Belle followed right behind Leon, finding the two elderly men had quickly jump on their feet and looked behind as if trying to find another way to escape. Leon sighed, bringing the boy in front of him that stopped the two men at once.“Wait! Wait! Don’t harm him!” Shouted the first man whose hair had turned all gray. While the man beside him who looked less older also stopped and raised his hand to show he won’t escape again.“We can talk about this. Release that child,” said the second man.“When did I say I would harm this little one?” Leon scoffed. “Which one of you is Gorgolta?”A faint sigh could be heard from the second man’s mouth as he stepped forward, raising his hand, “That would be me. If you’re business if with me—”“He won’t harm this boy,” Belle cut in. Gathering the two’s attention that looked surprised seeing her face, more startled when he saw her eyes were blue instead of red. She noticed this and offered them a smile to break the tension in the room. “We only wish
As she settled her hand on Gorgolta’s hands, the man instructed, “Imagine the face of the person. You’re doing great.” Belle’s closed eyes moved slowly as she avoided the bad memory and sight of her bloody sister, only focusing on the man’s face that stood behind Damian. She tried to make it clear but alas, his eyes were blackened in her memory. But even though she couldn’t see the man’s eyes, she was certain she had seen every part of the man’s face, starting from his hair down to his neck. Leon looked at the drawing that Gorgolta had sketched instantly. The charcoal shades left dusts over the parchment but the drawing that started from a line slowly formed a face of a person. Meanwhile, back at her home in that afternoon, Damian who woke up felt a sudden itch from his wound that was given by the strange old woman he had seen two days ago. He felt his throat parched and pushed himself from his coach only to feel dizziness hitting his head and his bod losing balance to the poi
Year 1883–There was price for every action, and Belle learned the lesson when she was still young. Her family had been the warmest soul and people around her, she loves them dearly as she knew how they hold her deeply in their heart as well.She remembered it was when she was but a seven year old child when she and her older sister who was elder by five years over her walking toward the river. The decision Belle made at that time was one, to save the cat. She learned it later that making that decision come with a price.After saving the cat, she didn’t manage to save it completely as it was born weak. A week after Belle had saved the cat, she had to bury it for its life had exhausted.She nursed t
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 pinch
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