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~
Darkness- Part 2
More blood came out of Belle's mouth, even a handkerchief didn't suffice as the cough wrecked her chest. It was a searing pain which almost tore her apart, far worse than anything she had ever felt in her life. Corruption of the heart was not easy for vampires. When the smoke had got out from Portia's body into her body, she hadn't realized it, not even when the pain had started.
She knew what the smoke was. Belle had seen the same smoke that had tried to enter the little boy's body. Lord Nicholas' body, yet her mind had been slow because she had believed the words of the first cards of the Grims.
"What's going on?" asked Greed who had returned after knocking the other death reapers down.
Barron turned his head around to say, "Belle's heart is corrupting." Belle's face was turning where veins started to pop up on her face, like little roots of a tree that started from the bridge of her nose.