Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 210

Belle held the boney hands of the ghoul in her own hands, her hold tightening as smoke appeared to engulf them but it was just her who was moving from this place to another in time of future. The smoke continued to fill her surroundings before she finally stood in the village where the ground was covered in snow. With just seven more weeks left, Belle had to figure out how to save the girl.

“Lady Vivian,” called a man behind Belle that had her turn around to see a woman who came to walk towards her.

“I was wondering where the key was, Mrs. Keith,” said the vampiress. Vivian and the woman walked into the house, and Belle followed them. They stepped into the house and Belle followed them inside, seeing Vivian go inside the room while the woman went to the kitchen.

Belle instead of following Vivian, followed the woman who went to the kitchen. She started to cook a meal that had Belle wonder where this village was as it didn’t look like Bonelake. She continued to watch the woman when she saw the women who was cooking turn around to see if the girl was around to pull out a paper. She unwrapped to reveal a green powder which was added into the food.

If she wasn’t wrong, the powder that used was the infamous spitgrass that was passed on by the black witches. A plant that was used to corrupt a vampires heart. Belle let go of the ghoul’s hands. Her mind deep in thought.

“Might you know who this Mrs. Keith is?” asked Belle to the ghoul, “The woman is trying to poison her with spitgrass and push the corruption faster. Do you know her?”

“I find,” answered the ghoul that had Belle nod her head.

“Okay. I will see you at my mansion once you find out who it is,” she said as it would be tedious to come here when the ghoul could come to visit her any time.

When Belle reached the Adams’ mansion, she was greeted with the maids who didn’t dare to look left or right and were glued to their spots of work. She wondered if it was because of Barron’s presence that had everyone working quietly. It wasn’t every day that people found ghosts residing in the house they lived. The only part was that, they thought it was one but in truth, it was four of them.

Four Grims under one room and there were eight more out in the world.

It made Belle wonder if they would be having more number of Grims in the mansion in the coming future. Especially with the way the reapers would come to search for Lucas and Barron and the other fallen Grims, she wondered what would happen.

Belle walked up the stairs and before she could reach her room, Lucas had caught up to her,

“How did it go?” he asked her.

“I didn’t go visit Carmichael’s mansion,” Belle confessed to see Lucas stare at her, “I went to the old cemetery which has been locked down for centuries. I met Lord Nicholas’ ghoul there.”

“You know graves are not a good place for you,” said Lucas, his black eyes staring at her and she gave him a nod.

“Edith said that we shouldn’t come in contact and let one another know about it. Right now I doubt Vivian knows about the existence of the other two stars. And with her ability, she would know, she would know about what is going to come to her,” she explained to him, “But I found out from the ghoul that it is the spitgrass but that is only going to accelerate the process. I have asked the ghoul to find out about the person.”

“Seems fair enough,” answered Lucas, leaning forward he placed a kiss on her forehead. Lucas noticed the sadness in her eyes and he doubted it was something to do with the first star, “Did something happen?” he asked, taking her hand in his and rubbing the back gently.

Belle gave him a small smile, “I miss them…I try not to think about them but I cannot help but think of what happened that night,” she looked at the floor next to him, “I know about the butterfly effect but I keep hoping on what if I could fix and change things. What if I could save my parents-”

“Then you would be the one to take their place instead of them. Somethings no matter how hard and how much you want to change it, it won’t help but make things worse,” Lucas took her inside the room and had her sit on the bed. Lucas sat down on his heels, looking up at her face that looked sad.

He hadn’t expected her to visit the town where the old cemetery was. It was a town where she often went with her parents because of the fair that took place for the people who belonged to the higher society and not lower class.

Belle was looking down at her hands. She had been as brave as she could but he knew deep down that she was hurting with the thought of not having anyone with her.

“I will get better,” said Belle and it had Lucas smile.

“I know,” he responded back to her, “I know you will get better. You always have,” even when she was pushed away by the people who came to her as friends or by her own cousins, the little girl he had met and who had now grown up, had grown strong, “You know, when I received the memories of when I was Guilt, I felt the pain, the grief and loss which was unknown to me. It must have come as a shock when I found you dead. I understand it’s hard but maybe you can do something.”

Belle looked up from her lap to look into his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“What if you will be able to meet your parents again?”

“I thought their souls have been corrupted and haven’t gone past the gates.”

“They haven’t but you can still fix it. There is no white witch in the land of the dead but you are the first one to be having your foot in both the realms. There is a possibility but not a promised one.”