Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 300 – Reflection- Part 1

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The same night when Belle and Lucas were spending their time together after coming from the town, it was the same night where in the other two lands- Wovile as well as Bonelake was now caught in flames because of the massacre that was being performed by the black witches for their own need and greed. Belle had tried not to remember it and then reached the inn, walking through the entrance to be greeted by the innkeeper who looked strict for a human and a little grumpy, “That’s a lot of things,” commented the innkeeper being nosey after seeing the number of bags that Lucas was carrying. 

“We had to shop for our kids,” answered Lucas and the innkeeper gave out a look at Lucas.

“You have children?” he looked surprised yet suspicious. 

“We do,” agreed Lucas, “Two of them. It would be rude not to bring them gifts,” Belle went along to nod her head. 

“Why haven’t you bought your wife an actual ring then even after so many years?” asked the innkeeper. It seemed like the ring that Lucas had made was the highlight. 

“I am a very stingy person. Don’t like to spend at all,” Belle was the one to reply, “He likes to spend, but I don’t.” The innkeeper gave them another look before going back into the door, which was behind the desk, “People are nosey here in Valeria.”

Lucas smiled at her words, and they headed up to the room. Unlocking the door, Lucas placed the things in the room. Belle went to sit down on the chair, stretching her feet after she removed her shoes. It had been a while since they spent so much time outside. 

“Give me a minute,” said Lucas, who disappeared and after a minute returned to stand in front of Belle. He held food in his hands and handed it down to her.

Belle took the food and started to eat, but a vampire couldn’t solely depend on what human ate as their body was built differently. She would need to drink blood every day, and it was good that Lucas had unlimited blood which she could consume on. At that thought, she said,

“Can all vampires feed on the dead? The reapers I mean,” asked Belle with a questioning look. So far in the land of the living, it was only the pureblooded vampires who had the ability to consume from both vampires as well as the humans when it came to blood. Vampires could feed only on humans. 

“They can’t,” he responded to her. He ate his food so that he could give her company. 

“No?”

“Vampires or pureblooded vampires cannot feed on us. We are the dead, eating us is something similar to instigating corruption in their heart,” Belle frowned, hearing this. Did that mean if she made use of his blood elsewhere, it would create corruption? “Corruption is more on the broad term here, but the vampires and pureblooded vampires cannot feed on us because it’s not considered to be feasible. You can drink from me because one, you are my partner. And two, because you belong to the land of the dead. Part of your soul does.”

Belle turned her spoon in the plate and asked, “What do you think my reflection eats?”

“The dead,” he answered.

That night when Belle went to sleep with Lucas sleeping next to her, she was wrapped in the sleep state, and she didn’t realise when and how it happened, but she was back in the land of the dead. 

Belle tried to embrace the cold feeling she was being subjected to, every time she stepped into this land. The sky was dark and somewhat greenish muddy to look at. There was snow on the ground, but it wasn’t snowing when she looked up at the sky. She was back in the streets that were deserted and empty. Quiet and lonely that made her wonder if this was how her heart felt deep down inside it. She then shook her head. No, it was not true. She was happy today, she had spent her day with Lucas walking around idly without having to worry about anything. 

“I was waiting for you to come,” came the voice behind her and Belle snapped her head around to see it was her reflection. Think and remember about the devil and the devil calls out to you, thought Belle to herself. 

“What for?” Belle asked to the person. It was strange how she had to look at her self that behaved differently to what she would have expected. The clothes they wore, the expression and even the voice were slightly different to each other, “I thought you didn’t want me to be here.”

The girl shook her head, “I very much want to be here. Actually, I want you to be here, where I am.”

Belle nodded her head, “Something about taking your place and feeling your pain?”

“You seem to catch up quite fast even though you took your own time to make your way here,” answered the girl, “You know, I see you every day,” creepy, thought Belle to herself, “I see you in my dreams of what you are doing and how much fun you are having while leaving me here to rot and decay.”

“I think you fail to see that when you were pushed into this part of the afterlife, we were both children. I had no ability to stop it or help-“

“But you could do it now, but you won’t. Will you?” asked the girl. 

Belle didn’t know what to answer to it. She didn’t know how the world balanced, “People who die are supposed to stay dead,” though it would be a hypocrite to say that as only yesterday did she place Vivian’s soul in the ghoul’s world. The circumstances were different. 

Vivian’s soul was not corrupted, unlike her other half who had been decaying since the last eleven years. 

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