Chapter 112 - Things That Are Hidden- Part 1
Having a little more clarity now, Belle felt she could finally see what she was supposed to do but the path was sothing she would have to construct. The thought of her death was not sothing she was comfortable with which made her wonder if she could cheat death. Because obviously they would have to cheat death with the other two girls and it made her question how that could be done. She had already been there, her soul calling and pulling towards the land of the dead.
Was it even allowed? Belle had to barely for a minute as Lucas caught up with her before she reached for the door of the building.
"Edith is a very old acquaintance," Lucas explained to her.
"I never knew she would be an oracle or a prophecy teller," the woman was attractive and beautiful who taught them how to bend the legs and back and neck while dancing. The little introduction had taken her by surprise.
Lucas didn't know the First Grim was acting as a dance instructor here but when Belle had returned from her first day of class, he had seen the black spots on her hand that had made him go have a look to confirm that it was indeed a Grim reaper in the sa land like him.
"The last ti she spoke to , she spoke very familiarly as if she knew ," said Belle to him. The coachman pulled the door open but Belle didn't get inside. She turned to look at Lucas, "Let's take a walk."
Lucas gave her a nod and the coachman closed the door of the carriage and went back to waiting while Belle and Lucas walked down the streets. It wasn't often they got to spend ti like this, alone, and away from the mansion.
"She is one of the oldest who had existed since the ti of the first generation of the witches or the pureblooded vampires."
"How about you?" Belle asked him, looking down at their shadows that were barely seen on the ground because of the lack of sun rays that ca from the sun. The weather was cloudy as usual.
Lucas' lips pulled up. It was only ti that Belle would find out who he was and it made him question how she would react to it. Maybe not as bad as the others because of what she had got herself into. She was a smart woman and in ti she would grow smarter.
"Don't you already know?" asked Lucas to her as they had spoken about where he ca and what he was. He noticed the question of doubt that resided in her beautiful red eyes right now. When she was young it had been easy to tell lies but lies could be told only until the person accepted it, after which it turned pointless.
"You are a vampire but you appear to know people, know things which normal people don't know about. It makes question," she smiled, "I don't mind if you are ancient."
This had Lucas chuckle, "You are very accepting, little Belle," he said to have her heart soar as he didn't address her as Miss Belle or Miss Adams. Lucas wasn't affectionate and he treated her the sa way as he did before but these were the little things she was happy about right now.
"I did tell I would accept you however you are," she stated, "I don't have anyone but you, you to rely on knowing you will never betray ," she murmured.
When Belle was young, she wasn't an assertive girl in all matters. She was shy in a few things, and a few things forward and it was when she was told that if she needs or wants sothing she should not wait for it but go find it herself. And it was Lucas himself who had told it to her.
She rembered sothing and asked, "She called you Cross. Is Lucas not your na?" she was curious.
"It is my last na. The place or the town I co from, so of us have first nas, so of us have last nas, on how we are called," which was the truth. Lucas Cross, thought Belle to herself, "Also, I am as old as her," he confessed and Belle turned to look at him to see his expression was serious and his eyes were looking ahead of him.
As old as the prophecy? That was many years ago. Decades ago. If Lucas was an average vampire, he would have grown old by now. Older in appearance that should have surpassed her father's physical appearance but he didn't look old. He still appeared to be in his twenties. She now doubted that Lucas was a vampire and believed he must be a pureblooded vampire but even a pureblooded vampire had minimalist changes while the man who walked next to her had not aged even for a second.
"No questions, milady?" Lucas asked, his gaze shifting to look at her and she shook her head.
"I will wait for you to tell ," she answered with a smile.
Lucas then said, " I will need to ask you to refrain from eting any of your relatives. We don't know who the witches will contact again."
Belle nodded. She was more than willing to never see them again. She couldn't believe how the influence started from the witch to the switcher, the vampires and then to her relatives and then to her.
"Cross," Belle said loudly and smiled, "That's a fancy last na."
"There's a library in the corner that has a couple of books that might be helpful. Co, let's take a visit there," and they walked to the library. Belle wondered what books would be helpful as there was no direct guidance in the soup she was in.
The library was a small and old one that looked as if it was would collapse any mont. Lucas stood in front of a shelf, staring at the books knowing what would happen if he were to take it out but now was the ti to make use of it.
Belle saw him pull out a book that read 'Roow and Julisqueak'. Belle raised her eyebrows and looked up at him,
"Really?"
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