Belle Adams' Butler 236 Dance Lessons- Part 1

What was one to say when the love of their life said that they enjoyed killing people and hearing people scream? Belle had always grown up with the idea that when a person was in love, they were supposed to accept each other's good and bad, and it didn't matter how bad it was, so she continued to stare at Lucas who looked back at her. 

"I don't know what to say," said Belle being frank with him. Lucas would still know without the need of her having to tell him anything. 

"That's alright," responded Lucas. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek, "Don't ponder too much on it," and she gave him a nod. 

"I won't," she replied back to him. It must be the inherent nature of being a reaper because they dealt with death so it wasn't a big deal, thought Belle to herself.

Lucas noticed how Belle's thoughts wandered at his words even though she said she wouldn't and he didn't mind it. Being the person who wielded the touch of death, Belle would be able to wrap her head around it quickly. 

"Did you let them know about Greed and Baltimore?" asked Lucas.

"Yes," breathed Belle. They had opened the lid and there was no point closing half of it when the truth was out in the open, "I warned them about Baltimore and Greed. To not step into the floor no matter what. Not even to clean." 

The servants appeared back with ropes in their hands, "Aight, people! We have a man to tie and put him in the room," ordered Barron, "Quick!" 

"Ah how long are we going to keep him tied?" asked one of the maid. 

"Just until we know he can comply but that would be no more than two days," answered Lucas, "We don't want anyone leaking the information of what they know about this place." 

The servants and Barron took care of the councilman to place him in one of the guest room and not on the floor where the Grims were residing. Belle and Lucas took care of the dust that had fallen on the snow as well as inside the house that belonged to the creatures who had eaten her parent's souls. The dust was pushed into a box and so was the two maids before they were buried in the backyard of the mansion. 

Lucas threw away the shovel to the side, "Did the ghoul come to meet you?"

"No. I don't think it ever appears in front of people. Its existence is as good as the dead," replied Belle. She doubted there was anyone apart from them and some people who were close to Lord Nicholas, who was aware of the ghouls. 

With the mess the spirits had left for Belle and Lucas after entering the mansion, they had to pause the testing of the ghoul's world. If word went out, the world of the dead would be exposed and she doubted the other Grims and the Hawverts who had tried to keep a secret about their existence would sit back quietly to see all of this playthrough. 

"Are we not going to stop the black witches?" asked Belle, putting her own shovel down on the ground, "As time pa.s.ses they will open the gates and more spirits will come down here."

"That is not something we should be worried about. The Hawverts are very privy about the land of the dead being revealed to the land of the living. They will take care about the gates for now," Lucas responded back to her, "But what we need to do is, see who else came out along with the creatures who wore your parent's appearance." 

"How are we going to do that?" she asked him. 

"There's only one person who can give us the probability of figures."

"Edith," Belle murmured the first card of the Grims name who was an oracle teller. 

Lucas looked around the trees and he brought his hand to whistle, that brought out the raven who had been hiding in one of the trees to fly towards him, "Watch over the mansion."

"Yes, master!" the bird cried which Belle didn't understand. 

"Ready," Lucas said looking at her and he placed his hand on Belle's shoulder. 

Belle and Lucas zapped in front of the average sized building, the board reading 'Edith's dance lessons'. 

"Is she allowed to help us?" asked Belle. Lucas pushed the door for her to enter the building and he followed her. 

"Not with the Hawverts knowledge. She is the card that falls under the neutral category. She is the medium for both sides," Belle could hear the voices of the people coming from the other rooms. It seemed like they had arrived at the time when the Grim reaper was busy.

"She doesn't seem like one," confessed Belle, keeping her voice as low as she could. 

"Because she appears to look more human?" asked Lucas.

"I guess." 

Just as they took a turn where Edith had once asked them to sit, they didn't go too far away from the entrance doors as they were stopped by a shrill voice of a girl. 

"Belle Adams, what a surprise to see you."

Belle's footsteps stopped and she gingerly turned her head to meet Hana's eyes. The pureblooded vampiress eyes s.h.i.+fted to look at the butler, noticing the man was indeed handsome, who had a cold appearance. 

"You must be the infamous butler of the Adams'. Pity that you have to work for a poor family. Don't you get tired?" asked Hana. 

"What are you doing out of cla.s.s?" asked Belle, "Miss Edith kicked you?"

"In your dreams," Hana rolled her eyes. Belle wondered if it was possible to take someone along with her in her dreams...to the land of the dead, "What are you doing here? Bringing him as your dance partner?" asked Hana with her curious eyes. 

Belle was going to refute when Lucas stepped in with a smile and replied, "You are right, Miss Wilson." 

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