Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 178 – There Are Two- Part 3

Belle pulled away from Lucas’ arms, both of them turning to look at Barron who had fallen down with his bottom on the dusty ground. Unable to see what had scared him, Belle made her way to where Barron was to have a look of surprise appear on her face. 

“What the hell is that?!” Barron asked looking on the other side of the room that had another cell room with bars. A stuffed rabbit sat against the wall, one which was exactly similar to Mr. Fluffs body with the only difference being it was grey in colour, “Why is there two me!?”

When she started to walk, Barron jumped on her leg, trying to stop her from walking, “There cannot be two me!” what a dramatic bunny this one was. 

“We are not going to abandon you, Barron,” Belle assured him and he looked up at her before letting her leg go. This was really surprising that things that existed now with her, there were similar things in the past. She wondered what else was same. 

Lucas had a frown on his face as he asked, “Did you find this room today, Belle?” she had never spent much time here and the last time she was here in this floor, she had fallen unconscious to wake up after a whole day. 

Belle nodded her head, “I need to tell you something,” she turned around to meet his eyes and said, “Not here,” her eyes shifted to look at Baltimore who appeared to be unconscious but she didn’t know if he would come to wake up and listen in on their conversation, “Let’s go out.”

Lucas gave her a nod and Barron said, “Wait for me!” and he followed them out of the secret room. 

She didn’t stop walking but continued to walk in the corridor. Touching the door of the room which once belonged to her in the past. She stepped inside the fancy room where white bedsheets had been used to cover the surface of the objects. 

When Lucas had entered the room, following her, she said, “I saw death today. This mansion once belonged to a lady named Evelyn Knivetton. She was a white witch but I don’t think people around here were aware bout who she was,” it was a little hard to put in words and she pursed her lips, “You mentioned about the Grim reaper who fell in love and wanted to protect a person. Because a massacre was going to take place.” 

“The twelfth Grim!” Barron answered as if it were a quiz and he was the first one to answer, “Guilt. Wait he was involved with the lady of this house? I thought it was a human girl.”

Belle nodded her head, “One of the Grim reapers came and killed them. First the girl and then the reaper, I think he sent him to oblivion as he couldn’t cease the person. Lucas,” she said looking at the man, “Do you remember anything about it?”

“Lucas killed those two?” Barron snapped his head to look at the other Grim reaper in the room, “Not only are you heartless to this poor rabbit but you went and killed those two?” the rabbit shook his head. 

“I don’t think I ever met the twelfth Grim to kill him or his lover. I would have remembered if I visited this mansion in the past,” answered Lucas and Belle realized Lucas had no recollection of what happened. 

Belle who was here just a few hours ago walked towards the table. 

She placed her hand on the surface of the cloth that covered it, pulling it away so that she could see the frame that was placed here, she turned around to give it to him. 

“Lucas, you are part of Guilt. I don’t know how it works or how no one ever suspected but part of you was sent to the oblivion while the other part of you are here now. I was Evelyn, the mistress of the mansion who had fallen in love with the past you,” Belle explained Lucas giving the frame that had her picture as Evelyn. 

Barron looked back and forth between Belle and Lucas as if they were playing some kind of prank with him. 

“There is no way Lucas can be Guilt,” commented Barron while Lucas looked at the girl in there, “A grim cannot hold two positions. Impossible and absurd,” said the rabbit. 

“I couldn’t believe myself because someone should have noticed but I don’t think they have. Lucas,” Belle said placing her hand on his, “You were there along with me. I think you were aware of the consequences of what was going to happen to us and the trouble that was brewing. You gave me this book, saying something about the essence that you have saved.”

“How did the book look like?” asked Lucas and Barron gave a shocked expression as if Lucas was believing himself to be the twelfth Grim. 

“It was a bound book. Not sure if it was brown or black in colour now. It spoke about Garlic,” she replied to him and his eyes narrowed. 

“The book of Vervus,” Lucas muttered under his breath. He believed what Belle said but he didn’t remember anything about his past. 

“It exists? I thought it was a rumour,” said Barron completely interested in it. 

Lucas knew about it. He knew it existed and recently it was Isabell who had spoken about it on how the black witch had taken the book along with her, “What happened to the book?” he asked her, wanting to know where it had been to before Isabell had retrieved it. 

Belle looked at the floor before rolling away the carpet to open a hollow space. 

“The council members must have taken it from here,” he stated.

Not all the mortals were aware of it, there was barely a handful who heard about it, some calling it a myth which even included the creatures from the dead who believed it to be a baseless rumour as no one had ever seen it.