Belle too Anne to her room, and shut the door behind her and turned to look at Anne who looked anxious. She took her to the couch that was at the side and made her sit, "Do you know who you are with?" she questioned Anne who nodded her head.

"A Grim Reaper," answered Anne, "How do you know that Grim? Did he possess your butler?"

Belle smiled awkwardly, "No. Lucas...he's always been the Grim Reaper," her friend's eyes turned wide because she had met her former butler during several occasions in the past.

"I would have never guessed it to be so," Anne muttered under breath.

"How did you end up with Wrath?" The last time Belle had seen him, Wrath was not in mortal form but in his Grim reaper form and she was sure that he had been sent by the Hawverts to get the lost Grims back. He appeared to be the scariest compared to the other Grims whom she had met and seen in their reaper form.

Anne stared at the floor, her eyes darting everywhere around the room before it came to settle on Belle, "It is a long story," replied the girl, "But how did you know? That he was a reaper?"

"I have the ability to see death. People who have killed others, the ones who are going to die, and who are involved in people's death, I see them all," answered Belle, "It's the hands," she said moving her hands, "I foresaw my parent's death."

"I am so sorry to hear that, Belle," Anne placed her hand on Belle to comfort her, "I didn't come to visit, thinking you wanted some time alone for yourself. Else I would have come. It was why I was surprised when I found the invitation for Christmas from you."

Belle nodded her head, "I did. We have had some very eventful days. Lucas said it would be best if we behaved normal so that the other Grims would not be able to hunt us down."

"That's what Wrath said too. He said it was the best way to throw the searching reapers off the track," replied Anne, "Lucas said there were more than two reapers in the mansion. Who is the other one? I know there's the lady."

"No not Edith," answered Belle and she then stood up. She didn't know if it was a good time to speak about it but if there was one thing she knew, it was that there was no time to be called as good, "Just a few more." A few here was more than a quarter of the total cards of the Grims.

"Wrath said my life might be in danger too," said Anne, and this was enough for Belle to know the possible relationship her friend and the second Grim reaper shared with each other. "I didn't mean to do it but aunt has been unbearable and so have the cousins since I moved to their place," said Anne, stretching one hand of her fingers as if in deep thought, "I was looking through some things, when I came across this book, with incantations."

"You are a witch?" asked Belle with a frown and Anne shook her head.

"No, just a regular human," laughed Anne nervously, "I found this book that had spells. To summon demons. I thought it was just a hoax, that was made for fun but one day my cousin decided to lock me in the attic for the whole night and I decided to try it. I had a very bad day and I picked one of the demons."

Belle took a deep breath and stared at Anne on what she had done. What she was saying was something similar to what she had done in her past life when she was a witch. Anne was a human though. Did spells not matter, when it came to who was using it? Asked Belle to herself.

"Things just went by after that…" trailed Anne and Belle nodded her head.

Belle and Anne were in similar condition, maybe not the same because one of the Hawvert had already met her and thought that he had sent her to the land of the dead, forever while in truth she was still here. It was possible that Wrath had stepped down from the position because the Hawverts would find out about his relationship with Anne.

How strange, thought Belle to herself. And people thought the reapers didn't have feelings when in truth they had the ability to feel.

"You can stay here if you want," said Belle as she had to go meet the other guests and see them off. If everything went well, where the ninth and the eleventh Grim walked through the door, there would be peace tonight.

"I am fine," replied Anne, "The one we met at the door, that was a Grim?"

Belle gave her a nod, "The shortest and the tallest people in the room."

"I knew something was odd about them," Anne murmured to herself before saying, "I will be there down with you. I don't think I will be able to sit still in here."

When they reached downstairs, Belle put a smile for her guests and was followed by her friend Anne, who finally joined where Wrath stood. Belle made her way to Lucas, hugging him.

"There are too many," she whispered.

"Just for this hour," he whispered back to her. His hand ran on the back of her head. Patting her gently. Belle wondered how things were going up in the cell room.

And things were not going well…because a furious rabbit awaited them.

Barron shouted out his lungs, "You bastard Lucas! I am going to kill you! How dare you put me with these stupid mongrel!" screamed the rabbit while holding both his hands around the two rods and trying to pull it apart, "Come on! Look at me! I am an innocent being who always minds my work. It is not my fault that trouble follows me! I am Barron the fourth Grim.." and as Barron continued to complain, both Hector and Baltimore heard not a single word as the rabbit had been muted.

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