Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 199 - Snowflakes- Part 4

Little Belle was upset and sad that her cousin brothers and sisters had left her, enjoying their time together while stealing her snowman's nose and hands without giving them back to her. It wasn't the first time and she didn't understand why they did it. All she wanted to do was play with them but they always left her. Either it was by isolating her or leaving her behind while playing seek because it didn't matter if she was there or not.

With her knees pulled close to her chest, her small hands held her knees now. Sitting on the snow-covered roof, she looked at the children who were playing and bragging about each other's snowmen while her's looked lonely just like hers.

"What are you doing here, Miss Belle?" asked Lucas who had gone to the back of the house to throw the garbage when he had noticed the girl sitting on the roof.

"Trying to freeze to death!" came the quick outburst that had Lucas raise his brows at her.

"What a loss it would be if you were to freeze and die. Did you know that when a body freezes it turns brittle and it then starts to break? Is that how you want to die, Miss Belle?"

"Why do you want me to die like that?!" exclaimed the little girl in shock.

Lucas gave a look at the girl, "I thought that was what you wanted to do. Anyways, what are you doing up here instead of playing along with your cousins? And where is your snowman?" since the snow had arrived the little girl had not shut up about it and had gone on and on that he was sure his ears would bleed if he would hear it for one more day.

He looked at the spoiled little brats who were laughing and talking to each other. Running around their snowmen. His eyes then traced to look at the corner where there was a heap of snowball.

"Is that yours?" he asked her, "I thought you would be an expert when it came to making a snowman. That thing is hideous looking clunk of the ball. And where is its arms and nose or hands?" he continued to ask.

"They ran away," muttered Belle under her breath.

"You're telling the carrot you borrowed from the kitchen ran away by itself?" asked Lucas, one single brow raised in question for her to place her chin on her knees. He noticed the sad and lonely expression that had settled on her face. He now understood why her soul had called out to the dead beings to come and feed on her soul.

Though she had relatives, the cousins were of older age who never considered her in their activities and for some reason even if they did, they always left her behind. Lucas noticed this happening every time and it was funny how the Adams' didn't take a note of it.

"You should go rebuild your snow, Miss Belle," he advised her but the girl shook her head.

"It is useless to build a snowman. He never stays when morning arrives," she said, getting up from where she had been seating, "I am not good at it either-AH! Why you flick my head?" she asked him confused. Rubbing her hand across her forehead.

"How will you be good at it, when you haven't practised it well enough? That's a horrible excuse to give. You want to get better, then you practise," seeing her glum mood, he then offered, "How about I teach you how to make a snowman who will never disappear?" hearing this Belle turned to look at Lucas.

"Really?"

"Mhmm," he answered to have her smile.

"Okay," she said, the eagerness back in her eyes and he sent her down. Lucas who still stood on top of the roof staring at the children who were playing with snow while also one of them bringing the same carrot he had given to Belle when she had come to look for the vegetable.

Lucas raised his hand and snapped his fingers and suddenly a gust of wind blew from across the forest and reached the grounds of the mansion to ruin the snowmen that were built. Sparing one more look, he stepped down with the girl who had already started to walk.

When the relatives had left the mansion of the Adams' Belle had followed Lucas like a cat everywhere he went, to make sure he would not forget that he had spoken about building a snowman with her.

"What are you doing sticking to Lucas like a gum, Belle? Allow him to work in peace," told her mother noticing her little daughter who stood next to Lucas.

"When will Lucas be free? I am going to build a snowman with him," said Belle to her mother.

Her mother raised both her brows questioningly, "Weren't you outside playing in the snow since afternoon? Any more and you will freeze to death."

"No! Papa, let Lucas and others play snow with me!" Belle looked at her father as he rarely refused her requests.

"I am not sure about it. Your mother is right. You have spent enough time outside. It is time to sit in front of the fireplace," little Belle's shoulders drooped hearing this.

"Will be just for an hour. I promise." Her mother had disapproving look on her face and she looked at Mr. Adams not wanting him to agree. Belle then pulled Lucas' hands to get his attention.

"We will be back soon, Mr. and Mrs. Adams. Belle, had not been outside for long today and she stayed indoors mostly. It would be a shame if Miss Belle didn't enjoy her childhood," he bowed his head to finally hear Mr. Adams say,

"Alright. But be sure to stay close and this includes the other staff of the mansion if they are interested."

"Nathaniel," Mrs. Adams said looking at her husband, her lips pursed together.

"It's okay for one night. Just one night Belle," said Mr. Adams

"YAY," Belle hugged Lucas' legs as she was small in height.