Belle Adams' Butler 218 Catch- Part 2

"That was Crane. He is one of the Hawverts," Lucas answered her question, "Are you sure he didn't see you?" he confirmed to have her nod. 

"I was worried that he was one of the Grims and I turned away before he could take a look at me," she said, looking down at her leg which was bandaged and covered right now. The hellhound had bit her quite hard that she could feel the pain shooting down to the tip of her toes. Hopefully, it would feel better, thought Belle to herself. 

"If she's alive here then it means Crane didn't see her," reasoned Barron who was still trying to get the blood out of his hands. Realizing, washing it was not helping, he decided to sit down and soak his hands in the water. 

"Just because he didn't see her doesn't mean he won't find out that there was a living soul that has passed and entered the land of the dead," said Lucas. There was no way Belle's soul could stop itself from going towards the land of the dead. 

"Why does it even go there? Half soul or full soul?" asked Barron, moving his hands left and right in the water. 

Belle turned to look at Lucas, knowing that he was aware of what was going on, "The reaper who came here, he dragged me to the land of the dead. I don't think it was a coincidence that she was there at the same time as I was. She said she wanted me to suffer the way she did."

"She's luring you there," murmured Lucas. 

"Wait, are we speaking about the other soul?" asked Barron, "Do you think Crane will sense her other half and question?"

This made Belle worried. If the other part of her soul would mention and speak about Belle, there were chances of her being tracked down sooner. 

"That won't happen. The other half has been corrupted and dead like the other things that walk in the land of the dead. Her scent is different compared to how Belle smells." The last time Lucas had taken his time in figuring it out because he had been searching for her and trying to get her back to the land of the living. 

"She will only cause trouble though. Belle," said Lucas, gaining her attention, "Only you can stop her." 

"I will need to kill her," muttered Belle, but how did a person kill an already dead person? "Why can't you do that? You are the one with the scythe," her red eyes looked at him.

"Even if I kill her there's no saying she will not return back. There are a few things which my scythe is limited to. She is your half. We don't know how much connection you both share because it is possible that while trying to kill her, her death might affect you," explained Lucas and Belle pursed her lips. 

This was no good at all, thought Belle to herself. 

"For now rest, we can discuss it later," said Lucas as she had lost a lot of blood and her body needed time to recuperate the damage so that it wouldn't corrupt heart. 

It took Belle two days to be able to walk properly as her leg had finally started to heal. During the time she was in the bed resting, Belle used it to read and study the magic, practising it alone and sometimes in the presence of Lucas or Barron. She had never seen any of the white witches make use of magic as they were prohibited from making use of it by the law set by the council members. And this included Lady Isabell as well as Father Connor, who were the two white witches she knew closely. 

And this magic that she made use of, was different. She could see signs and symbols similar to the markings that were used for various purpose. Using magic was slightly daunting to Belle as all these years she was nothing but a vampire with no reference to a witch she could relate to. 

"Did you know, you share your powers with Lucas?" asked Barron who was swinging his feet up and down while sitting at the edge of the bed. His ears moved once in a while which Belle took that he enjoyed doing it so. 

"I guessed it," answered Belle, "He was the one who killed the people during the binding of the magic. I also came to realize that when Guilt still existed, Lucas acquired everything he needed. Guilt was trying to protect me from the ambush that the black witches had planned." The events she had drawn out was Guilt dying, Lucas coming into existence and then sealing the doors along with the two white witches. 

"You are older than me, Belle," Barron said turning his head to look at her, "And here I thought I would be older to you."

Belle smiled, "You know...when I was young, I always wished that my parents would bring another sibling so that I would be less lonely in the mansion. My parents were busy with their work and entertaining the guests. My relatives, my cousins that is, they always left me alone and I don't know why."

"They suck. You are better off without them. People like that are not worth it," said Barron turning his body around by putting his feet on the bed, he said, "It is safe to say that you grew up fine without their shadow. They aren't any good even now, who only want the mansion for themselves." 

"I guess. I wasn't judged that much, or I didn't hear or see people judge me because of the distance my relatives and I shared," Belle sighed, "What about you Barron?" 

"Me? I used to consider the spirits as my siblings before one of them decided to take a bite on my arm. Send the spirit straight underground. I decided to live a life of solitude. Barron doesn't need anyone," said Barron placing his soft hands on his soft chest, "I enjoy my own company." 

Please go to to read the latest chapters for free

Chapter end