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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 71
Mr. Soler’s mouth had hit the floor as he hadn’t expected Mr. Moriarty to touch a mere human’s foot, especially this one who didn’t look like she belonged to high society. But then Vincent Moriarty was famous for his unexpected behaviour, but no one dared to speak ill about the pureblooded vampire.
On the other hand, Eve turned more than embarrassed as Vincent caught hold of her foot. Thankfully he dropped her foot and picked up the off-white shoes, checking the in-soles with his fingers for a few seconds. The other two people curiously stared at him.
“Wear it now,” ordered Vincent, letting the shoe hang at the tip of his finger.
Eve took the shoe from him and quickly slipped her left foot into the shoe and then she put the other foot. This time the shoe didn’t hurt her, and she murmured, “It fits.”
When she looked up to meet Vincent’s eyes, who had stood up, he said, “Didn’t I tell you earlier that we could adjust things.”
Eve’s cheeks were still warm. With most of her words stuck in her throat, she only nodded.
“That’s perfect!” Mr. Soler clapped his hands, happy that at last something did fit the lady.
“Mr. Soler, it seems like you are losing touch with your business. What would people say if they were to hear that your shoe is trying to damage women’s feet?” Vincent questioned the shop owner, who quickly offered a deep bow.
“Forgive me, Mr. Moriarty. This stack of shoes must have had some defects when they were being made. I will make sure to check it properly before bringing the shoes to the shop,” Mr. Soler apologised, and he added, “If the lady wants to buy the shoes, how about I lower the price of the shoes from the original price?”
The shop owner’s words were music to Eve’s ears, and her eyes lit up as if Christmas had arrived early. On noticing her expression, Vincent rolled his eyes, and said,
“For your own sake, let us hope you don’t repeat this in the future,” and Mr. Soler bowed his head.
“Yes, Mr. Moriarty!” The man bowed his head two more times before taking the off-white shoes with him to pack it.
After they were done buying the shoes, they stepped outside the shop, Eve carried two bags and her umbrella. Vincent raised his hand at his coachman, who had parked the carriage away from the shoe shop. Before Eve could thank him, Vincent bluntly questioned her,
“Are you afraid of being drenched in rain?” The vampire stared at her with eyes that were cold and perceptive. “Because you look younger with your dampened hair.”
This man sure liked to dissect people, thought Eve in her mind.
“It is hard for one to take a human seriously. Especially if the person is young looking,” replied Eve, clutching onto her bags.
“True, you do look like a little girl who needs a governess,” smirked Vincent, and his eyes subtly narrowed.
“I was going to tell the same,” Eve retorted, her blue eyes staring into his coppery brown eyes, which looked redder right now.
Noticing Eve hesitate while able to hear her heartbeat, Vincent raised his eyebrow, “Something you forgot?”
“There is something that I wanted to ask you. If it is okay,” added Eve, with a serious expression. When they were in the mansion, she was mostly busy teaching the little vampiress, and it was hard to speak to Vincent, considering how most of the time he was out of the mansion or preferred to annoy her along with the other people.
Vincent stared at her for two seconds before he said, “You want to know if what you heard about me is true.”
Eve was taken aback by his words. She replied, “Yes.”
“Accept what you feel is to be true,” his eyes twinkled that had Eve frown.
“Even if it might be wrong?” She asked him.
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, “Even if it might be wrong. The inability of others not to see who I am doesn’t affect me, Miss Barlow. Because I do not care what others think.”
A gust of wind blew across the streets, sweeping the silt and dust from the ground in a few streets and alleys. Eve watched Vincent stare at her with his red eyes which were behind the silvery hair that gently moved in the direction of the wind.
“What if I say it is about Miss Allie?”
Vincent’s eyes narrowed, and he ran his tongue across his teeth. Somewhere, the action had a little threat to the nerve of her. He said,
“It seems like you aren’t too fond of your nose. Poke more in an unnecessary place and one day someone might chop it,” his words were playful, but Eve didn’t miss the warning in his eyes.
“My apologies for it, it is only because something happened recently.”
Vincent’s coachman had stopped the carriage right in front of them, and the coachman stepped down to open the carriage door for him.
Vincent sighed and said, “Speak what you want to on the way.” He stepped inside his carriage. Seeing the carriage door left open, where the coachman waited for her, she finally stepped inside.
But before that, far from where Vincent’s carriage stood, Noah Sullivan, who was talking to a gentleman, caught sight of someone familiar. It was Genevieve Barlow who stood in front of someone’s carriage. Before he could attempt to go to her, she stepped inside the carriage, and the coachman closed the door.
“Isn’t that Vincent Moriarty’s carriage?” Asked the gentleman who was with Noah.
Noah’s eyebrows knit together on hearing the name, “The Moriartys?”
The man nodded, “Their carriages are the grandest of them all.”
“I see,” murmured Noah, whose usual polite smile was missing from his lips.
Back in the carriage, Eve sat close to the carriage’s wall while ensuring there was a good distance between her and Vincent. A minute had passed since they had left Hollow Valley and had entered the forest path. The only light that spilt on the carriage’s path they travelled in came from the moonlight and the lantern that hung outside the carriage.
Vincent sat with his legs crossed one over the other, and said in a low voice for her to hear,
“How brave of you to sit in the carriage even after you heard that I killed the previous governess and she now rests not in the coffin.”
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 72
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The carriage continued to move in the path inside the forest, surrounded by the sound of chirping crickets, the clopping of the four horses and the wheels moving against the forest ground.
Eve felt Vincent’s piercing gaze, his expressionless face gave away nothing. He questioned her,
“What did you want to talk about the hamster.”
Hamster? It took a second for Eve to realise who this little hamster was.
“Today during break, while I was talking Miss Allie suddenly turned scared. Lady Marceline told me it was because of the governess and that she had tried to be close to Miss Allie before you killed her…” Eve’s voice trailed, and silence filled the carriage except for the sounds coming from outside.
“Marceline is right about it,” the expression on Vincent’s face didn’t change. “But she missed a few details, which she or any other person from the family would. Did my words catch your attention?” one corner of his lips faintly pulled up.
“The governess did something unforgivable,” said Eve, because that was what the seamstress had told her.
Vincent then started, “We pureblooded vampires are prideful creatures than the other vampires, because of where we come from. And mistakes aren’t forgiven with another chance. Especially ones that are inflicted on a family member,” his voice was even and detached with no emotions in there. He continued, “The previous governess was assigned by my dear mother Annalise. The governess was told to have fine skills and experience with young vampires and vampiress. Both my sisters were born wrongly.”
Eve’s eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, “What do you mean by it, Master Vincent?” Were they born lacking something in their bodies? She wondered to herself.
Vincent could tell what Eve was thinking. He said, “The little one was born in the wrong house. She would be more suitable to live as a human, not that she isn’t now. And the other one is a minion of the devil.”
“…” Eve didn’t comment as the two vampiress were part of the Moriarty family. “Is that why Lady Annalise is strict with Miss Allie? Because she shows human emotions?” She didn’t forget the day when she had secretly heard and seen Lady Annalise scolding the little girl.
“Vampires and human emotions coincide with each other, Ms. Barlow. I am sure you would agree that both sides have their own exceptions,” he clicked his tongue, while his eyes did not leave her from his sight. “But sometimes there’s a little too much in us. Allie was very fond of her previous governess, and she liked spending time with that woman. But the governess had her own motives, and that was to bring disgrace to the Moriarty family.”
Vincent’s thoughts went back to what happened in the Moriarty mansion a few months ago.
That day Senior Mr. Moriarty and Vincent himself had been out at work. While Lady Annalise and Marceline were visiting one of the renowned pureblooded vampire’s mansions, as they had been invited to have lunch together. This had left the young vampiress Allie under the care of her governess. It wasn’t uncommon for the wealthy humans and the vampires’ children to be left in the care of their governess in the absence of the parents.
Far away from Skellington, Senior Mr. Moriarty asked Vincent, Have you read the new treaty document for the management of the towns?’
‘I did. I think it would be better to see where Mr. Hoult stands in his decisions. Because right now it seems like he’s making way for the other faction,’ remarked Vincent, and he picked up his gloves before pulling it down on each of his hands. ‘Do you want to talk to him or shall I?’ his eyes twinkled.
‘Let me handle it. It seems like with the change of positions, comes change of minds,’ replied his father. Seeing Vincent ready to leave the place, he asked, ‘If you are going home, see how your sister is doing.’
‘Hm? I thought she was having lunch,’ Vincent tilted his head before a smile cracked upon his lips.
Eduard pursed his lips and said, ‘She’s small and young, and your sister. You should treat her better, Vincent.’
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Vincent’s lips twitched, the smile spreading on his lips, ‘I am. By keeping her away from me. Even dear mother agrees with it.’
With the continuous disagreements between Lady Annalise and Vincent over the years, Lady Annalise was vexed with Vincent trying to irritate her. With Allie being Lady Annalise’s daughter, Vincent had never bothered to talk or even look in the little girl’s direction.
‘I heard Allie was feeling unwell last evening. If you could drop by for my sake, Vincent,’ said his father, wanting their family together and not wanting to stab each other. ‘I would appreciate it more.’
‘You have appreciated me enough, father. Interesting that my dearest mother has stepped out when her daughter is sick. I will see you at dinner,’ murmured Vincent with a hint of taunt in his words and he stepped out of the room where they had been standing.
When Vincent reached the mansion, Alfie greeted him at the entrance, ‘Welcome back home, Master Vincent.’ The butler helped Vincent remove his overcoat.
‘Did Marceline return from the soiree?’ Questioned Vincent, removing the next coat and dropping it in the butler’s hands.
‘Not yet, Sire. Lady Annalise mentioned about returning in the evening,’ informed Alfie, and the expression on Vincent’s face didn’t change.
‘Get the blood tea prepared and sent to the study room,’ Vincent ordered the butler, while unbuttoning the cuff buttons and rolling his sleeves until his forearms.
‘I will get it right away,’ the butler bowed and left.
Walking through the hallways and walking up the wide and long stairs, Vincent reached the first flight of the stairs. Before he took a left that led to his study room, his footsteps paused, and he turned to look in the right direction.
‘How troublesome,’ sighed Vincent and he made his way up the right stairs.
When he reached the corridor where the piano room was located, he heard a small shriek that belonged to the little girl.
Vincent’s footsteps barely made any noise as he reached a room before the piano room. He harshly kicked the door open, and the door opened with a loud bang. When his eyes fell on the governess and Allie, his eyes narrowed.
‘What the fuck do you think you are doing?’ Vincent’s words were cold and low.
Allie was pinned to the floor by the vampire governess. On hearing Vincent’s voice, the woman turned in shock, not expecting to see him there.
The little girl’s face was smeared with tears and blood, where the red liquid trickled at the side of her neck. She was sobbing.
The governess tried to escape from the room and from Vincent by trying to dash towards the door. But he caught hold of her neck and slammed her head on the ground while his eyes glowed red.
A light crack was heard because of the forceful impact; at the same time, something fell from the governess’s hands. While the vampiress tried to escape Vincent’s grip, his eyes fell on something small and white.
They were fangs that belonged to the little girl.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 73
The small vampiress’s mouth was parted, letting one see the missing fangs with blood dripping from her mouth. She scrambled away, crawling towards the wall until her back touched it.
Slow laughter came from the woman that started to fill the room. She enjoyed what she had done and leered, ‘An eye for an eye. How does it feel that the little girl has no fangs anymore?’
Vincent didn’t loosen his hold on the governess’s neck and questioned, ‘Why did you do it?’
It was because from what he knew, the governess had been treated fairly like the other servants in the mansion.
‘Wouldn’t you want to know? Now your family will know what it means to look down at people just because you people—t-think you can—’
Vincent didn’t let the governess speak further as his fingernails dug deep into the woman’s neck before severing her head from her body. Blood started to spread around the woman’s body. He stood up, pulling out the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his hand clean.
His eyes then shifted to look at the little girl, who was sitting on the floor with her knees pulled close to her. He made his way to where she was. Crouching his body, he placed his fingers below her chin and lifted her face so that he could take a look at her.
It was apparent that the woman had forced the fangs to break them out from Allie’s mouth. The rim of her eyes had turned red and swollen. Light sobs escaped from her mouth. She quickly hugged him, wrapping her small and lean arms around him as he had protected her before the governess could harm her anymore.
Vampires who didn’t have fangs were looked down upon in society. It was unheard of for a vampire to be born without fangs, and it was only those vampires who had committed crimes, were punished, where their fangs were taken out.
A grim expression marred Vincent’s features, and he looked down at the little girl and said,
‘That is enough tears for this year, save some for the next year. I never knew a sister of mine was a cry baby.’
Allie, who was sniffing with silent tears falling from her eyes, stopped and pulled away from Vincent. She tried hard not to cry, but it was only because Vincent had always appeared frightening and unapproachable.
‘A Moriarty doesn’t cry, but make others cry. Unless you have decided to not be one now,’ stated Vincent, and Allie took a deep breath while her lips trembled over what happened. ‘Let us get you cleaned up first.’
When they were about to leave the room, the butler arrived as if he was looking for Vincent and his eyes turned wide in horror.
‘M-master Vincent, what happened here…?’
‘Arrogance,’ replied Vincent, and he said, ‘Get the body out of here and have it placed underground. I will have it inspected later along with the other things.’
Alfie nodded while trying to wrap his mind around what happened, ‘Yes, Master Vincent. I will have it taken out now.’
The butler then noticed Miss Allie hiding behind Vincent, which was a first. When Vincent stepped out of the room, Allie quickly followed him as if she was his shadow, her feet trying to keep up with him.
Returning to the present, where both Vincent and Eve continued to ride inside the carriage, he finished telling her about what happened that left Eve’s mouth hanging open with a deep frown on her forehead.
Eve couldn’t believe that the little girl had been put through something like this. She finally realised what had happened earlier this evening. Allie thought that Eve had noticed her missing fangs, which is why she had asked her to not look at her. She asked him,
“Why did she do it?”
“What do you think?” Vincent’s eyes lightly glowed when they met Eve’s blue eyes.
He then said, “An action committed by someone in the family, it cost Allie’s fangs. It was only a few weeks before you joined the Moriarty mansion did I find that my dearest mother had thrown a maid out of the mansion for her lack of mind in following orders. The woman was not offered work anywhere in Skellington or some other houses. She eventually fell ill and passed away. Her son, with a few others, decided to humiliate and embarrass the family. The goal was fulfilled.”
Considering how Lady Annalise cared about her reputation, it was apparent that she was the most affected one because it was her daughter who was fangless now.
“It was never Miss Allie’s fault,” whispered Eve. “This is why Lady Annalise wants Allie hidden away.”
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, “In a way I guess yes. She was hysterical when she found out what happened, but it was already done,” there was a faint sadistic smile on his lips when he remembered the woman’s face that particular day.
Now that Eve had heard the full story from the man directly, her heart was more at ease at the thought that he wouldn’t put her in a coffin. But at the same time, the story that she heard was heartbreaking. Her heart went out for the little girl, who now felt like black sheep, but then there was a bigger black sheep in the Moriarty family…
Her eyes met Vincent’s eyes. No, this person was not a sheep. While many people were wolves in sheep’s clothing, this one didn’t wear the sheep’s clothing.
The rest of the ride was quiet, where Eve didn’t utter a word and Vincent enjoyed the night view through the carriage’s window. When the carriage reached the town of Meadow, the coachman pulled the horses’ reins.
Eve stepped down from the carriage, carrying her things in her hands, and bowed.
Vincent watched the human turn and make her way towards the gate of her house. Noticing the way her golden blonde hair swayed and his eyes moved near the ground, where his eyes subtly narrowed.
He ordered the coachman, “Start the carriage, Briggs.”
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 74
Eve narrated what happened with Allie and the previous governess to Aunt Aubrey, which left the older woman speechless for a good minute. Two hours had passed since Eve had returned home. Lady Aubrey said,
“Poor girl, no wonder she doesn’t speak much. One would think that the wealthy people have no problems, but each person has his own kind of worries.”
“I don’t understand how anyone could hurt a small girl like Allie,” Eve shook her head in disappointment.
“That’s how people are, Eve. The higher you go up in the ladder of status, the more you will find wolves in sheep clothings. Fangless vampires are reduced to humans,” explained Aunt Aubrey.
Eugene appeared in the room with a tray of two teacups and a hot pot filled with tea.
“Vampires who offend the higher ups, they are often subjected to such treatment. It is why you will find people following rules and they are careful to not cross them. Especially the pureblooded vampires,” explained Aunt Aubrey, and she sipped the tea from the teacup that Eugene had offered her. “It seems like Mr. Moriarty is a commendable man, isn’t he?”
It was pure luck that Eve was his employee, which was why he had dismissed the guard from searching their house. And it made Lady Aubrey see Vincent Moriarty as a decent man.
“I guess he isn’t too bad,” Eve murmured. As arrogant and shameless as he was, one thing was evident that he cared about Miss Allie, she thought in her mind.
Eugene took his seat on the floor, and his hand reached for the shoes that Eve had bought today. He said, “These are really beautiful, Miss Eve. They would look lovely on your feet. Did it… fit?”
Eve shook her head, “They didn’t… but Mr. Moriarty adjusted the insole.”
“What a kind man. It looks like people who work under Mr. Moriarty are fortunate people,” said Aunt Aubrey and Eve only smiled, not wanting to comment about what other things Vincent was good at.
It wasn’t the first time where Eve had trouble when it came to wearing shoes.
Though Eve’s feet appeared just like the humans, still, when it came to wearing new shoes, it often left her with shoe bites and made her more uncomfortable than one often experienced it.
Far away from the town of Meadow, Vincent sat in his study room in the Moriarty mansion. The lantern that was placed on the table burned brightly. Four books were scattered on the table’s surface while he held the fifth one in his hand. He had placed his legs crossed and on the edge of the table.
His dark red eyes swept through the written lines in one of the book’s pages before he swiped the next page, where the whirring sound of paper was heard in the almost quiet room.
A sharp knock was heard from the other side of the door.
“Come in.” Vincent didn’t bother to look up to see the person who entered the door.
It was the butler who had arrived, he refilled the glass with a fine red liquid on the table that belonged to Vincent.
“Any news in the house that I need to know?” Questioned Vincent while continuing to read his book.
The butler slightly bowed and said, “The two servants whom you approved have joined to work in the mansion, Sire. I have assigned them the job to clean the South wing of the mansion. Lady Annalise has sent the invitation to Marques Hooke’s daughter in the hope that they reconsider the marriage proposal with you,” and hearing it, a smile cracked on Vincent’s lips. “Lady Marceline plucked out the new budded flowers that were yet to bloom in the garden.”
Alfie always cared for the Moriarty mansion’s plants and flowers. This wasn’t the first time that Lady Marceline had plucked the flower harshly before it had the opportunity to reach its full potential. And the butler couldn’t say anything as he was only a servant, while Lady Marceline was the daughter of Mr. Eduard Moriarty.
“Seems like Marceline has been feeling lonely and unloved again, which is why she’s back to seeking attention,” hummed Vincent, and he turned to the next page. “Whom did she name them from today?”
“Mr. Frith and Sadler,” Alfie dutifully replied to Vincent, and a chuckle escaped from Vincent’s lips.
“Not one but two. Seems like she’s deprived of attention after all. How about you send something for her tomorrow. Something she will appreciate more than the flowers in the garden better,” Vincent held a wicked glint in his eyes, and Alfie wondered what his master had in mind. “Poor Marcie,” he hummed.
Alfie went to the fireplace and swept the ash to the side before removing it from there so that there was more space for more logs of wood to burn in there.
“Alife, how good is your knowledge when it comes to the vampire body?” Vincent questioned his butler, and Alfie looked slightly bashful.
“Average, Sire. Do I need to count a body’s bones?” came the serious question from Alfie.
“Then you must be familiar with the vampire’s feet?” Vincent continued to question, and Alfie nodded. “Did you know that we creatures have very subtle differences when it comes to our feet from humans? The vampires and the werewolves’ base skeleton is the same, while we both have obvious differences when it comes to outward appearance.”
“I wasn’t aware of it. I have mostly counted the bones that were broken in people before burying them,” the butler solemnly replied. “Why do you ponder on it, Sire?”
Vincent’s eyes went back to look at the book he had been reading before closing it. The flame of the lantern reflected in his eyes, flickering in there as he said, “Just a little case that I was able to get my hands on.”
He had never paid attention to anyone’s feet until now, and today was the first time he took note of it. Though Genevieve Barlow was a human, and so were her feet; there was something that he couldn’t put his finger on.
The next day, Eve left her home in a hurry as she was late getting to the local carriages stationed in their town. But on her way, she met Noah standing in front of his carriage at the end of the street. When she reached the place, they bowed at each other.
“Good morning, Noah. It is a pleasant surprise to see you here,” said Eve, while he stared at her with his black eyes.
“Good morning, Genevieve. I was passing by after finishing my work, when I decided to meet you on your way to work,” replied Noah, his words polite and calm.
“Oh, yes,” said Eve, her eyes moving in the direction where the local carriages would be. “I am actually late in catching the carriage. Forgive me for my rudeness, but I need to go quickly, lest I want to miss it.”
The smile on Noah’s lips slightly pulled outwards, and he said, “You are indeed late. The local carriage left ten minutes ago.”
“Huh?” Eve quickly took out her pocket watch, flipping it open, and she showed him. “I still have five minutes.”
Noah took the pocket watch in his hand and said, “I believe your watch has stopped working.” At the same time, the tower bell in their town rang loud enough for Eve to realise he was right. Her watch had stopped working, and she was going to be late! He offered her, “I wouldn’t mind dropping you at Skellington as I am going that way. That is if you don’t mind.”
Eve now sat in Noah’s carriage. She was thankful for Noah’s offer as she would have had to wait another hour to catch the next carriage. Aunt Aubrey and Eugene had left home a few minutes early as the elderly woman had to travel up to the West to meet an acquaintance of Mr. Dawson.
“Thank you for the ride, Noah. I cannot tell how much I appreciate it,” Eve thanked while looking at him.
“It is no trouble at all. As your friend, it is the least I could do. Do not worry. Kieran will drop you at your work on time,” Noah assured her after seeing a deep frown on her face.
Eve nodded and smiled at Noah.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 75
Eve looked down at her pocket watch and tapped her finger on its surface. She would need to get it repaired, she thought in her mind. Noticing Noah looking at her, she offered a sheepish smile before slipping it into her pocket dress. She asked him,? fr𝗲𝚎w𝒆𝚋𝘯𝚘ѵel. c𝗼𝐦
“Did your work in the morning go well? The one you visited in the morning,” she added.?
“Yes, it did. It was something that was brought to my attention before dawn and I had to be there. Thank you for asking,” he answered her. “How are the people for whom you are working?” there was a look of curiousness in his black eyes that Eve failed to catch.?
“They are just like how most of the high-class families in Skellington are, I think,” replied Eve with a little smile.?
“I am glad that you didn’t conclude that all high-class families are like that,” the corner of his eyes crinkled, and Eve’s eyes fell on the beauty mark below his left eye.?
“Ah, that, yes,” her eyes moved back to meet his black eyes. She said, “You are from a high class family too, Noah. You must have had good people around you to have grown up like this. I mean you are a decent and well-mannered man.”
The crinkle in the corner of Noah’s eyes subtly disappeared, and he asked, “Why do you say that. Has someone troubled you?”
Eve quickly shook her head and said, “Of course, not. No one has troubled me. I just meant to say that you are a good person. Because you offer to help me even though we don’t belong to the same status.”
“Status can be easily discarded if the person is important,” Noah’s calm and collected words struck a chord in Eve’s chest, and she stared into his eyes. She dully realized that in Meadow, she had never seen him converse with other people much.?
Unmarried women of her town were not wrong in vying for his affections. He was a gentleman who Eve believed would keep his future wife happy.?
Realizing they were staring at each other for long, Eve quickly lowered her eyes and cleared her throat.?
Noah asked her, “Genevieve, if at any time there’s anything or anyone troubling you, I am always here to help. After all, we are no strangers now but friends,” and Eve gave him a nod.?
“Thank you for your kind words. I will remember it,” said Eve, and Noah offered her a soft smile.?
“I without a doubt believe that you are doing a wonderful job in being a governess. But,” Noah paused, catching her attention, “There is never a shortage for work, and there will be plenty more families who would love to accept you for your work. That is only if people give you a hard time.”
Eve was more than grateful to Noah for ensuring that the current family she was working for were not mistreating her. When they reached the town of Skellington, the coachman brought the carriage right in front of the Moriarty mansion’s gates and stopped.?
And while the carriage stopped, Lady Annalise, Marceline and Eduard, who stood waiting for their coachman to bring a carriage around as Senior Mr. Moriarty was going out, noticed a fairly decent-looking carriage.?
“Whose carriage is that?” Questioned Marceline, looking at the polished wood of the carriage and the four horses tied to its front. “I don’t think I have seen that carriage around here before.”
“I don’t know if I should be awed or worried that you have so much time to be looking at every passing carriage from here, Marcie,” murmured her father, seeing the coachman bring the carriage and bring it in front of him. “Did the man come for you?” Asked Eduard.?
With the thought her father put in Marceline’s mind, her chin raised along with her nose, and she wondered who the man was. He had dark hair and with only his back visible to them, he seemed decent.?
“May be he has,” replied Marceline, and she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.?
The dark-haired man didn’t enter through the gates of the mansion. Instead, he stood at the carriage’s door. It was when Eve was stepping down from the carriage, it left Lady Annalise and Marceline speechless.?
“Look at that, it is the governess and she’s come in a four-horse pulled carriage,” remarked Eduard, and at the same time, Lady Annalise’s eyes slightly narrowed. Was the human trying to show off that she had a carriage too? But it was obvious that it didn’t belong to her. Senior Mr. Moriarty then said, “Isn’t that wonderful, honey? Now you don’t have to worry about people talking of Vincent picking up a governess from a low-class.”?
Unknowingly adding a spark of fire in the sizzling oil, Senior Mr. Moriarty stepped inside the carriage and left the place heading out of Skellington. On the other hand, Eve, who was getting down from the carriage, her umbrella got stuck, and she took a second before being able to bring it out along with her.?
When Noah turned to the side, talking to Eve, Marceline couldn’t believe that the human was talking to someone like him. The younger vampiress commented,
“He doesn’t seem like someone from Meadow, does he? Looks like our governess has quite some connection.”
“The people of Meadow cannot afford more than two horses. The earth will tear itself apart if it did happen. Trying to behave as if they are better than us,” Lady Annalise’s words were directed at Eve, who continued to speak with the wealthy man. “Hmph,” she turned and stepped inside the mansion while leaving Marceline alone.?
Outside the gates of the Moriarty mansion, Eve bowed at Noah and said,
“Thank you for the ride. I have reached earlier than I usually do, thanks to you.” She turned and offered a bow to the coachman, who smiled at her. She said to Noah, “Take care of yourself, and I hope your work today is easy.”
“I hope it is the same for you too, Genevieve,” responded Noah, and his eyes shifted to look at the mansion before he offered a polite bow to Eve.
Eve stepped inside the gates of the Moriarty mansion and when she turned, she noticed Noah step inside the carriage and leave.? As she made her way towards the entrance, she saw Lady Marceline standing outside, who offered her a sweet and polite smile,
“Good morning, Ms. Barlow.”
At the same time, Duke Noah’s carriage moved farther away from the Moriarty mansion. The coachman who was driving the carriage heard the Duke question him,
“When is the ball hosted in the Moriarty mansion?”
The coachman, slightly turned to look at the little open window and he answered, “In two days, Sire.” Seeing how they had stopped the carriage in front of the pureblooded vampire’s mansion, he asked,? “Are you worried about Ms. Barlow, Sire?”?
“Not for now,” murmured Noah, and he sighed. “Who would have thought that out of all the families, she was working for the pureblooded vampire family,” he said to himself, looking outside the window before looking at his reflection in the closed window, where his black eyes stared back at him.?
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