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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. 

She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. 

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. 

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" 

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

"Gardening."

"And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief.

"Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Belle Adams' Butler

Belle turned her head to look at the walls of the cell room they were in. Both the gates of the mansion sounded different, and it was obvious that someone had pushed it. When they had stepped in, the gate was left open and they hadn't bothered to push it further than the available space.

"Someone entered the mansion?" asked Barron.

"I think it's more than just someone," replied Belle, her vampire ears picking on the nearest sound around them, "We have visitors."

"How is it that we always have guests in the mansion? Be it this one or the land of the living?" questioned Greed, who pulled his scythe out, "Is this house special?"

Belle smoothened her death robes that she was wearing, "My relatives thought the mansion was special," she said and Lucas moved out of the cell room to be followed by the rest, "If the usual passage is not working, how are we going to return back to the living?"

What used to be me- Part 1