If Barron had actual eyes it would have not only turned wide but it would have twitched out, due to the bad luck he had stepped on. Somewhere, Barron felt that he probably did step on bad luck when he had descended down on the land of the living. First, he got stuck in the mansion, and then he had the highest bounty on his head when he was a poor soul and now, he was being hunted!

Death reapers were stupid but they could also be tricky. One of the death reapers had turned from a low level to become a Grim because of the years of work and excellence. That was only one lucky case but it also showed the rest of the low-level reapers that there was hope. Hope to kick the existing ones because the Hawverts did have a plan to extend the list. Not to forget, now that there were a bunch of fallen Grims, the death reapers would not only try to take the bounty.

"I want to be replaced as the Grim reaper!" Just as he thought! Like hell, he was going to give his beloved position, thought Barron to himself. He was the admirable fourth Grim of the cards, the plague bearer in the land of the living.

"Where did the Grim go?!"

"We should search!"

"I am not willing to share the Grim! I am going to take the bounty money and also take the place," greedy bastard, commented Barron at the low-level reaper.

He was a poor poor rabbit. That's right! He was a fucking rabbit! He was in no mortal form but in this stuffed rabbit. All he had to do was behave like a rabbit and make them believe that he was an animal before slipping away from this forest and possibly not return until this whole matter gets resolved!

But then he was no coward! Thought Barron to himself.

"I want to rip the reaper with my boney hands. Don't you think they act too high and mighty, while you just want to rip them apart?"

Barron slowly moved his head to look at the rabbit he was in, maybe this might not be the day to be courageous and he could wait for it.

The whispering continued, "I know! I know! I want to kick their asses!" Barron felt he was going to die at the rate they were speaking and not moving away from where they stood. If they wanted to catch a Grim, they should get moving, thought Barron to himself.

Deciding to make a move, Barron started to slowly crawl on the ground, more than crawl he was rolling on the ground as quiet as he could without drawing any attention.

Back in the Adams' mansion, Belle sat next to Lucas, "It's been more than an hour since he ran away from here. Do you think something happened to him?" asked Belle.

"It will be better with him gone, there will be less chaos and the Hawverts won't think that we were the ones who had something to do with the timekeeper," Lucas gave her a calm reply and Belle frowned, "He will run back to the mansion if something happens."

"Barron is not someone who brings plague but disaster," chipped Greed who was eating the blood ice in a cup, taking a spoonful into his mouth.

Wrath and Anne were sitting quietly on the other side of the room, "How did he find out you were Guilt?" asked Wrath, jerking his head towards Greed. Though a lot of them didn't know Lucas was Guilt, the first creation of the Grims had an idea about it but never cared to bring it up or speak on it.

Lucas only smiled at Wrath's words.

"What are your plans from here now?" asked Lucas to Wrath, noticing how Wrath held Anne in his arm. The girl was fast asleep, her eyes closed and her head resting on Wrath's shoulder.

"To move from here. Too many Grims in one house, I am not sure how it feels," answered Wrath, "Crane is yet to catch up with me on what I am doing. For now, I am clear and so are you, make sure to keep it that way. No one likes to make a fool of themselves," warned the second Grim regarding the soul being sent to the land of the dead which was not Belle's.

"I will keep that in mind," replied Lucas.

"Also what you are trying," Wrath gave a look to Lucas as if knowing exactly what Lucas had on his mind, "It was good to meet you, Miss Adams," he bowed his head from where he sat and Belle wondered why he was saying it but the next moment, the Grim reaper disappeared from their sight with Anne to leave two empty seats.

"That was a short visit," Belle said noticing how fumes like smoke moved up in the air from where the couple had been sitting.

"More like a passing guest," answered Lucas, who leaned forward to kiss her lips and pulled away, "Merry Christmas, little rabbit," he wished her.

And Belle pecked on his lips back, "Merry Christmas," after some time she said, "You do know that Barron doesn't have a bond," and Lucas who was tucking the piece of her hair behind her ear stared at her, "He might be in trouble."

"Barron is possibly enjoying some alone time," said Lucas and then asked her, "Did you eat? I am famished," saying this, he pulled her along with him to the kitchen.

To Belle, Barron was like a little brother she never had. She couldn't help but worry about him. He was stupid at times, breaking everything and anything possible, but he was still someone who had turned to family. She could only hope that he was alright, right now. Like Greed said, maybe he needed some alone time to reflect what he did, thought Belle to herself.

Back in the forest Barron who was rolling his body stopped when his body hit a reapers feet,

"What is this white thing?" asked a lowly reaper.

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