"Mistress Belle, where had you been to this late in the night?" Lucas enquired at her, his black eyes sharply looking at Belle, unhappy with her leaving the mansion in the middle of the night. 

"I went to church. I thought I could get my mind off a few things," she answered him. Her eyes moved to the corner as if to indicate the person who stood behind her. 

Lucas who already knew who Baltimore was and how he looked right now feigned ignorance by asking her, "Who is this?" 

She turned around to look at the man who gave a polite smile, she said, "He"s a doctor. I was telling Father Connor about my brother being unwell and he insisted," she pressed the word "insisted", "That he should come and see if he could help." 

"The young master is a strong one. It is a mere cough and cold that every vampire experiences. You worry for nothing," Lucas responded back to her. Belle gave a surprised look as Lucas was quick to adapt to the lie that she had told, "We don"t need a doctor," he said looking at Baltimore. 

Baltimore in the meantime couldn"t help but wonder why this place appeared to be familiar. He must have come here to collect the souls of the people. His eyes then fell on the butler of the mansion who had a stoic look on his face where he had a look of disapproval on his face. He had an aura around him which he was trying to spot where else he had seen it. 

"I am a doctor. Helping people and making them feel better is what I do. Allow me to help, I am sure the Mistress" brother will feel better once I am done looking at him," Baltimore offered his help which they didn"t want. 

"Come in," Lucas opened the door wide. 

Belle didn"t have a brother! Whom were they going to show? A bunch of pillows wrapped around in the blanket?! thought Belle to herself. She was internally panicking and she knew a fight would break out when this reaper would find out about the lie and who were living under this roof of the mansion. 

Baltimore stepped inside the mansion and the panic increased under Belle"s skin which she was trying to keep calm in front of the reaper.

"Follow me," said Lucas, leading Baltimore into one of the guest"s room and Baltimore in the meantime looked at the portraits that were hanging on the walls. Noticing how it was just the elderly vampires and the girl who was now with them. 

"Seems like you are your parent"s favourite, Lady Belle," he commented, "Your brother is nowhere in the portrait. 

Belle"s hand clenched together, "His paintings are not here. It is on the other side of the mansion," she answered him, "We didn"t find the right time to s.h.i.+ft and rearrange them."

She continued to walk with Lucas, her eyes darting to look at him who didn"t have any change of expression on his face. It was calm and peaceful like the countless times she had come across until now. Even during the time she had caught him burying Mr. Robinson"s body, he had been relaxed. 

When Lucas came to stand in front of a door, he used both his hands, one to unlock the door and another to turn the k.n.o.b around before pus.h.i.+ng the door open. 

Before Baltimore could ask another question, Lucas was the one who to say, "Misteress" brother can be a little impulsive at times. He doesn"t like visitors," he warned and they stepped inside the room which was lit with a fresh burning fire in the fireplace which Belle would have never expected as they didn"t have guests. 

Her eyes led up to look at the bed where a small person was lying on the surface of the bed with a blanket covering the person. It was a young-looking boy and Belle"s eyes widened before they went to meet Lucas" eyes who stared back at her. 

"Master Fluffy, the doctor is here to see you," Belle"s eyes widened further in the realization of who was on the bed. Obviously Lucas couldn"t conjure a person out of the blue and make them lie on the bed. 

Baltimore"s lips trembled with a smile at the name that was given to the vampire boy. Vampires had strange names, "Good evening, Master Fluffy, I am here to treat you."

The boy had red eyes and he appeared to be around the age of nine. His eyes looked tired and he glared at the doctor who had entered the room, "Ask him to get out. I don"t want one. I am perfectly fine." 

Baltimore could smell the scent of death in this room. The light fragrance that was wafting around the girl had now turned prominent. It was coming from the boy because his time was near. But this smell of death was very peculiar. It had been years since he had turned to a fallen Grim to be able to identify and track the smell. This smelt more like as if a reaper had been hovering around this room. 

"I will be very careful. I have dealt with many children who hate doctors," said Baltimore.

"f.u.c.k off," said the boy, continuing to glare, "Don"t you dare touch me! I am the fo- I am the master of this mansion and I have a say!" 

Nonetheless, Baltimore took a seat next to the bed and opened a box that indeed looked like a doctor"s toolset to Belle. Noticing this she bit her lip. If the man reaper was to check the pulse of the boy, he would find nothing there.