Barron looked at the headstone he had placed, glad that he was done until he realised how he had placed it. The headstone was placed in the opposite direction such that one had to turn their head to read the name that was engraved on the stone.

"Ugh, you must be kidding me," the rabbit reaper didn't want to redo it. Not because he was tired but because he was lazy, "Should I fix it or should I leave it just as it is. Hmm?" thought Barron to himself, tapping his head with his hand, he huffed, "It's not like someone is going to come and see it." The only possible visitors to see Mr. and Mrs. Adams was their daughter, Belle.

He took a second more to look at the headstone when he heard the hellhounds howl at a distance. One howl and it had Barron sprint from the cemetery to head to the Adams' mansion without looking behind. He would ask Lucas to fix the position later, but for now, he didn't want to deal with the hellhounds who could tear the rabbit suit he was in. His ears flopped up and down as he made his way.

When he finally reached the mansion, he went to the door, grabbing the handle but it didn't open. Did they lock it from inside? Asked Barron before walking around to come at the back of the mansion where he often left a window open. But this time, when he tried to get inside, the gap didn't let him through and instead it felt like there was an invisible wall placed that was not letting him in.

Barron tried to push himself, "Arg!" he put force, but the open window felt like a wall that didn't let him budge from where he stood, "When did the fucking wall turn to a wall?!" he exclaimed before going to find any other possible windows that could be open.

Inside the mansion on the first floor of the West wing, Belle, who was sitting on the chair, looked down at George who stood in front of her holding the knife against her neck.

George, who was about to slit Belle's throat, looked at the man who stood in the corner of the room, "Who is this man, Belle?" inquired George. He had a displeased look on his face.

Greed stared back at George, "I? I am a guest here but it seems like Miss Belle has decided to keep me hostage. Care to let me free?" asked the Grim Reaper.

Belle didn't know if it was a good thing right now, but she was having thoughts on letting the Grim reaper out of the markings because George wanted to kill her. She didn't know why her friend had pulled out another knife, and he had stabbed her hand with it and it was excruciatingly painful.

"Stop this, George!" Belle exclaimed in pain. This was not her friend or even if it was, something was messing with his head that was making him to do this. When a soul stayed long enough in the land of the dead without entering the gates, they often turned vile and evil, "Please," she pleaded because no magic was working on him. It seemed more like George was a different creature and would need another spell.

"Kill her," Greed coaxed and Belle even though in pain glared at him. He laughed, looking at her and then at her friend, "Even if you kill her, she will never stay with you. Her soul is connected to the butler."

George frowned, hearing this, "What?" his eyes shifted back to look at Belle, "You shared soul bond?" there was anger in his eyes as he questioned her.

"I love him, George. You kill me now. I will never be yours. My heart and soul belongs to him. You hurt me, and you will even lose the friendship I shared with you," said Belle, her red eyes were filled with tears which were out of the pain she felt in her leg and hand.

Her friend instead of understanding the situation they had here, said, "The spirit says there is a way to fix it. A way to remove the bond," Belle's eyes widened hearing this. She had never heard about this before. Undoubtedly, the spirit was bluffing, "I will kill you first and then see how to deal with the bond," he smiled at Belle, and she shook her head.

She looked at the closest statue to fly that came to hit his head, but George didn't move. He was a person who was dead, and not all dead felt pain.

"You are not this person," Belle still tried to reason. She didn't know what would happen if she died. Going to the land of the dead was something she wasn't ready, not when was alive or when she would be dead. There were things she had to do here.

She felt more pain growing in her body, her body turning weak with every stab and words that were spoken to her, Belle's body started to create black fumes. It first started as vapours moving up in the air which turned darker with black and grey smoke.

"What is this?" asked George looking at the smoke that was on the surface of her body, like a flame that was burning. Even Greed who was waiting for the show to end up looking at the girl with an expression of intrigue.

Belle herself didn't know what was happening to her and her eyes started to change colour from red to black.

"Looks like you don't need to kill her," Greed commented, "The body is not hiding what is happening to her. The corruption has started," and the reaper was right. He had seen many vampires and the pureblooded vampires being corrupted in his lifetime, seeing how they changed, but it was often done internally without letting the others know openly.

It made Greed wonder if the girl was different compared to the other mortals, which was why the corruption was acting differently. Hearing the word corruption in the room, Belle felt her heart pumping faster. A pureblooded vampire had a beating heart, and the average vampires didn't, but Belle's family was different.

Except for the fact that they had cold bodies, they still had a beating heart which she didn't understand until now as her family never spoke about it.

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