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~
Tower- Part 4
When Lucas moved aside, the death reapers who were looking for the soul or mortal was not there. Instead, another reaper stood in front of them.
"Tch, just someone of our own," hissed one of the death reapers, "I thought we could play with a soul," and the death reapers dispersed away from the alley. With them gone, Lucas turned back to see Belle who had transformed herself to one of the dead creatures.
Belle felt strange.
With no flesh or skin on her, the temperature felt less cold than what she had been feeling before. It felt almost comfortable. Lucas raised his skeleton hands up to Belle's face, touching the skull, "It worked," he said to her, "But you smell familiar, almost like a Grim reaper."
"Is it a good or bad thing?" asked Belle, who wanted to take a look at herself in a mirror. It wasn't every day that she changed herself to a pure skeleton.