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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 166 Like to see you walk
When Vincent Moriarty’s carriage stopped in front of Dawson’s residence, Mr. Briggs got down from his seat and stood in front of the door, waiting for his Master’s command to open it.
Inside the carriage, Eve turned to Vincent and said, “Master Vincent, there is something that has been on my mind and wanted to ask.”
“I could tell with the way you were fidgeting the entire way here,” came the calm words from Vincent, waiting for her to speak.
“If I may speak,” said Eve while looking straight in his eyes. “Why did you tell me to stop looking for my mother’s murderer when you killed your mother’s killer? Don’t you think it is–“
“Hypocritical?” Questioned Vincent and Eve gave him a nod.
“Yes.”
“For one my opponent was a human and I am a vampire. While you are a mermaid, and don’t know who you are going up against. What if it is a pureblooded vampire like me?” Vincent noticed the subtle frown on the young woman’s forehead. He said, “I thought you decided to let go of it.”.
“I did…” Eve replied in a soft voice.
Vincent sighed, “I hope my story didn’t inspire you, not all stories turn out great. They can turn into a disaster,” he joked while one corner of his lips curled.
“It is just that, when I was in the dungeon, there was a prisoner next to my cell and he knew my mother. He mentioned Hart.”
“Heart?”
Eve shook her head, “No. Not the one in the chest but the person from the Inner Circle. Mr. Hart who was present in the hearing which I attended.”
Vincent whistled at the mention of Mr. Hart and said, “What a small world we live in. Your mother must have moved in a very high circle, because Mr. Hart isn’t an average man. How sure are you that this is the same person you are looking for?”
“I don’t think he is the person who killed my mother, but it is a good lead, right?” Eve held an anxious look in her eyes.
Vincent stared back at her and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? Once you step into this side of the world, there’s no way out.”
Eve pursed her lips before replying, “I think my one foot has been there for a long time.”
While Vincent and Eve sat inside the carriage talking, without realising the time that had passed since they had arrived in front of the house, Eugene peeked through the windows of the curtains.
“Is it Eve, Eugene?” Lady Aubrey inquired, walking into the hall. “And what are you doing behind the curtains instead of opening the door?” It was because, like Eugene, she had heard the carriage stop in from the house.
Eugene continued to stare at the carriage through the gaps in the curtains and said, “I don’t think it is Ms. Hooke’s carriage. Do you think it is an official’s carriage?”
Lady Aubrey’s eyebrows furrowed in question, and she came to where Eugene was standing. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked at the parked carriage right in front of the small gates of their house.
“By the looks of the coachman standing in front of the carriage door, I don’t think it is any official. Not to mention, it is quite late in the night,” Lady Aubrey hummed in wonderment.
Inside the carriage, Vincent unblinkingly said, “Your one foot might be in the darkness, but your other foot is still in the light. It is never too late to pull back from the darkness.”
But every time Eve tried to do it, something pulled her back into it, not letting her mind be at peace. She asked Vincent,
“Why didn’t you?” When Vincent tilted his head, she said, “You never thought of coming to the light?”
Mirth danced in the vampire’s coppery-red eyes and leaned towards her, “I was elbow deep since the beginning, and some of us are better suited to be in the dark than light. It is where we find solace. There is something delightful and addictive to the side where I am.”
Vincent raised his hand and knocked on the window. On cue, Mr. Briggs turned and opened the carriage door for the lady. When Eve stepped down, she noticed Aunt Aubrey and Eugene standing at the window, peeking through. But they weren’t the only ones staring at the carriage and her.
Her neighbour, Mrs. Edwards and her daughter stood outside on the patio of her house, craning their necks now and then to see who the carriage belonged. Vincent didn’t step out of the carriage. But he did bring himself to the window that he opened, placing his hand on the window sill and his head slightly peeking out.
Mrs. Edwards couldn’t stop murmuring, and they gossiped.
“You seem to have some nosey neighbours,” remarked Vincent.
Realising she was still wearing Vincent’s coat, Eve quickly removed it and handed it to the coachman.
Eve said, “Thank you for the ride Mr. Briggs.”
“You are welcome, milady,” the coachman offered his deep bow, and he walked around to climb and sit on the driver’s seat.
Eve then turned to look at Vincent, who watched her as if observing something about her. She offered the vampire a bow and said, “Have a goodnight, Master Vincent.”
“Mm,” responded Vincent, watching the bright blue eyes of the mermaid staring back at him. When she turned and walked towards the gate, opening the latch of it, he said to himself, “Sometimes when a person from light enters the darkness, the person doesn’t turn dark, but their lights exhaust to never live on any side.”
Eve opened the gate and pushed it open. But instead of stepping inside, she turned and her eyes met his, where he had not stopped watching her.
“Missing me already?” Vincent asked her with a wicked smile.
Eve’s lips twitched, and she asked, “Why aren’t you leaving?” Was he waiting for her to invite him into her house?
“I couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you walk,” for a moment, Eve didn’t get what Vincent meant. Her cheeks turned red when she did.
Locking her hands behind her bottom, she quickly made her way towards the door where Eugene opened it, and seeing her fume brought a chuckle out of Vincent.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 167 Like my brother
The night was calm and quiet. In one of the bedrooms of the first storey of the Dawson’s, Eve slept with the blanket that covered the lower half of her body. The white translucent curtains gently moved away from the windows when the wind entered through the gaps of the slightly ajar window.
When a creak sound came from outside Eve’s room, her sleep broke, and her eyes opened. Continuing to hear the creek, she turned worried and pushed the blanket aside before placing both her feet on the ground. Picking up the blown-out candle, she lit the end from the fireplace and opened the door that led to darkness.
Hearing the creaking sound coming from below now, Eve climbed down the stairs with the candle in front of her.
KNOCK!
Eve heard the harsh knocks on the main door that startled her. She turned to look in the direction of the wall clock. But before she could take a proper look, the wind that escaped through the window’s little gaps blew out the candle’s light and made a whistling sound.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Hearing the sharp knocks against the house’s main door, she shivered around in fear and anxiousness while being surrounded by darkness.
“Who is it?” Eve asked the person on the other side of the main door.
She knew a person was standing on the other side because of the shadow on the ground that she could see through the gap below the door. Gathering courage, she placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, only to be greeted with no one standing outside. She placed her foot outside the door, and the next moment, her eyes widened on seeing the town had caught fire.
Eve could hear the screams of the men and women, children who cried for help. Smoke moved up in the air, and it was…evening. She turned to call for Aunt Aubrey and Eugene’s help, but she was greeted by a wall.
When Eve turned back to look outside the house, there stood Vincent in front of her and staring at her..
“What are you doing here?” She asked him in surprise.
Vincent raised his hand forward that held a gun and placed its nozzle on her forehead, “Here to kill you.”
Eve’s sight fell on Vincent’s fingers that was around the trigger, and he pulled it–
Eve suddenly woke up with a gasp, sweat covering her forehead because of the dream she had just dreamt. As if that wasn’t enough, she heard someone knocking on the main door again, and she couldn’t help but turn worried. This couldn’t be a dream again, could it?
She quickly descended the stairs, noticing Eugene walking towards the main door, and at the same time, Aunt Aubrey stepped out of her room.
“Who is at the door at this hour of the night?” Lady Aubrey questioned, adjusting the shawl around her shoulders.
Eve reached where Eugene was, where he opened the door, and they noticed it was one of the town’s guards.
“Is everything alright?” Eve asked the town’s guard, who shook his head.
“We received information from the authorities that a group of rogue werewolves were seen heading in the direction towards our town. They have already found two bodies that were left on the streets, bleeding and body torn,” the guard held a grim and tired look as he was woken up from his sleep. He continued, “Apart from thieves now, we have to worry about these lawless creatures trying to hunt and kill us. Better to lock all your doors and windows tightly.”
“Do you know where they came from?” Eve inquired the guard.
“We believe they came from the northern part of Ezrach, but the authorities aren’t sure because the people in charge have denied having any rogue werewolves,” answered the guard, “Goodnight then.” The guard appeared to be in a hurry wanting to inform every other house he was supposed to be before he could secure his own life.
“Goodnight,” Eve murmured while looking outside the house, where everything was calm.
“You heard the man. Lock up all the windows and doors,” said Lady Aubrey.
“That we already do, milady,” replied Eugene, as he didn’t want to wake up to a vampire drinking his blood. “I will check again.”
When the following day arrived, the town folks woke up to gossip about the rogue werewolves. Some went as far as to lie that they saw the werewolves next to their houses just so that they could gain attention from others.
Eve’s wounds that she had received from the dungeon guard and the glass piece that she had stepped on were all healed. She was back to her earlier health, and right now, she walked on the streets of her town, making her way to the local carriage’s stop.
“Good morning, Genevieve!”
Mrs. Edwards stood with three more ladies, fulfilling their life’s purpose by sharing information about what they had heard and seen the previous day.
“Good morning, Mrs. Edwards. Mrs. Humphrey. Mrs. Shepherd. Mrs. Torres,” Eve politely greeted all the four ladies with a bow and smile.
The other four ladies returned her gesture, and the shortest woman out of the four, which was Mrs. Torres asked Eve,
“How are you doing now, dear? We came to hear that your face was swollen a few days ago and that you were sick. It is good to see that it is all better now.”
Eve knew they had heard about it from Mrs. Edwards. Her smile didn’t fall, but it only widened. She replied, “Thank you for asking. Yes I had a bad fall with the stones when I went to the forest to wash the clothes at the bank of the river.”
“How terrible!” Mrs. Humphrey remarked with an overly concerned voice and quickly grabbed Eve’s chin to inspect her face. “It would have been bad if it left a mark on your beautiful face. I heard Pat visited you.”
“He did?” Eve hadn’t heard about it from Eugene nor Aunt Aubrey. “I don’t think he did.”
Mrs. Humphrey lightly laughed and said, “Aubrey probably chased him away. Didn’t let any of us visit you, telling you needed to rest as if we would eat you. Actually, we were worried that your new job had to do something with it. My son was ready to go and speak to your employer too. I don’t understand why you are working when you can marry Pat and live a comfortable life. If work is what you are looking for, you can make me a grandmother,” she laughed again.
As enthusiastic and stubborn Patrick Humphrey was in courting Eve, which everyone knew, his mother was no less compared to him.
As awkward as it was for Eve, she replied, “Pardon me, Mrs. Humphrey. Your son is a good person but I do not see him that way. In fact, I see him as my brother as we grew up together.”
Mrs. Humphrey couldn’t believe that Eve had rejected her remarkable son just like that. Unless her son has done something to cross Eve. But at the same time, Mrs. Humphrey was proud of her son. She would definitely have a word with her son about this.
Mrs. Torres waved her hand at Mrs. Humphrey, and said, “Haven’t you heard that Genevieve is being courted by a far more handsome and wealthy man. Isn’t that right, dear?”
Eve smiled at how she became the topic of discussion among these older women. Did the rogue werewolf gossip die already? She cleared her throat and said,
“I don’t think I know what you are talking about.”
Mrs. Edwards hit Eve’s shoulder and said, “There is no need to hide now. Tell us everything.”
“Maybe you should tell me, because I have no idea what you all are talking about,” replied Eve with a confused expression and looked at them.
Mrs. Edwards smiled, looking at Eve, and Eve smiled right back with her eyebrows raised. The older woman then asked, “Who was that man who came by to drop you home late in the night yesterday.”
“It wasn’t too late and that was my employer,” Eve laughed and shook her head at how these women jumped to conclusions.
“Your employer gives you his coat to wear?” Mrs. Edwards’s smile lowered, and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Not to mention it was quite late, wasn’t it?”
The older women looked no less to hyenas circling their prey, their prey being the juicy gossip they could get their hands on.
“The answer is right there in your question, Mrs. Edwards,” Eve pointed and continued, “It was late and cold. My employer was only making sure that I reached home safely.”
“Hmph,” Mrs. Humphrey harrumphed.
Mrs. Torres’s eyebrows furrowed, and she asked Eve curiously, “Don’t you work for a night creature’s family? I didn’t know that they were good. After all, werewolves are fine, but vampires–Oh no.”
Now under the intense gaze of the four women, Mrs. Edwards’ stare was the hardest on Eve, as she was the one to catch sight of the carriage in front of Dawson’s residence.
Eve nodded while smiling, “My employer has excellent manners. He has unmatched kindness that I fall short of words. Always helpful and never hurts anyone by his words or thoughts.” Just saying those words, which wasn’t entirely true, brought goosebumps all over her skin. “He was only ensuring the governess who worked in his mansion didn’t fall sick as I just recovered.”
“He does sound like a perfect gentleman. Carla here told us that he was quite stunning to look at, is that so?” Mrs. Shepherd tried to verify with Eve.
Eve thought before giving a half nod, “One could say that I think…” Her eyes fell on where the local carriage’s coachman looked at her, and she said, “As much as I would love to continue to discuss it, I am running late to work. Ladies.”
Offering a bow, she made haste to where the local carriage stood and climbed inside to travel to Skellington.
Though Eve had long left the place, Mrs. Edwards couldn’t help but feel something was fishy with her neighbour’s niece. It was because the wound she had seen on Eve’s face didn’t look like a light slip and fall, instead, it looked like someone hit her. She said,
“I am sure that the carriage that came yesterday and the one that came the other day were the same. Genevive is hiding something.”
On the other hand, Mrs. Humphrey was still miffed that the young lady had openly refused her son’s affections. She replied,
“Maybe she is hiding something. If the bruise didn’t come from the fall as you say, maybe it did come from her employer and she’s being paid for it to keep mum?”
Mrs. Torres frowned and said, “Didn’t you hear what the girl said? Her employer is a good man. I have to cook for lunch now,” and the four women dispersed from there.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 168 Back to work
On reaching the Moriarty mansion, Eve walked straight to the piano room. Keeping her things aside, she pulled out the book from the rack that she would be teaching Allie today.
When the young vampiress appeared at the door, seeing Eve, her eyes widened, and she quickly ran to where Eve was before crashing against her legs and putting her arms around Eve.
“And I am very excited to see you too,” Eve chuckled, noticing how Allie didn’t pull away from her for five seconds.
“I missed you,” whispered Allie and hearing the words, Eve’s heart warmed.
“I missed you too, Miss Allie,” Eve gently stroked the little girl’s head. “Forgive me for missing our classes together for a week.”
Realising she was standing too close to Eve, Allie took a step back with bright cheeks and said, “Brother said you were sick. Did you eat something bad in the ball? Are you doing better now?”.
Eve enjoyed listening to Allie speak as she sounded nothing less than a kitten. But then, over the time they had spent with each other, they had grown comfortable and closer to each other, enough for the little one to trust and speak to her finally.
“I am doing much better now,” Eve assured the little girl while feeling slightly guilty on noticing the worried look on Allie’s face. “Why don’t you tell me what you did during the week I wasn’t here, and we can see where to pick up with your studies.”
Allie quickly nodded, but before she sat at the table, she quickly went to the door and closed it so they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone.
Hours passed quicker in the Moriarty mansion and it was peaceful. When she was done with her work for the day, she picked up her things before bolting out of the piano room.
But right around the corner of one of the corridors stood Lady Marceline and Lady Annalise, discussing the soiree they had attended this noon and had returned only a few minutes ago.
Eve offered a bow to the vampiress, and though Marceline acknowledged Eve’s presence, Lady Annalise turned her face in the other direction before walking away.
“I am so glad that I was able to meet you before you left the mansion. There was something I wanted to talk to you about. If you don’t mind,” Marceline showed Eve the way as if it was not wanting anyone to listen to them speak.
Eve nodded, wondering what the vampiress wanted to talk about. She found it hard to believe that Lady Marceline had gone through the same trauma as Vincent because she appeared more than pleasant.
When they reached a corridor which led to the inner garden of the mansion, somewhere Eve had never come to see. Marceline said, “I hope you are adjusting fine with Allie’s studies. It’s because I know it is hard to pick up things after a week’s break from work.”
“We picked up fine, Lady Marceline. Miss Allie is a hard working girl, and enthusiastic when it comes to learning. Thank you for your concern,” Eve replied, noticing the vampiress offer her a kind smile.
“That is good to hear. I was worried that you would find it hard, especially after suffering a fever that had you sick for a week?” Marceline’s eyes met Eve’s, who nodded and returned the smile. The vampiress continued, “When I was young, we had a little difficulty with the governess’s and my studies were never on the right track. I now think, how lucky Allie is to have you as her governess.”
Though the two young women almost walked next to each other, if one looked closely, they would be able to notice how the vampiress’s footsteps moved faster than Eve, as if wanting to be ahead of her.
A soft smile appeared on Eve’s lips, and she offered, “I don’t think it is ever too late to learn anything. You are always welcome to join Miss Allie and me in the piano room.”
If Marceline had not already perfected the art of smiling, her smile now would have appeared to be tight, as she found it laughable to sit and learn with her younger sister by this measly human.
Marceline led Eve to one side of the inner garden, before they sat on one of the benches surrounded by bushes and beautiful-looking flowers. One of the servants appeared with a tray, and the vampiress politely asked,
“Would you like to have some tea?”
“I think I am fine,” replied Eve with the thought that she still had to travel and didn’t want to get down from the carriage as her stomach felt full.
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“I insist,” Marceline waved her hand for the servant to come near and serve them the tea. Offering each of them one cup, the servant walked backwards and went to stand near the other side so that he could pick up the used glasses when the women would finish drinking it.
Marceline took a sip from the cup, the smile on her face blooming further, and she turned to look at Eve, as the human was yet to take a sip. Feeling slightly pressured, Eve took a sip, and her eyebrows rose in surprise. She said,
“This is really good.”
Marceline looked as if Eve was stating something obvious that everyone already knew. She then said,
“The Moriarty’s always pick the finest things and the best. It is how our family has thrived, being pureblooded vampires, but that is something that you already know,” the vampiress softly chuckled. “It is unfortunate that we didn’t have enough to sit and discuss how you found the ball I hosted.”
“You were an excellent host, Lady Marceline. Every guest who attended praised you,” saying this, Eve brought the teacup to her lips and sipped it just when Marceline said,
“I wanted to ask if there is something going on between you and my brother Vinc–“
Marceline’s words were cut short as Eve spat the tea on the vampiress’s dress due to the question. The vampiress found it hard to keep a straight face along with a smile that faltered.
“I am so sorry, what?”
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 169 Curiousness of the vampiress
Eve apologetically looked at Marceline for spewing her tea on the vampiress’s expensive dress, which was light-coloured. Though the lady didn’t scold her for ruining her dress, she could tell the vampiress tried not to look upset with her.
“I am extremely sorry for that,” Eve apologised to Marceline, who had frozen for a moment.
“It’s… It’s alright. It isn’t like you did it on purpose,” said Marceline, while her red eyes met Eve’s blue eyes in slight suspicion. When the useless human went to offer her the handkerchief, the vampiress refused, “That’s fine. I have to change my dress in a few minutes. The maid will remove the stain after that.”
Eve had not meant for it to happen, and she internally cursed. It was one thing to spill tea from the cup and a whole different thing to spray it from her mouth.
As if not wanting to drink the tea anymore, Marceline placed the teacup on her side, and Eve did the same as she didn’t want to cause another mishap.
Marceline politely smiled and continued with her earlier words, “As I was saying earlier, is there something going on between you and my brother?”
“He is my employer, and I work here as Miss Allie’s governess,” Eve didn’t understand why everyone was so keen on knowing what was happening between her and Vincent when nothing was happening.
The vampiress didn’t look convinced and said, “I know you both are hiding a secret from everyone else. You do not have to hide it from me, I am a very good secret keeper. I saw you and he leave the ballroom that night, and I found it to be quite strange that Vincent, who loves blood, would leave the mermaid I bought to the mansion without tasting it once.”
Marceline’s words had Eve sweat a little..
Eve asked, “Master Vincent was only helping me with a little injury of mine.”
“Injury?” Marceline behaved oblivious about the shard of glass she had placed for Eve to step on. Eve gave her a nod.
“I know I shouldn’t say this, but I find it quite strange that my brother who doesn’t like to get involved with anyone, especially their problems, would help you. He’s never refused blood. Did he drink from you?” Marceline’s words were direct, and Eve didn’t know if she should refuse or agree.
And though Eve didn’t utter a word, Marceline realised her brother had drank this human’s blood.
“Is that what you wanted to know, Lady Marceline?” Eve wanted to leave the mansion as quickly as possible, but Marceline wasn’t done talking to her.
“No,” Marceline continued to smile while saying, “I know my brother the best, and if he didn’t drink blood from a possible human who was near him, that wouldn’t be him,” the vampiress placed her hand on Eve’s hand that was resting on the bench to comfort her.
It would have been astonishing if her brother hadn’t taken a bite from the human yet working for them for so long. Though Marceline and her brother didn’t get along the way she wanted to, at the same time, she didn’t want her brother to be having any feelings towards this lowly woman.
But the words that came from Marceline’s mouth was, “I wanted to know if you and my brother did something more than just give and take blood,” her eyes curiously looked at Eve’s expressions.
“What more is there to do?” Eve couldn’t remember for her life what else she and Vincent had done except bicker with each other. Having never considered Vincent in a romantic way, Eve’s thoughts never crossed in the direction Marceline was talking.
Marceline didn’t know if this governess was purposely behaving to be dumb about what she just asked. She lowered her voice, “If he’s taken you to his bedroom.”
Eve was glad that she hadn’t taken another sip of tea, else, this time, she would have sprayed the tea straight at Marceline’s face. She cleared her throat and replied, “No, he hasn’t, Lady Marceline.”
“Please don’t take me wrong. If you both are in love, I will be more than happy to support the relationship. We would be sisters then,” Marceline’s smile seemed so genuine that even Eve failed to see what was going on. The vampiress continued, “I tell you this only because we are close and you are a good person. My brother has never taken any women to the dance floor, even if he has, women have come crying from there. My brother has broken quite a lot of women’s hearts, and I would be upset if he did the same to you.”
“I assure you, Lady Marceline, that is the last thing you need to worry about. I mean, Master Vincent is only my employer and nothing more than that,” Eve wondered if today was the day of awkwardness.
“You aren’t attracted to him?” This time Marceline’s question appeared as if Eve was indirectly telling her that Vincent was bad to look at.
“I am sure the average woman would find him attractive, but no, he isn’t the man for me,” Eve pulled out her hand beneath Marceline’s hand and waved it in front of her.
“Then have you found someone already?” Marceline’s eyes turned bright in question.
“No, I don’t have my sights on anyone. Right now my focus is my job as a governess,” Eve cleared the vampiress’s doubts.
Marceline felt at ease, believing this human was as miserable as her by not having any man next to her. The vampiress wasn’t fond of humans, but she liked to humour and show them where they belonged, which was beneath her. She didn’t want Eve to be part of her family, nor did she want Eve to pursue Noah Sullivan.
Though Marceline had been careful, she slipped when she said, “How unfortunate, I hope you will find a person to live your life with. I was hoping that you would join Noah and I along with the person you plan to court for a good meal.”
Eve stared right into Marceline’s eyes for a good two seconds, she didn’t respond, that had the vampiress blink at her. Eve then said,
“I didn’t know you and Noah are together.”
“We are,” the smile on Marceline’s lips were sweeter than the berries in the Winter. “Why? Do you find it surprising?” She asked Eve.
Eve calmly said, “It is because the Duke is courting Lady Anaya Chambers.”
This was enough for the smile on Marceline’s disappear, appearing as if she had swallowed something sour. A soft laugh escaped from the wealthy vampiress’s lips, and she said,
“I don’t think I have heard about this. Are you sure you haven’t mistaken it? The Duke and I have been exchanging letters, and he has been sending me gifts,” Marceline turned to one side of the inner garden and said, “Do you see those flowers that are white in colour? He said he found me as pure as them.”
Eve knew Noah longer than she knew Marceline, which was why she knew Noah would never promise two women at a time.
Marceline suddenly turned upset, and she covered her face with her hands. When she pulled her hands away, the vampiress had unshed tears in her eyes, and she whispered,
“I cannot believe that this is happening. I thought he liked me, and there’s another woman.”
Unprepared for Marceline’s tears, where the rim of her eyes quickly turned red along with her nose, Eve gently patted Marceline’s back and tried to console her,
“It must be a misunderstanding from my side.”
“No wonder I didn’t receive any response from him today” Marceline took a deep breath. “If I ask, it might seem desperate. Can you ask him to meet me?”
Marceline had cornered Eve with her request, and Eve nodded, “I will see what I can do, Lady Marceline. Please don’t be sad.”
Eve watched Marceline softly sniffle before wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. Somewhere she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the woman, after all, she had gone through the same loss as Vincent.
Marceline said, “Don’t tell him I told you anything. Who knows if he might come to dislike that I discussed him with another person.”
The Moriarty’s butler, who had come to call Ms. Barlow, his eyebrows went up. They would have disappeared behind his hairline after witnessing Lady Marceline sitting next to the governess and crying. Because it was Lady Marceline, who made others cry and not the other way round.
It seemed like Ms. Barlow was indeed not just special but great. Alfie thought it because he had received his fair share of scoldings from his young mistress.
He cleared his throat and informed, “Ms. Barlow, Master Vincent has told you to meet him before you leave.”
Eve gave him a nod, and Alfie left the place.
Marceline whispered to Eve, “Thank you so much, Ms. Barlow. You are a good person.”
When Eve walked away from there, the pitiful expression on Marceline’s face changed, and her face turned blank.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 170 Mask that molds
Music Recommendation: A scrap of ribbon- Thomas Newman
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Before Eve entered the study room, where Vincent was, the butler had already informed him of what he saw in the garden and had left the room to continue with his work in the mansion.
Eve knocked on the door and heard Vincent’s voice, “Come in.”
She pushed the door and was about to enter when she was greeted by the wide smile on Vincent’s lips. She wondered what had happened and closed the door behind her. The study room was bright, with curtains pulled to the sides and rays of light passing through the windows.
“You wanted to see me?” Unable to keep her curiosity, she asked, “Why are you smiling?” The smile held nothing but mischief in it.
“I thought only I had the ability to make my sister cry. I didn’t know you specialised in it too. But then, considering the imaginative positions, I would call it crocodile tears,” chimed Vincent, raising his hand and pointing at one of the chairs in front of the table, where he sat behind the desk. “Sit.”.
“Crocodile tears? I mean, I know what crocodile tears are,” said Eve, pulling the chair back before taking a seat. “Why would she need to do that?”
“Fake tears are often used to gain sympathy. She seems to have taken quite an interest in you,” pointed Vincent, while letting his back lean against the plush chair he sat on. Eve noticed how he liked to look people in their eyes without letting his eyes wander, keeping her attention.
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“How strange that you both have the same thoughts,” Eve muttered. On receiving a look from her employer, she said, “I don’t think you should drop me home next time.”
“I didn’t know you were looking forward to seeing me drop you home. Such a cute thing, already getting attached to me,” Vincent lightly teased her, and he saw Eve’s eyes flare, which amused him.
“People have started to gossip if something is going on between us. They want to know more about you, and your sister thought that we… we,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “Did something that we were not supposed to do.”
“Kill someone?” Vincent tilted his head.
“No,” replied Eve.
“Killed someone’s pet?” Vincent continued with his guess.
“N-not that–“
Vincent interrupted her and asked, “Killed someone’s–“
“Why does it have to be killing people?” Eve looked at Vincent with a frown.
“It is a fun thing to do. Don’t judge people’s hobbies just because they don’t coincide with yours,” Vincent gave her a pointed look before he grinned. “My sister doesn’t cry in front of anybody, sometimes not even fake one’s. Which is why if I were you, I would watch my back.”
Eve pursed her lips. Vincent had warned her before about Marceline. But when the vampiress was in front of her, it was hard to believe that there was something she had to be worried about. She said,
“She was upset that Noah is now accompanying Lady Anaya.”
“Ah, my favourite subject of conversation with you!” Vincent exclaimed in an enthusiastic tone.
Eve said to him, “I feel like Lady Marceline misunderstood something.”
Vincent asked her, “Like?”
“She made it seem like the Duke was courting her and Lady Anaya at a time. That he writes to her but didn’t write today,” on hearing Eve’s words, Vincent started to chuckle. “Was she lying?”
Vincent leaned forward, placing his hands on the surface of the desk, and he said, “The next time you should ask her to show the letters the Duke has written to her. My dear sister is a social butterfly, but people find it hard to stay by her side, just like me. We Moriarty siblings like to chase people away.”
Eve couldn’t believe that a woman of Lady Marceline’s status would lie about something like that.
“Marceline likes to send flowers to herself in the name of the amiable men she meets in the soiree. Sometimes even gifts or letters,” stated Vincent, while resting his chin on the back of his hand. “Of course, it isn’t like she is short on receiving flowers from her admirers, but they aren’t the admirers she wants. You seem to be surprised.”
“I am…” replied Eve. She shook her head and said, “Lady Marceline is pretty. She comes from a good family, from the high society of elites.”
“Reputation,” said Vincent.
“Reputation?” Eve asked, slightly confused. The Moriartys were not just vampires but from the bloodline of pureblooded vampires.
Vincent stood up from his seat, walking away from the desk where Eve was seated. He came to stand near the window, staring outside the window, he stated,
“After we returned back to our usual lives from the abduction, Marceline took it the hardest because of what she did to her friend. She was an errant spoiled child, but she got the boy killed. The other children there told their parents and word started to spread on what happened. I never cared much for it, but Marceline’s snarky snobbish behaviour disappeared.”
“… isn’t that a good thing?”
Vincent turned to look at Eve with a serious expression,
“It would be if a person truly has reformed themselves. But it is a whole different thing, when the person only hides it with kindness, demure and polite behaviour in people’s presence. When a person wears a mask for years, it is hard to remove it as the mask molds into the person’s face.”
Before that tragic incident, Marceline still had innocence in her. But the innocence was long gone, and over the years, his sister had perfected the art of deception.
On the other hand, after gaining more insight on what happened and what might have happened, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for Marceline. The vampiress had done those things to have people not outcast her, to fit back into the society.
But with the way Vincent warned her, Eve couldn’t help but feel uneasy now.
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