Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Lost things- Part 3
Belle let out a sigh of relief escape through her lips. Turning to Lucas, she saw him give her nod whilst he supported her in his arms. Getting up while coughing, Belle went to stand beside Preciosa who was floating in mid-air. She didn't know how to help Crane to get his memories back but at the same time she hoped that a little trip to the memory lane would help the Hawvert.
Crane followed her, standing on the other side of Preciosa's body, watching Belle who was losing her life rapidly.
Even Lucas who had been sitting had stood up, holding his scythe out while keeping an eye on Winston to make sure he wouldn't step out of the markings that Belle had placed. Belle placed her one hand on the girl's chest and her left hand was stretched out for Crane to hold. Belle had never tried something like this before, and it was only because of the book of Vervus that she had stumbled upon the spell.