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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~

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Movements- Part 3

They were walking down the other side of the stairs that led to the tailoring room which was never used by her family or the servants. The mansion that now belonged to the Adams', it was a huge one where many rooms went untouched and were rather locked after putting sheets on them to avoid the accumulation of dust. 

Though Belle grew up in this mansion, there were certain parts of the room she wasn't comfortable walking in or near it. It might be because of her memory where she once imagined seeing a ghost who had a skeleton looking face to follow the bones of the neck and disappear into the clothes. It was a distant, unclear memory that kept her curious self away from this side of the mansion.

Belle being part of a vampire felt the temperature turn only colder as she walks through this place and she asked, 

"What do evil spirits like shadows do?"