Belle Adams' Butler 38 Taking Away Life

The pureblooded vampiress could barely keep her eyes open as they opened and closed every few seconds. The next time she received her consciousness back she heard a soft humming sound coming from around; both her hands, as well as legs, were tied in rope.

She screamed for help but there was no one to help her.

"Why are you doing this?" Olivia asked, she struggled to get out of the rope that was tied around her hands and her legs but they were tighter, "Is this the Adams doing?" she asked him, her eyes turning darker in color as anger took over her, "I didn't do anything! Tell me how much they pay you. I will pay you five times more than they do-"

"As much as research you did, to bring the Adams family to be cornered it is sad that you didn't research about me. I don't care about the money," said Lucas coming towards her with the shovel in his hand. He used it to support one side of his body with it, "Holding relations.h.i.+p with a married man, belittling every single person with not a single remorse and if I am not wrong, didn't you kill maid Mr. Parkers because she was about to tell what you were doing to Mrs. Parker? Humiliating, my mistress is not something I take kindly. You have been a very bad woman."

Lady Olivia huffed loudly, "Are you for real?"

"I would like to think so," Lucas answered her in such a straight face that had her grit her teeth at him.

"I am your mistress now. I demand you free me this very instance! You will be very sorry-"

"Then we have only one way to do this," walking around to stand behind her, he pushed her into the hollow pit he had buried for her.

"What is wrong with you?!" she screamed at him but Lucas had started to hum again, a cheerful soft tone under his breath, "You think you can kill me? A pureblooded vampire and even if you do you think you will be left alone? My father wil-" Lucas started to push the mud on the lower part of her body.

"Any last words, milady?" Lucas asked, bringing the shovel just above her neck.

By now, Olivia was scared. She was scared for her life as no threats had worked on this man. She didn't know what was so wrong that this man was going to bury her here. She had been so patient and good to him.

"Lucas, I was nice to you. How can you do this to me?

"People are nice for their own selfish reasons. I am selfish for my own reasons," he smiled looking down at her.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Lucas asked still patient.

Lady Olivia who was helpless had hoped he would have shown an ounce of mercy but the man appeared to have none of it. With tears filled eyes she said, "Rot in h.e.l.l!"

"I shall meet you there then," he said before dipping the shovel that was sharp right at where it had been hanging before pus.h.i.+ng all the mud into the pit.

He continued to hum music which was very old lore that he didn't know exactly where he had picked it from. The only thing about it that he remembered was its lines and the way it sounded that made him hum.

Lucas added a plant on top of the grave which had been created before making sure it wouldn't be affected by the rain of the Bonelake. He didn't stay long knowing well a reaper who was around would come to pick her soul up. On his way back as he left the place with the shovel in his hand, a grin appeared on his lips. The teeth peeking out which were different compared to the vampires as they were better than the night creatures.

Death was beautiful, thought Lucas, to himself. He had felt it, seen it, and had given it but for a reason. Though he couldn't remember why exactly, there had been an unsettling feeling since this noon.

His poor rabbit had been humiliated, and this was the least he could do. After all, he never had the intention to leave Adams' mansion.

Even though most reapers were witness to many crimes that took place, they did nothing about it but took the soul away with them.

By the time Lucas reached the mansion, he first made his visit to the shed to clean the shovel which she had taken until it was clean with no traces of blood on it. Keeping it where it was picked from, he turned to get back inside the mansion when a maid quickly made her way towards him.

"Sir," the maid called him urgently in a whisper, "Marie's condition has worsened."

Lucas followed the maid. Reaching the servant's quarters he caught Belle who was still seated next to the maid with one hand of the maid that was held by the young vampiress in worry.

He didn't have to pull his watch to see when the maid was going to die because her time was near. Too near which was bound to happen as the fourth card of the Grim had infected her soul which was withering away like the petals of a flower which was losing its life.

Stepping close, Lucas bent down to place his hand as if to check her temperature. The maid's eyes had turned pale with no light in there and when she died, Belle felt the maid's hand turned even colder than before. Her heart broke at the sight of the dead maid. The maid's heart had gone still with her lips slightly parted as she stared up at the ceiling.

Turning around to look at Lucas, her eyes appeared sad and it made him question why Belle was attached to the maid. Unlike the woman he had buried moments ago, here was the rabbit sad over a person who was not of her own kind or kin.

Belle let go of the maid's hand by placing it on the bed and she got up from the seat she had been seated. Some of the servants who had been awake who had not gone to sleep looked at the maid who they knew for a few years who now lay dead in the bed.

Standing close to Lucas, Belle caught hold of Lucas' coat that he wore as her eyes started to fill in with tears that didn't shed out, "Let's go to your room, Miss Belle," he suggested it to her, "Brandon," he called the servant who nodded on what to be done.

The young vampiress gave a look again at the maid whose eyes were closed by another maid as if she were sleeping now. Seeing the unwillingness to move, Lucas held her hand and gently tugged her out of the room and took her up the stairs where she continued to remain silent.

"Will you be alright?" he asked her and she nodded her head but speak a word, "Let me tuck you to sleep," he offered and the girl got into her bed with the blanket to be pulled up to her chest.

"Why do I see those black vapor, Lucas?" came Belle's voice that made the butler stand next to her bed, "Nothing ever good comes from it..."

Though the white witch had told him what was going out in the world, Lucas decided to withhold the truth for a little longer from the girl.

It was because of Mrs. Adams who was already showing signs that she was going to die soon. If Belle knew what those black vapors meant, she wouldn't sit still and would try to stop what was going to happen by taking possible available help which would only alert the witches.