following her and the rabbit from the cemetery because of the hooded cloak that was worn making both the one at the house and the one she had met in the cemetery appear to be same. 

"Do you think the reapers will come for me?" she asked Lucas in doubt. According to what he had said to her, her souls were split into two halves. Half of it was here with her and the other half was in the realm of the dead. 

"I don't think they should come specifically for you. You aren't dead but are a living person," Lucas cleared her doubt. 

"But I am half gone too," she reminded to have him nod.

"True, but as long as you are alive and your body continues to exist, there shouldn't be any reapers come for you unless they find out that you can see them. You are in the clear until then, Miss Belle," he assured her, "Where's the rabbit?" he asked with a curious glance as Barron had not come tumbling down the stairs to complain about a reaper going to attack him.

"I put him in the cupboard," Belle scratched her neck and then asked, "If the reaper came for Mr. Fluffs then wouldn't be right to hand him over to the death reaper?" because it didn't make sense to hide him when he had to pass through from this realm to another realm. 

"Reapers can be specific with the souls. The reaper who arrived here wasn't going to help him and would have instead left him in the middle of nowhere," Lucas explained to her to see her nod. 

And they heard a wolf howl in a distant, it's howling that felt like a beacon to the creatures that were unknown to the kind of the living. It wasn't once but it cried over and over that had both Belle and Lucas walk towards the side of the window where they were able to hear and they peeked out of the window, not able to see what was outside or far away in the forest. 

"What's going on?" she asked him slightly anxious as she heard the wolf howl again. 

"The arrival of death," What? Belle turned to look at him, "There's going to be a collective of death. Mass murder, a massacre by the black witches." 

Another mass murder? "Here in Bonelake?" Lucas gave her a nod. 

"Yes. The black witches are planning to harness again. We'll need to see how things go from there," Did that mean they were going to stand by and watch the death take place?

"Is it not possible to end things right here?"

"No, you're the wielder of death, Miss Belle. Involving yourself would be baiting into something you don't want to do right now." 

Belle wanted to know what Lucas said in the morning but she didn't know how to bring it up, deciding to leave it for now, she returned back to her room, she noticed the rabbit's movements that moved until she locked the room from inside. Unable to help herself, she went to her window and looked back outside to see if there was anything lurking out there. 

She remembered a hooded person who had walked past the mansion weeks ago when they had picked up the deranged vampire. Was that a death reaper too? She got back inside the bed, pulling the blanket to cover her body and went to sleep after some time. 

When morning arrived, Belle dressed for the dance lessons she was supposed to attend as a letter of reply was sent back that she would be resuming her class. Traveling through the carriage, she reached the building and stepped out to get inside. 

Belle placed her hand on the doorknob to push the door to open the room when she felt the darkness again. Pushing through, she stepped inside with her eyes looking at the people in the room who appeared to be fine. None of them had a black smoke or vapor exuding out of them which made her question if it was someone else who was not in the class. 

"Look who had the face to come here," spoke Muriel who was sitting on the concrete platform that was built to sit at the side of the room. 

"I thought legs were enough for one to show up," Belle responded back as she took her own seat to pull out the shoes and wear the ones that were recommended to be worn here. 

Muriel was about to open her mouth when her friend Hana placed her hand on her shoulder. She took the turn to speak, "Muriel, that is not how you speak to someone who lost her parents recently. I heard it was because they were indebted to a lot of people. It is why they say to never be indebted to anyone, how much money was it?" the pureblooded vampiress asked Belle, she took a couple of steps forward to come to stand next to Belle.