The magistrate asked some more questions before he finally got up to shake hands with Mr. Stlinkson, "I will try to find out more and will send you the person who sketches people. This way we can see if anyone has seen the lady," assured the magistrate, "We'll do our best in finding out where she is."

Mr. Stlinkson nodded her head, "We'll be waiting for any possible information from you," the man wore back the hat he had come in and left the mansion.

"Where do you think she's gone? She was so happy here," said Mrs. Stlinkson when the thought of her daughter running away from the mansion appeared in her mind.

Her husband put his hand around her shoulder, rubbing it, he said, "They will find her. Let's wait for them." After an hour, a young human male arrived at their footsteps to take the drawing of their daughter which would be put in the towns and villages of Bonelake so that they would be able to find the vampiress.

No matter how many posters would be put up in the land of Bonelake, the girl would never be found because the spot where she had been buried was in a forest where every inch of it would need to be buried which no one knew about except for the person who had put her there.

The news of Olivia Stlinkson disappearing soon spread out when the posters were placed in the nearby towns that reached the Adams mansion. The Adams family were having supper when Mrs. Adams brought it up,

"Did you hear that Olivia has gone missing? Mrs. Parkers told me her picture is all over the place."

Mr. Adams gave her nod, "I saw the posters on my way back home. It seems they asked the magistrate to find where she is as Olivia has never done something like this. They are worried something bad happened to her." Lucas, who was in the dining room, served water in the crystal glass and placed it next to them without a word or change in his facial expression, "There has been a rise of the black witches in the land. Mr. Quinn said that the council has been trying to get a hold of this situation but we don't know when that is going to be.

Though it was just them with the butler and a maid who was serving them, Mrs. Adams' voice turned low and she asked her husband, "Do you think she's dead?"

"It's too soon to say, dear. And Belle," Mr. Adams turned to his daughter who was quietly eating at the table while listening to their conversation, "Make sure you have someone along with you every time you are out."

"I am always careful, papa," she let him know but her father was still not reassured and was worried about her safety.

"I know but it would make this old man's chest lighter if you had someone with you. The witches are notorious creatures and we don't know to what length they will go. Both day and night are not safe," she heard her father say to her and she gave him a nod.

Belle sat at her table with mixed emotions. She wasn't worried about the pureblooded vampire but it would be wrong to turn a blind eye on what was going on in the land they lived in. Olivia was an outgoing woman, someone who was pompous yet cunning who enjoyed the demise of the others. She didn't like Olivia especially with how she had behaved yesterday and the way it looked like she had cornered her family with the help of Mr. Wellington.

The bell outside the mansion rang with the door being knocked and Lucas excused himself to see who it was.

He returned back after a minute with an envelope in his hand that was addressed to Mr. Adams.

"Who was it?" Mr. Adams asked when Lucas entered the dining room again.

"The letter is from the household of Stlinkson," hearing this, the Adams who was seated at the table shared looks with each other wondering what it was about. Mr. Adams took hold of the envelope and tore it open to read what was in there.

Curious, Mrs. Adams asked, "What does it say?"

Mr. Adams read the letter again before looking up at his wife, "They said they don't want our butler moving into their household tomorrow. Not until they find their daughter because it was Olivia's wish to change the butler and not theirs," he then said, "Lucas will be working here until then."

The mixed feelings were not shifting to one of relief when it came to Belle as she heard this.

She was happy that Lucas would be staying here for more days and she wondered if it was wrong to hope for someone's bad. To hope for her own benefit while it would hurt the other person, asked Belle to herself. She had hoped for the vampiress' carriage to break down but not to turn to a toy of the witches.

That night Belle went to bed but she didn't fall asleep. With the candles placed next to the bedside that burned brightly, she read a book that she had picked up from the study room. With her knees pulled up and the book resting on her lap, she read the book named 'Murder in the village of Ile.'

Though Lucas was going to stay in the mansion for some extended days until Olivia would be found or would return, Belle still had some thoughts that ran in her mind from what Lucas had told her in the kitchen. She looked at her bandaged hand.

When Lucas had mentioned it, her mind was concentrating on the palm of her hand that was being stitched by him. Since the time she had woken up she was trying to wrap what he had told her.

The land of the dead.

The thought of being there brought goosebumps on her skin and she didn't want to go there again. But something told her that she would be visiting the place again.