No one here- Part 1

The coachmen walked down from the edge of the cliff where their master, the slave girl and the late butler who was now dead laid on the ground. Their master didn't often bother with the servants, killed by others or himself it never mattered to him after all he was a pureblooded vampire. A kind that shared no empathy or sympathy. The dead were often brought here to be thrown into the lake of bones which not only formed a cemetery but also a way to avoid any blame being put. If anyone killed someone, it was easy to put them here to hush the matter. 

Unlike the humans who were scared to be caught and punished over a murder while also having their own assumption of the lake of bones, they were more well behaved in comparison to the higher people who knew how to escape. It was only problematic when the person who was killed belong to the higher society. The lives of the lower society who were poor and had no status never mattered much.