Baltimore was definitely no doctor so he wouldn't know what a normal town physician would do. Belle tapped her hand against her dress as the reaper went to touch Barron who quickly swatted his hand away from him.

"What are you trying to do?" asked Barron, his eyes glaring at Baltimore. Belle who now looked at the small boy wished she had a brother who was lying on the bed now. Barron had a foul mouth, cursing every and anything. And when it was done in Mr. Fluffs body, one couldn't help but want to bully the rabbit more, "Do.Not.Touch.Me."

"I will need to check your pulse. I have heard from your sister on how you don't like doctors but-"

"What kind of doctor are you who doesn't even know a vampire doesn't have a pulse? I am not a pureblood vampire," Barron's eyes turned even smaller as he stared at Baltimore. Barron was a born drama queen, and he played it well with this reaper.

"Who said I was looking at your pulse?" Baltimore asked, "I am going to check your skin to make sure there is no allergic reaction. It is very new but it is possible," said Baltimore, raising his hand that held a scalpel.

"He's not allergic to anything. I think he looks better than when I left."

Baltimore then said, "Don't worry I won't charge any fee," he smiled at her but that wasn't the problem, thought Belle to herself.

Even Lucas' eyes narrowed on what exactly the tenth Grim was going to test and when he brought the scalpel near to the boy's arm, the boy quickly grabbed Baltimore's hand and bit right into it.

"AH!" Baltimore struggled to get Barron off his arm as Barron had his teeth sunk deep into the reapers arm. If one were to stumble into the scene in the room right now, they would have thought the small boy was a canine animal in his past life.

Belle didn't know if she was supposed to laugh or not right now. Lucas pulled Barron off Baltimore and the reaper who was a stranger looked down to see blood bleed from his arm. Grims were not supposed to feel pain in the land of the living. It was only in the land of the dead they could feel pain and that was because there were similar creatures who lived, who were all dead.

Barron not wanting to be touched had dug his teeth deep which only later did he realize what he had done along with Lucas.

Baltimore looked at the wound that bled which was normal but the pain wasn't what he was supposed to feel.

Lucas looked at Belle, his mouth moving without a noise, 'Leave!' Belle didn't stay long and she quickly darted towards the door and in less than a second, a fight broke between Lucas and Baltimore.

Lucas scythe stopped Baltimore's scythe from using it on Barron who was on the bed.

"I knew something was wrong!" Baltimore chuckled, "Who would have known that there are two Grims living in this mansion.

"Surprise," Lucas said in a bored tone that irked the Tenth Grim. Both their scythe's clashed in the air, throwing each other around in the room, and Lucas said, "Go to Belle!" and Barron left.

"Living in the mansion, behaving as if you are a butler. How long have you been here? I knew I smelled you, a faint smell which was hard to pick. My doubts seem to have come true. The girl was hiding something and the church guy was hiding it with her. Once I am done with you I will take care of them too," said Baltimore, spitting to his side.

Both the tenth and the thirteenth Grim were strong enough to shake the entire room and the objects that were thrown left and right.

"It was you, wasn't it?" asked Baltimore.

"Hmm? What me? I think you have got it wrong," Lucas responded back, turning his scythe upside down, the metal disappearing to fight with Baltimore.

"I know you have been visiting that white witch but she has gone somewhere too. Did she finally die? Once I get you to confess in front of the Hawerts that it was you I will clear my name."

"How are you going to do that? Your already black hands are deep down in the mud," a small smile made up to the butler's lips, "You think they won't find out about you helping the black witches?" he tched.

Baltimore laughed, "How did you find that out? Well, who cares about it. I want you rotting and being fed on by the hellhounds. I will drag you back from this place and also burn Barron. Fucker," he said looking down at his arm which was still hurting, "I will also tell them that it is you who whispered to kill the witch."

Lucas didn't know why the reapers liked to speak so much. Always telling what they were going to do. They fought all around in the large room, hitting each other and twisting and kicking. A lot of objects were broken or shattered to pieces until Lucas finally pinned Baltimore down on the ground.

By the time Barron and Belle arrived back in the room as there was no chaos anymore, they noticed how Baltimore laid on the ground with his eyes closed as if he had been beaten to an unconscious state. Like Lucas and Barron, Baltimore's soul had tuned to the land of the living.

Barron was back in his rabbit form, and walked towards them, "What do you plan to do with him?" he went to sit on Baltimore's chest and use his plushy hand to slap the face of the reaper.

"Interrogate him."

"Balti will not cooperate," Barron said, looking up at Lucas.

Killing a Grim by sending them to oblivion or in a sleep state would be one of the highest offences in the land of the dead. But letting him out was not an option, "We'll keep him hostage," answered Lucas.