Belle Adams' Butler 177 There are two- Part 2

"No, not that," Belle said quickly so that he wouldn't have to place the troublesome reaper in a place where she wanted to continue to read and check and learn more things about her past. Lucas gave her a look and she quickly moved towards him, walking past him, she said, "I know a room here which might be helpful," and she led them towards the end of the hallways to stand in front of the wall. 

"Belle can open portals?" asked Barron, looking at the wall as there was no door or window. If there was a window, he would have made a joke about throwing Balti out of it. The best place for him. 

"Hold on," Belle said, her hand touching the walls, tracing the surface with her delicate fingers as she closed her eyes and found what she was looking for, "It's here," saying this, she counted the length of the wall before pushing her hand by placing the palm of her hand. The wall made a noise before dust came out of it. The wall then moved aside. 

"When did you find this?" Lucas asked her and she turned around to say, "Just today. There are cells inside this room. Made of strong rods," saying this, she led them inside the room, picking up a lantern which was covered in cobwebs and more dust. 

"I am not getting in there. I took a whole day to get the mud off my body," Barron said, folding his hands across his chest to see both Belle and Lucas get inside. After a minute passed, Barron quickly made his way inside the room to see what this secret room was about. 

Belle lit the lantern and raised her hand in front of her to see the room that was made of black stones. There were chairs, tables, objects present but none of them had been covered to stop the dust from falling on them, 

"This is a spooky mansion. Is this the place of treasure? No wonder your relatives want it but what is with this dust," Barron moved his hand in front of him while going behind Lucas and Belle so that he wouldn't meet cobwebs that would stick on his body right now, "What is this place?" he asked, turning his back at them to take a look at the room. 

"This was the first owner's personal space," said Belle, "Here's the cell," she said and Lucas threw Baltimore inside it for a temporary purpose and locked the cell. 

Lucas's eyes fell on the number of potions that were lined in the three sides of the shelf, "This is a witch's house. A white witch," he stated, his eyes shifted to look at Belle, "Do you know what you did today?"

Though he wanted to know more about the room, Lucas was barely pleased with the way she had left the mansion without anyone's knowledge or a note in the room. The girl was impulsive since she was little and it was a hard thing to control, "I thought you knew better to leave the mansion especially in the middle of the night when the reapers and other creatures will linger more. Its not even the night that it's raining so that your scent can be covered."

Barron decided not to be part of the scolding, thankful that it wasn't him until he heard Lucas say, "And you, rabbit!" Barron stopped right there before he could venture himself in the newfound room, "What part of play along was hard to understand."

"But I did! I was excellent."

"What are you a rabid dog to bite him?" Lucas' eyes narrowed at Barron. 

"He kept trying to touch me, I am not fond of Baltimore," Barron looked away, looking at the wall next to him. 

Lucas stepped forward to where Belle stood, holding a lantern in her hand, "Promise you won't do it again. I need your word that you won't break it. There might be days where I won't know where to find you. If it weren't for Father Connor I would have never known," he said, his black pitless looking eyes stared at her, "Give me your word," he demanded knowing she wouldn't break it.

Belle stared back at him, "I will need to learn to protect myself one day, Lucas. I will meet people and creatures but I promise not to leave like I did today," Lucas only stared back at her. 

She could tell that when a soul's essence was split and put in another place, the features were different but at the same time similar. Guilt was as serious as Lucas but even though he was in love with her previously, there was a certain streak of melancholy. She had felt the grief all over again, lived it. 

Taking a step forward, Belle tiptoed and wound her hands around Lucas' neck. She hugged him tighter, remembering the pain of not being able to live together where they had been torn away for years and to meet now. Lucas lived at the same time when his first self was alive or maybe it was in a frozen state who breathed into proper existence after Guilt had been ceased. 

She felt Lucas' arms hug her back, his hand moving down her head, patting her gently, "Don't make me worry about you," he whispered to her. 

"Sorry," she responded back to his words. A smile forming on her lips, happy that Lucas was showing emotions. She wondered if Lucas had been cold in the beginning because Guilt had turned him to be like that. Guilt Cross, that was his full name. 

Fate had brought them together again. A bond that couldn't be broken no matter what and it gave her assurance. A solace in her heart which reduced her worries. 

Barron who was walking around the room, probing, suddenly screamed, "AHH!" 

Chapter end