Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 191

Greed’s body slid down after his head smashed into the window, falling slack on the ground. Lucas who was holding his scythe upside-down slowly put it away and looked at the Grim reaper.

“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Barron who had shrieked as if his life depended on running away from Greed when the sixth Grim of cards had gone to catch him, “What the hell was that?! Why did you bring Greed here?”

Lucas sat down to check the reaper to make sure he was indeed unconscious, which his scythe must have done the trick of knocking the reaper out temporarily.

“I happened to meet him,” Lucas replied with a casual voice but Barron was freaking out as he paced back and forth between the wall and the other side that held the windows.

“Meet?” Barron stopped walking, “You lie! Liesss!” Barron hisses, “Belle told me that you were going to the council. If you meet a person, you greet and then you talk and then you slam the door so that you don’t have to speak more and have them follow you. You! You mister brought the reaper right into the house!”

“You need to calm down, bunny,” said Lucas and Barron laughed.

“I am calm. I am much calmer than you. My name is Barron the calm,” said Barron who had started to tap his foot against the floor. Lucas could tell how calm he was looking at the rabbit now.

Belle, who was one of the people who was able to hear Barron speak. Hearing Barron scream his lungs out, she had come running up the stairs worried that Baltimore had come out from the cell and had attacked the little rabbit. She caught sight of Barron, Lucas and a man who laid on the ground now,

“Why did you scream?” she asked Barron.

“Look at this man! Your damn butler brought him home like a lost puppy,” said Barron, craning his neck to look at Belle and the more he did the more his front of his neck started to stretch and he heard a slight tear that had his eyes turn wide. Quickly climbing up, he looked at the reflection of himself while moving his soft bunny hands to make sure this old rabbit was alright.

Seeing Barron who was busy, Belle looked at Lucas with a questionable look on her face, “Who is that man?” she asked him, not recognizing his face.

Until now Belle had come to realize and notice that the people Lucas mostly killed were for her sake, in the name of protecting her and her happiness. She was supposed to be scared about it but instead of worrying about the dead bodies that were decomposing for the use of plants in the Adams’ mansion, she found it flattering that Lucas had done it for her. He cared for her even before she found out about his true self.

He had protected her.

“He’s the Grim I was speaking about,” said Lucas to her, “Greed.”

This was Greed? The person in her memory was different, “Are you sure, he is the one?”

“He’s the one,” affirmed Lucas, “We need to pick a room to place.”

“Why not the cell room?” asked Belle.

Lucas turned Greed around, picking one of Greed’s hands, “We already have Baltimore in the room. It wouldn’t be a smart idea to place two reapers who have hate feelings and want to kill you. Which room, Belle?”

“Throw him out of the mansion! Why are you keeping him?!” Barron turned around to slip and fall down before he tried to gracefully dust himself and his bottom while trying to get his tail.

Both Belle and Lucas ignored Barron for now. Belle took the initiative to show the room and she led Lucas to the other end on the opposite side of the corridor. Opening the lock where she was the one to carry the master key of the house, she pushed the door to make way for Lucas to get in.

“He is going to flip out. F.L.I.P,” accentuated Barron as he spelt the word for them.

“We can’t keep Greed in the council anymore. He has been manipulating time and giving information that is helping the black witches in getting to their goal faster,” explained Lucas. He carried Greed to throw him on the bed, “Leaving him out there would only cause that much trouble. There has been more death of people in the council and there are plans of killing Lady Vivian,” this caught Belle’s attention, “Don’t worry she has time.”

Lucas then brought rope from another room to tie Greed with his hands and legs to the bedpost.

“Is that going to work?” asked Belle because this was no vampire or human. The person on the bed was a Grim reaper.

“You will need to make it work, Belle. Find the spellbook before he wakes up and make a spell to bind him through the markings of the ceiling,” Lucas was asking her to do a bind spell for a reaper to not leave the spot, similar to what was done to Baltimore right now.

“But Lucas,” she shook her head as she said, “I am no white witch. I don’t have a drop of the white witch in my blood. I am a vampire.”

Lucas after tying Greed on the bed, walked around to stand in front of Belle. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders and said,

“You were reincarnated, Belle. Reincarnation doesn’t mean that you’re just born, taking a new life while leaving everything behind. You take things along with you,” said Lucas looking into her eyes, “And even if it’s not the witch, you are my beloved. We share destiny and fate together. You can see and touch death because of who I am, because we share it now,” he then stepped forward to press his lips against her forehead, a kiss that was long before he let her go. And looking in her eye, he said, “You can do it. I believe in you.”