Belle could feel the burning scrapes against her skin after she fell on the ground, her body sliding that caused one side of her dress to tear. She didn't stay down though. She stood up and dusted her hands along with her dress.

"You tore my dress," said Belle, her eyebrows knitted together as she took another glance at her dress before looking up at the black witch who had disappeared in front of her to stand behind her on a branch of a tree.

"Did you think because you were a vampire you could get away?" cackled the black witch.

"I guess," Belle replied looking at the witch who smiled with her snake tongue slithering out of her mouth.

"Do not worry. Soon you will be on the ground and be dragged to the coven. You will have fun along with the others."

Belle noticed how there was something very different about this black witch. Most of the black witches were supposed to have slit eyes, their colour ranging from yellow to green but this one had red eyes.

"I will pass," Belle responded back to her. When the black witches got ready to throw the knife, Belle picked up the log of wood to catch the knife that got stuck to it.

"Smart," the black witch sat down on the branch on her heel, "For a doll wearing girly shoes you are smart."

The black witch didn't like that she couldn't see the fear in the girl's eyes and she jumped down, coming full force with her knives again that was meant to slice at Belle but the girl was no fragile human. Belle moved along with the black witch, passing one tree after another, tricking the black witch and she stopped moving. Catching the front of her dress, Belle raised her right leg when the black witch came to stand in front of her, she rotated it enough to have the black witch crash against the dress.

"Sorry, but I prefer shoes," Belle moved her feet to showcase that she indeed was wearing flat shoes instead of the girly ones that were supposed to be worn for weddings. The black witch was unhappy and irritated when Belle had kicked her and had sent her flying to crash against a tree.

"You little cunt!" the black witch stood up to go again.

On the other side, Lucas played with the other two black witches, keeping them occupied. The black witches tried to get as close as they could to attack but Lucas read their movements. They found it hard to launch an attack on him.

"Why are you collecting children?" he asked the black witches.

"Why don't you get caught and we will tell you," said one of the black witches, her hands had long nails and she tried to swipe it right in front of him, missing him every time.

"I will need to think about that," he said to her when the other black witch launched a knife and then threw something on the ground that burst into flames. Lucas's eyes narrowed and he had to wipe the fire before it would catch on to him. This was something he had not come across.

"Do you like it?" asked the black witch, "I stole it from a white witch."

"How unfortunate," commented Lucas, "I was going to ask you how you made it. Are you going to tell me where the children are and why you abducted them?"

"Over your dead body," Lucas couldn't help but chuckle over the ironic statement as he was already dead. He took a quick look where Belle was holding her ground so far which was good as she didn't need him to save her.

When Lucas had turned to look at Belle, the black witch moved her leg against his face but he caught it in time with his hand, "Looks like I will have to find it myself," he twisted the witch's hand that came off her body and she screamed.

"MY ARM!" the witch screamed in pain. The other witch came and Lucas twisted her neck, tearing her neck apart from the body. The one whose arm was torn, she came at Lucas. He flicked her forehead and her body flew hitting the tree and she fell motionless.

Belle who was fighting with the black witch raised her hand when the witch came at her, stopping her from coming further. Smoke started appearing from the palm of Belle's hand. This even caught Lucas' attention from afar.

The smoke started to move quickly towards the black witch, trying to surround and encapsulate her who tried to get away from it. And in less than a second, the witch fell flat on the ground with her eyes open. The body then combusted into dust.

The ability of death, thought Lucas to himself. Belle didn't need weapons as she was a weapon.

"Where do you think she will go?" asked Belle to Lucas when he walked towards her.

"To the land of the dead, I suppose. To be fed by the Mighouls."

Starting to walk away, Belle saw the other two black witches who were killed by Lucas. Arms or head were torn gruesomely. It reminded her of Mr. Robbinson and Olivia. Thankfully Olivia didn't know who Lucas was else she would have gone out and about telling people that he was the one who had killed her. A grim reaper.

After passing through many more trees and finding no more witches so far, they came to a house that was built by stones. Stepping inside the house, they found potions that were being prepared as something black bubbled in the pot but the abducted children were not found here.

Belle noticed how there were small cages built that could fit in children inside it.

"They aren't here," said Belle looking around the small house that only had one room, fire burning under the pot.

Lucas who walked by the window stopped his footsteps, taking a step back he looked outside the window, "Found them."

Belle walked towards him, turning her head for a small gasp to escape through her lips. Children were hung by their hands to the tree who appeared to be dead.