Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 127 – Dead Beings- Part 3

The bird only cackled more at the rabbit’s action, shaking the branch of the tree it was sitting in, “What a funny reaper you are. Master must be having a lot of fun with you as entertainment,” said the bird.

“I am Barron, the Fourth card of the Grims! I will burn you and your master one day for putting me this situation. What are you doing here instead of accompanying Lucas in his shopping?” asked Barron rolling his eyes and shaking his hand as a leaf was stuck to his hand. Using another hand to push it away didn’t work as it got stuck in another hand. He continued to shake his hand.

“Watching the mansion,” answered the bird, “Aren’t you supposed to do it too?” 

Barron looked up from his hand to look at the black-feathered bird, “I am no one’s damn servant,” he puffed his small cotton chest forward. Once the leaf came off his hand, Barron went back to pulling out the apple from the tree and started to eat. Happy that this bunny mouth was working. Getting comfortable on the tree, he stretched his thin legs, putting it one after another and taking one bite after another and leaving the rest of it on the ground. 

“Say, how long has Lucas been working? How old is he?” asked Barron, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand which didn’t do much as there was the essence of the apple soaked into the cotton. 

He looked at the bird who was looking at the gardener gardening the bushes now. The land of the dead had different creatures. Crows and ravens often happened to be the companions of the Grims, they were possibly the only company one could rely on. But the only worst side of these extended creatures was that they didn’t listen to anyone but the masters they served. 

“Older than you,” answered the bird. Shuffling its feather before settling back to its sitting position with only its neck moving along with its eyes, “Do you know about his life before he turned to a Grim? Was he part of this realm?” asked the nosy reaper as he was bored. 

“Aren’t all the Grims?” asked the bird. 

“Not all Grims have a past. Some are born without a past which is why it makes it suspicious,” said Barron before getting down from the tree. 

Some Grims were people who once belonged to this realm who had later turned to reapers but it often happened that the memories which they once carried were wiped out clean, leaving everything they once had. 

Walking back inside, Barron looked for the last maid who he had decided was the suspect! With him catching hold of the culprit, he could finally free himself from this rabbit. Before the massacre that had taken place in this mansion, this place was a little livelier but with almost twenty servants dead, it was something one had to expect to happen. 

Barron sneaked up behind the maid who was cleaning the window and there was a bucket of water next to her. She must have pushed it intentionally or unintentionally before blaming it on the unknown, thought the reaper and he continued to watch her.

He decided to go nearer and when he got close enough, he noticed how the bucket started to tilt, “What the fuck,” whispered Barron and suddenly the bucket of water fell down to splash water on the floor. 

Hearing the crash next to her, the maid turned around to see water all around her and at the same time Barron stood right behind her with his two rabbit legs that had the maid scream.

“AHHHH!!!” She screamed in such intensity as if she had seen a dead body and before anything could happen, Barron decided it was time to do what he had been practising on. 

He fell on the ground like the cute helpless stuffed rabbit he was. 

But that didn’t stop the maid from looking at it fearfully because she wasn’t the one who had pushed the bucket of water and it was done by this rabbit! Hearing her scream in the mansion, the other servants came rushing to where she was to see what happened. 

“Are you alright?” 

“What happened?!” asked the servants of the mansion to see the maid who stood far away from the bucket that had fallen down and Miss Belle’s rabbit that was on the ground. 

The maid looked at the rabbit and then the water, “I-I was standing here and cleaning the window and the rabbit, the rabbit pushed the bucket down,” the other servants gave the girl a look as if asking her really because the rabbit was no moving rabbit but it was a stuffed toy, “I did nothing. I didn’t move an inch and the bucket just fell, just like that,” she said looking at the other maids and then the rabbit. 

Barron wanted to pull and tear his ears off his body right now. The timing was so bad that he had stepped out from the shadows to be caught by the maid and now she was suspicious about him. Anyone would be if they found a rabbit standing in front of them. 

Ugh! He was soon going to be washed and twisted by the thirteenth Grim. 

“Why don’t you take her back to her room, Peyton,” said Cassie who gave the maid a look who appeared to be tired, “Go have some sleep. We’ll get this cleaned.” 

“B-but the rabbit. It’s haunted!” and the maid couldn’t be any more true. 

“Come on, let’s take you to the room,” said another maid and they went away from the corridor. 

The rest who were there looked at the scene where the rabbit laid and the water was spilt. 

“What do you think happened here?” asked the maid with a frown as it wasn’t the first time bucket of water had been spilt in the mansion. 

“We should let Sir Lucas know about it. He will probably know what to do.”