Belle Adams' Butler 253 Bloodbath- Part 4

Lucas, who had left the cemetery as well as Barron behind now stood at the vast estate of the Stlinkson's family. His eyes looked at the mansion that looked quite as it was the time of midnight but when he tried to listen in carefully, and smell the air around it, he smelt death. With his scythe disappearing when he placed it on his shoulder, he walked towards the mansion and made his way inside.

Upon entering the hallways, he found bodies that laid on the ground, dead. It wasn't just one or two bodies but looked like a sea of possible servants who had been killed. He bent down, looking at the bodies to notice that they had died a few hours ago. Possibly at the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Adams had arrived at the Adams mansion.

This would also mean that it was the same time the hellhounds and other Grims had appeared in the land of the living.

Getting up, he made his way until he found something or someone who was sitting on the floor feasting on someone. Hearing his footsteps, the person turned around, and Lucas saw who had returned.

"Lucas!" Olivia dropped the body that she had been holding, standing up with her bloodied hands and mouth.

"I didn't know you were visiting your home. Thought you would be visiting me first," he said, his eyes looking at her as a smile appeared on her lips. A smile she often had when she was still alive.

"You missed me?" she asked him, blood dripping down her mouth as she had been feasting on the bodies.

"I miss you being under the ground. What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold but the woman enjoyed and loved it. It is what had attracted her about him in the first place. She couldn't tell how happy she was to see him.

"Don't be so heartless, Lucas. I have heard quite some things about it. Right now. Who would have thought that you are part of the dead family," she chuckled.

His eyes moved across the floor, noticing the walls that were covered in streaks of blood, "You killed a lot of them. Didn't like any of them? Even your parents…"

"I was furious when I came here. I wanted to put my best behaviour in front of you," Lucas wondered if this pureblooded vampiress was a closet masochist who had not come to her senses when he had tied and dragged her into the forest—beheading her head.

"I can see you are at your best," he commented, and Olivia smiled, "How is your head doing?" he asked her.

Olivia raised her hands to touch both sides of her face and pulled her head to be detached from her body, "What do you think?"

"Looks great on you," Lucas complimented her.

She put her head back, moving it left and right as if to make sure it sat down without falling, "I was going to make you my house butler. We could have had a better life together. But now you're serving a dead house that is soon going to go up in flames," Lucas narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why do you say that?" asked Lucas, indulging her with the conversation.

Olivia moved her hand up near her mouth, using her fingers to swipe the blood that was on the lower half of her face to put her finger in her mouth. Licking every drop of it, "Don't tell me you don't know," she said, walking towards the other bodies, she said, "You have a guest in the mansion, don't you?" she gave him a wild smile.

Belle. Thought Lucas to himself and when he tried apparate, he couldn't. He frowned at this.

"You cannot leave this house without my permission. Come here, Lucas," said Olivia, moving her fingers in a come hither motion, "I have missed your face terribly. Don't worry. I am not mad at you."

Olivia didn't care that Lucas had killed her.

Since the time she had seen Lucas in the Adams' mansion, like a stubborn child, she wanted him, and it didn't matter how she would have him. She wanted him for herself, and there was nothing more to discuss it. To think that he was a creature just like how she had turned out to be now, it brought her immense joy.

Lucas was one of the most handsome men she had ever met in her life. No other man could fill his spot. Not a human, not a pureblooded vampire, nor any other creature but only him. She had noticed the glimpses of that brooding face of his—the glare in his eyes and the polite words which were always pleasing to her ears.

"What are you thinking?" asked Olivia.

"Wondering why I didn't cut you into pieces and bury you in the forest. Would have avoided the current situation," answered Lucas, his eyes barely containing any humour in them.

Olivia chuckled at his words, "Let the bygones be gone. We can start fresh, but I cannot help but think how mean it was that you waited until the papers of the mansion were transferred to Belle's name. I always wished how you were my butler and not hers. I am right, aren't I? You both have been doing it."

Lucas didn't care to clear her doubts.

What was between Belle and him was not anyone's business, and he preferred to keep it that way. Though he would do everything to protect Belle, he didn't know who would be the next Grim reaper who would be going to attack her as Lucas' punishment. The fewer people knew about them, the better it was.

While Lucas was dealing with Olivia and Belle was in the Adams' mansion trying to keep her friend, George at bay. Barron pushed the headstone with both his hands and head as the cotton kept sinking when putting pressure.