Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 230

The councilman had a look of horror on his face and his mouth was left wide open with what he just saw on the portrait and in the kitchen, “S-she…” Lucas could tell that the man was undergoing shock, but it was no time to be playing expressions as one spirit was in the kitchen with Belle and another creature was up in the room.

In the middle of it, the stuffed rabbit coming down the stairs added only more confusion, “LUCAS! LUCAS! He went missing!”

the councilman finally asked, “W-what’s going on in here?”

“Things you are not supposed to know,” answered Lucas and he added, “My apologies,” and the councilman gave out a perplexed look before his head was smacked hard to have him fall down unconscious.

“Woah, why did you do that?” asked Barron, who received a look from the butler, “What? What did I do?”

“Is Belle’s father missing?” asked Lucas brushing away the man who laid on the stairs to start walking up.

“He is not there!” Barron jumped to try to get attention, “I searched the other West wing thinking he might have gone to the Grim reapers but I can’t trace his scent. I don’t think he even stayed in the room for too long with the woman,” he informed Lucas.

Lucas’ lips pursed together and he made his way towards the servants quarters to hear another scream which was from one of the servants, “Go help Belle,” he ordered the rabbit who quickly ran instead of tailing the butler. Reaching the quarters, he noticed how the servants had huddled themselves on one side with fear on their face. On the other side, was the creature who had taken the form of Mr. Adams. He stood there holding a maid in one of his arms.

Maybe if Mr. Adams had only drunk blood from the maid, the servants would have been less shocked. But right now, the maid who was in his arm had turned dry like a leaf under the scorching sun. The spirit continued to drink the soul until the colour of the maid changed from pale to a grey colour.

Things were getting worse with every second that passed in the Adams’ mansion. The servants had seen something that couldn’t be unseen.

Belle had clearly asked them to get inside their rooms and not to open them. What were they doing out here? Lucas looked annoyed.

Mr. Adams dropped the body of the maid, who when touched the ground broke into nothing but dust. He then looked at the other people who were gathered. His face changed colour in glee as the smile on his face widened and moved up before he went to pull out another servant by her hand.

“NO!!” the maid cried and the others who wanted to help couldn’t as they were in shock at seeing someone who was dead, return back.

Things had gone out of control here, Lucas thought to himself and he moved towards Mr. Adams, “Leave the girl.”

Mr. Adams looked up at the butler, “What are you going to do?” laughed the man.

“You have already taken one person from here, let her go and take me instead,” Lucas offered, holding the maid’s hand and pulling her away from Mr. Adams.

“What a willful good butler you are. You need to be congratulated for it, but are you doing it for my daughter? Trying to get in my good grace?” asked Mr. Adams.

“You are not Mr. Adams,” Lucas stated, his eyes were dully looking at the creature who smiled at him.

“How do you know that? I know every single secret of this mansion and what had transpired in here,” claimed the man, “Do you think I will give you my daughter?” asked the creature.

Lucas tried to lure the creature outside the quarters because he didn’t want the servants quarters to be fixed because of the possible damage that could take place in the next few minutes.

“Don’t you know the dead are supposed to be dead and buried. What were you thinking by picking up the residues of the soul and taking their form? The lowest of the low creature who thrives on others, that’s who you are,” said Lucas, staring at the man’s eyes, “What makes you think I am looking for your shitty approval?”

When the butler asked this, the servants who were peeking to look at what was going on as they didn’t know what was going on, decided that the butler was possessed by someone as the butler never spoke in such a tone.

Mr. Adams stayed quiet for two seconds, “Looks like you know some things. I don’t care where you heard it. I will drink your soul and take your form as it looks much appealing.”

Lucas’ lips twitched, “Who is going to drink from whom,” he murmured, his eyes started to come to life.

“For a human you are cocky. Let me put you in your place and show you what it means to be taunting someone who is higher than your ability,” said Mr. Adams, he pulled out the staff and his mouth bared the fangs he had received from Mr. Adams.

The servants stood still, unmoving as they watched Mr. Adams, who was long gone and dead, run towards Lucas to attack him.

Before the staff of Mr. Adams could get anywhere near Lucas, in a blink of an eye, Lucas had stepped away to raise his leg and kick the man who went flying before falling on the ground. The butler placed both his hands in his pocket, waiting for Mr. Adams to stand up which the creature did, who looked as if it was in a rage.

“You aren’t a human but a vampire,” came the words from Mr. Adams mouth.

“I never claimed to be one. You picked the wrong soul to eat and the wrong house to stay in,” Lucas shook his head.

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