The day ended without Belle understanding what had happened. The authorities came to check on what happened. Her mother was crying, her brother tried to calm her who fainted while her father had sat on the family room, looking distressed.
Everyone was shaken by the sudden murder.
But Belle ... Belle didn’t cry. She sat still near her father’s chair, on the cushioned chair. She saw men who was dressed in a uniform asking question to her mother as if he couldn’t see that she was shocked.
Belle couldn’t tell well what was happening. She understood that her sister had been gone but her mind and heart wasn’t ready to accept the news. Somewhere in her mind, she denied it was all true. Her wrist had turned red from all the pinching she did but nothing worked. This wasn’t a dream. Rachel, her dearest sister had died.
She felt as though she was drunk on liquor. She felt as if she was walking on a dream, living in a nightmare.
“We would need to ask questions to the servants.”
Belle ’s head then turned to look at one of the few authorities who had spoken. “Do you mean someone had killed my sister and they are one of the servants here?”
“I would say it is a suicide attempt.” The man ruled out coldly.
“Nonsense!” Damian cut through the Authorities’s words. “My sister was getting married in the next few hours. She wouldn’t kill herself. That dagger wasn’t hers. It was the killer’s!”
“Nothing can be ruled as if of now, sire,” answered the man while brushing his short mustache under his nose. “Can you explain to me how happy she is? From what I had heard there was a few arguments about her not wanting to get married but Madame Carperly insisted her on a one sided marriage.”
“That isn’t true,” said her mother who was still a sobbing mess. “Rachel had only came crying to me because she hated leaving the house like all other daughters who were going to become a bride would do. She has love Dante for years since her childhood it was her dream to get married and no one would kill themselves.”
“You are too you to understand other’s pain, Madame Carperly,” the Authorities said with an extreme coldness that only worsened her mother’s pain.
Belle cannot take it anymore, her heart was being ripped slowly and seeing her mother’s face of pain, only worsened her pain. She came forward, receiving the authorities who had been talking to her mother to look at her with a passive gaze.
“Allow me to speak,” Belle looked straight at the man’s eyes. “Whatever it is, indeed it is your job to found out about who had killed my dearest sister and what the reason is. You are a big man with your body but so petty to instead go and fulfill what the taxes had provided you to eat you have came to press my mother who is clearly not in the state to calmly sit head and listen to your accusation that my sister had killed herself!”
Belle spoke all her words in one breaths. “Leave her!”
The authorities were mostly men and they weren’t pleased the talking young lady but had to go unless they wanted to be subjected by more shame.
Belle came toward her mother, she was about to reach her hand when she noticed how her hands were trembling. The authorities weren’t as kind as Belle had thought and for the entire night, they kept questioning the servants and her family who was not in the state to speak.
Belle held her hands across her chest when the authorities called her after her parents and brother. When she entered the room which was still in her house but now felt as though it had turned into the personal room for these strangers, she felt her heartbeat quicken as it was her first time to be interrogated.
“Miss Belle , is it?” Asked one of the four men in the room.
Belle apprehensively take a seat as she looked at the man standing on the left side of the man who had asked her, the same man who had pressured her mother.
With lips pursing, she nodded, “I am Belle . Have you find out who had killed my sister?”
“It will be difficult to say,” answered the man who seemed to not be much older than her. He appeared handsome compared to the rest and younger which was a surprise as he seemed to be leading the team. “My name is Arnold Lestrange. I received the information that you were the one who entered the room.”
Belle frowned because she knew the question was leading to something. “Yes I did.”
“Can you tell me what you see?” Arnold questioned carefully.
“Rachel’s body...” Belle pursed her lips tightly. “Today was her wedding, I thought she was getting ready but the door was locked and when we asked the maid, she claimed she didn’t see Rachel since the morning and the door had been locked. Waiting for the Lord takes time and my sister once had asthma. It got both me and Damian, my brother to be worried and we both entered the room.”
“I heard that other than Rachel herself, the butler hold the key. How did you enter?”
Belle wasn’t responsible to anything but hearing Arnold’s questioned, she felt as though someone had filled her with black paints, making her to be the killer.
“When I was young I took the skill to pick the lock,” said Belle and she could see the men frowned at her odd skill she took. “It was a very alarming moment. I don’t have time to wait for the butler as he was old. The only chance was for me to open the door. When I entered I saw Rachel on the bed with... with that dagger.”
“The body was found while the room was locked. The key was then later found only on the hand of the butler and the drawer in the room of the victim. I was confused how the culprit could do this but now I don’t. There is someone who can enter,” said the same man who had pressured her mother earlier. A smirk on his lips and Belle wondered why there was petty man in the world like him who felt it was his job to repay what others did to him.
The rest of the men then looked at Belle as if she had been found out as the killer.
Belle looked at the man who was still smirking. “I don’t think it is my job to help you Mr...”
“Acre,” named the man.
“Mr. Acre,” Belle repeated after him. “I think you should find a better job for yourself. Not only had you pressured the family of the victim in the name of your job which I am sure there must be a better way for you to do that. You are not as brilliant as I think the authorities would be.”
Mr. Acre frowned heavily on her words which not only surprised the rest of the men in the room.
“What do you mean, Lady Belle ?” Arnold asked.
“Our house had aged well and the doors had only been fixed three months ago, that includes the door knobs. You can check for all you can that when I had pick the lock in the room, I used my hairpin that would cause scratches on the keyhole but there won’t be scratches inside,” explained Belle , impressing Arnold while the rest of the men looked unhappy.
“Thank you for your knowledge, Lady Belle ,” Arnold broke the tension with his words and he offered her a kind smile, “Do you might know whether Lady Rachel had been threatened or if there is anyone who have a very bad relationship with her?”
Belle took her time to think before she shook her head, “My sister was a very kind person, sir. I am sure everyone will say the same as I do, I have never seen anyone hating her or if there was a fight but we can’t see a person’s true nature just by our eyes.”
“Of course. I think that is enough for today, Lady Belle, you can leave now.”
Belle stepped out of the room. With all the servants and her family on the other side of the room, the hallway was left dark without the help of any candles to light the place.
Belle felt the thrill of coldness sending goosebumps all over her body. She rubbed her hand, her sadness growing in her heart, creating a large hole when she think of how Rachel had left the family.
While walking across the dark room, she heard a faint rustle from behind her. Quickly turning her head, Belle saw that there was no one before hearing the same sound from her back again.
Belle snapped her head to follow the sound as she noticed that instead of a rustling, when she recalled the voice again, it sounded like a small footsteps.
When Belle found the single candle placed on the cupboard on the hallways, she quickly took one to help her chase for the sound and went to follow for the noise again.
Walking straight, Belle brought the candle before her, letting the shadows to vanish when it was touch by the yellow kindle.
She heard again the sound of footstep but it grew louder and bolder than before. She had been too deep in the darkness that confused her from detecting whether the noise came from her back or her front.
She felt her throat went dry, the chill sent to her spine, uncomfortable spooky from the creaking floor.
Unable to endure the scare, Belle asked, “Is there anyone—” a soft could touch latched on her shoulders. Belle snapped her had behind, and the candle on her hand lost its flame.
Sharp scream slipped from her mouth and when she opened her eyes again, Belle was met with darkness. “Shush! On the Halo’s of the angels! Belle! It’s me!”Belle snapped her eyes, not convinced until the other person lighted the candle. Damian’s brown eyes mirrored over hers, “What is wrong with you? You look pale,” Damian shook his head.He said those words but Belle could also see his tired face. “It’s nothing I thought I just felt someone was following me but it was you,” she sighed, ruffling her hand up over her hair. “I thought you were asleep.”“And so did I thought you were asleep,” Damian looked at how her sister appeared as if a vampire had sucked her blood dry. “In any case, it’s already late at night you should sleep. Or are yo
Belle was still struck by the letter as she continued to clean the room. The blood had been cleaned but the image didn’t leave her mind.Why did Rachel send those letter to their grandmother? What does she meant by ‘him’? Was it truly a poem? An enigmatic code? But Belle couldn’t find any hidden code which only her or her grandmother would understand. A warning? No… it didn’t felt like one to Belle.Amongst the siblings, Belle believed she knows the most about her sister, Rachel but now she felt at loss, understanding nothing, not even her sister’s intention. But indeed, there was one thing she understood from the letter. That the words that her sister wrote in the letter was engraved with emotions.Who us the man she mentioned in the letter then? Dante?Belle w
The book’s title stood out to Belle even when she doesn’t know what it means. It was a language that she had never seen or learn before. Oddly, her sister, Rachel seemed to have taken so much liking to the book, according to what Dante had said. Curiosity beguiled Belle and her slender fingers begin to flip the pages after another, trying to make out what she saw in it. All she could see was words— words and letters she couldn’t understand. A There were also pictures on the side, drawn possibly by hands. The entire book seemed to be written by someone but it wasn’t Rachel. Belle knew her sister’s handwriting best that she could tell someone else had written the book. But there was nothing in the book that Belle could understand, for everything was written in another language beyond her understanding. As Belle was about to give up, she went for another flip of all the pages when a small slip of paper fell from the book, sliding underneath the table. She bent down at once, slowly
Belle’s breath was gone as someone had held her arm. She knew she was alone, who is this man?!The other person seemed to be staring at her and noticing how she didn’t look at him, he released her arm. For a moment, Belle felt a wave of relieve wash over her as she tried to run again but instead this time, the man used his long fingers to capture her chin, lifting and tilting her face to meet his.Belle didn’t expect the bloody red colored eyes from the man standing in front of her. Her breaths were taken away by the sight as chill covered her spine when she stared at the man’s deep look while gazing at her features.His appearance was of a handsome man, strong arched brows and a long black hair that slipped from his firm shoulder. Even though his fingers were slender and long as it hold her chin, Belle could tell the mighty power it hid by gazing at his large forearm. The veins on his arm seemed
The slight pain made Belle winced. It was a pain reminding her that this was not a simple dream of hers. Leon watched her face with a devilish smile, continue to lick her wound as though he was savoring a delicacy.Her cheeks flushed and at once, she pulled her hand away, “Stop it.” She tried to keep her voice as tame as possible, fearing that she would offend Leon. “Please,” she added to be polite.There was something about Leon. He seemed to be enjoying to watch her reaction, hearing her sharp response that could have offended a higher being like him. Yet he enjoyed her banter, or perhaps her reactions.But his smile was unpredictable as it rises and falls, she couldn’t be sure the moment Leon smiled again it would be a good will.“You don’t have to be reserved. From now on I will always be with you and I lik
At lost of words, were the expression written on Belle’s face that Leon would like to describe. He smiled sweetly and it appeared only her could see his true evil smile, making him enjoying the time even more.“He looked posh, doesn’t he?” Damian spoke up. “Mother and I was a little worried as he seemed to be too young for the job. But after listening to his adventurous experience, we decided to hire him. What do you say, Belle?”Could she ask to fire him immediately?Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.”“There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as
Warnings: attempt suicide, please do not proceed if you are uncomfortable. (I made this scene as short as I could.)*****Belle was taken to his arm in a swoop. The black butterflies she had seen before when he disappeared to the thin air appeared again. This time, it surrounded both of them. The scenery around her was covered in darkness but all she could focus on was how close her face pressed onto Leon’s chest.She could feel a faint sound of heartbeat which belong to herself. Her heart was loud enough to pound for her to listen yet to the chest where her ears were closely pressed on, Belle couldn’t hear a single peep from it. As though his heart had never beat.When the butterflies scattered away, Belle realized the place in which she had stood at had disappeared, changing i
Quote: "I believe everyone has a hidden intention. You and me, him and her, aren't we all hiding a deep secret for our own goals?" ________ A physician was called to attend Dante. Belle stood outside the room beside Leon and looked at him for a good one minute, “I know my appearance is blinding but you wouldn’t get anything by staring at me.” Belle frowned. Where did this demon study his confidence? “You purposely move slowly and avoiding to help Dante as soon as possible. Do you want to break this contract one sidedly?” Her words come out strict when in truth her fingers were trembling behind her back. Leon’s eyes that reflected no light brightened when he grinned. “I didn’t hear you ask me to hurry myself. Do not be strict milady and please forgive me?” It was foolish for Belle to ever think the contract she made would ever be fair for her. The demon was enjoy