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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 261 Fire of the souls
Once everyone finished their dinner, Eve helped the maid and Lady Paloma in the kitchen. Just so that she could stay away from Vincent and Theophilus for some time. Every time Vincent spoke in the room, he had all her attention.
When she was done helping in the kitchen, she stepped away, and while walking past the living room, she noticed Vincent and Lady Aubrey talking. Lady Aubrey said to him,
“… sure if it is a good idea. I am fine with how things are because doing something more, might only add to the existing rumours from what I heard from Eve. I want to thank you for what you have done for Eve so far, Mr. Moriarty. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it. It is good to know someone is looking out for her,” her voice was low.
“She’s an important person of the Moriarty family. I know it is hard to agree on what I have said, but it will do you good,” Vincent stated with a serious look.
Lady Aubrey gave it a thought before nodding, “Okay.”
Lady Aubrey offered him a bow, and he returned it. As the older woman made her way out of the living room, she smiled at Eve and placed her hand on the young woman’s shoulder before stepping away from there.
Eve reached where Vincent stood and asked, “What were you talking to her about?” Because it didn’t sound like he was asking for Aunt Aubrey’s blessing.
“Things are going to change soon. I was advising her on renovating your current house,” Vincent stated in a nonchalant tone, and he came to stand in front of the fireplace that burned brightly with flames.
Eve frowned, “The current Dawson’s residence holds memory. Memory of her husband, memories that I made. We don’t need a big house.”
“I know,” Vincent hummed, staring at the fireplace. “Don’t worry, the house will be rebuilt the way it is now, but much more strongly. We’ll just be replacing everything together one by one, instead of you painting the walls and changing the wooden flooring.”
Eve shook her head and said, “You don’t have to do that.” What had been done was done, and there was no way to go back to the past and change it. A new house would not bring back the respect that the townsfolk had stripped from her.
Vincent turned to look at Eve, who was now staring at the fireplace as if deep in thought. The hair she had let down earlier was tied back into a ponytail with a ribbon. The golden light that the fireplace exuded fell on her, emphasising her usual delicate features to appear like a rare creature that couldn’t be touched.
He was yet to tell her about her mother. Though it was easy to make her agree to come to Skellington for that reason, he wanted her to decide it out of her own free will. He wanted to win her back, and he wasn’t going back without her.
“How come I missed you when you were travelling from Thresk Hills to Berkshire?” He asked her curiously, as it was something he couldn’t put his finger on.
“I didn’t leave from Thresk Hills,” Eve replied, noticing him tilt his head. “I left from Woodlock the next morning,” her words were enough to change his calm expression and he narrowed his eyes. “What?” She asked him.
Unsure of who was going to burn faster and combust between the two of them, Vincent took a step closer to Eve, and she took one backwards before turning behind to see if anyone was there.
“The number of your admirers is truly outstanding. It makes me question if I should build a glass case in my room and fill it with water, keeping you locked in there for no one but myself to look, touch and talk,” Vincent remarked, jealousy starting to slither in his veins.
“He only wanted to help me because there was rogue activity–“
“How silly of me to not know it,” Vincent replied sarcastically. Before she could step farther away from him, his hand shot up and caught hold of the little pink lace in front of her dress, pulling it towards him. Eve felt her heart skip a beat, feeling him tug the tied lace for it to unfurl. “You are unaware of what you have fallen into, my dearest. But now that you have, it is better to take responsibility for it. Don’t let anyone touch you. You know what I am capable of when I am angry, jealousy isn’t too far from it,” he whispered for her to hear.
Vincent was annoyed at the thought of her spending her night with the Duke.
Eve could feel her heart beating loud enough that she heard it drumming in her ears. At the thought of being seen like this, she was nervous, yet Vincent’s words excited her for some reason.
He raised his other hand that reached behind her head where her hair was tied. He pulled the ribbon, untying it and letting her hair loosen and fall behind her back.
“Vincent,” Eve warned him with a feeble voice because her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment.
“I won’t hurt you. It’s the last thing I have on my mind,” Vincent replied, and Eve knew his words to be true in her heart.
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Vincent stared into her blue eyes, noticing the pure innocence, and he doubted he could hold back his emotions of wanting to corrupt her and turning her into his. To let her know that he was serious. He let go of the lace of her dress, when he turned back to look at the mantle of the fireplace and the wall, Eve heard Theophilus call her name.
“Eve?” Theophilus asked someone. “Where did she go?”
“Weren’t they in the living room?” Mr. Lowe asked his son.
Ready to escape, Eve took a step backwards and turned, taking two steps away from Vincent, only to have him catch her by her wrist. He pulled her where there was a gap between the fireplace’s outer wall and the room’s wall. Eve gasped, feeling her back press against the cold wall with him in front of her.
Vincent placed his finger on Eve’s lips to hush her from talking, while his other hand was on her waist. He whispered, “Annoying brat. I should put him to sleep.” Seeing her eyes turn wide, he added, “It is just a thought. Of course, I won’t kill him.”
“Eve?”
When Theophilus entered the living room, he didn’t find Eve or the vampire, wondering if they had stepped out of the house. The sound of his footsteps receded. The hand on Eve’s waist gripped her, and her eyes met his darkened ones. Her hands were on his chest, and she could feel his heart beating beneath her hand.
Now alone and hidden, away from being disturbed from people, Vincent brushed his thumb against her lips like a feather before the back of his fingers caressed her cheek.
He tucked one side of Eve’s hair before resting his hand behind her ear. He said, “Let me steal a little more of you.” She gripped the front of his shirt as if, deep down in her heart, it was something she wanted. Closing the gap between their lips, he kissed her.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 262 Some things don’t change
Music Recommendation: Together again–Stephen Rennicks
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The only sound that was heard in the living room was the soft crackling from the fireplace while the chatter of the people in the house dulled down. A soft thud was heard from the main door as if someone had walked out of the house.
Eve partly closed her eyes when she felt Vincent’s lips touch hers. It was nothing less than the sparks in the clouds before the rain, where the two until now had refrained from having more than a mere touch since they had met. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, crumpling it when his lips started to move against hers.
Not a murmur of protest spilt out of Eve’s lips; instead, she revelled in this new feeling. Her heart raced and it felt as light as a butterfly’s wings. It was as if it was flapping so quickly that it would crumble in colours that she didn’t know she possessed.
How could she deny something that he had already stolen? Unaware to both of them, Vincent had stolen her little by little, and this was the last piece she willingly gave it to him, for him to have the whole of her.
Vincent caught her upper lip between his lips, tugging it enough to cause a hurricane in her chest. With his hand behind her ear, he weaved his fingers through her golden-blonde locks of hair, and continued kissing her.
Eve felt her body hum, his hand on her waist, slither to her back and pull her closer to him. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and he pulled away from the kiss to stare at her.
Vincent watched Eve with a fascinated gaze like he had never had at anyone before. He knew with every breath of his that this woman was his and his alone. That she would be the only one to hold his heart. His heart raced as fast as hers, looking at her blue eyes where hints of gold specks appeared, but he didn’t care for the colour of her eyes or who she was.
“We’ll get caught,” Eve whispered with a slight daze, and her cheeks burned as bright as the flames in the fireplace.
Vincent responded, “Forget about the world…” He leaned in for another kiss as he wasn’t satisfied with the previous one, he whispered on her lips, “Just look at me.” He caught her lip one more time, sucking it as if he wanted to consume her soul for no one else ever to know.
He pulled her lip into his mouth, gnawing and sucking until it turned tender. He pulled her impossibly close to his chest as he continued to kiss her.
To Eve, the kiss was nothing less than a sweetness that made her almost cry with how he held her. Having never thought something like this was possible, where the man she had feelings for would return it while also knowing her secret, it was as if God had suddenly decided to bless her after all the hardships she had gone through.
Vincent’s hand held the back of her head, angling her head as they continued to kiss. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips and heard her heart shudder. The fragile woman in his arms parted her lips for him just like she had opened his heart. He didn’t hold himself back and slithered his tongue into her mouth, exploring the sweet cavern of her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other, teasing and tasting, while feeling the warmth each of them offered to the other.
The whole time, Eve’s heartbeat didn’t stop beating loudly, and she closed her eyes, getting lost in the kiss that made her toes curl. She felt Vincent’s hand let go of the back of her hair, his fingers trailing down her back before placing it on the other side of her waist.
When Vincent pulled away from Eve’s lips, she opened her eyes and met his blood-red eyes that stared right back at her with a heated gaze. With her quickened breathing, her chest moved up and down as she breathed.
He placed his forehead against hers and remarked, “You are truly intoxicating in every way.” Her already warm cheeks turned warmer.
Her eyes lowered from his, suddenly shy. She finally let go of his shirt that she had been gripping, bringing down her hands to her side. She could feel him staring at her with his undivided attention.
They had kissed, and it was something she would never forget. She said, “We should go back before they find us missing.”
“Wait,” Vincent stopped her before she could disappear from his sight for the night.
Eve wondered what he wanted to say. But then she felt him let go of her waist before he raised his hands to tie the lace on the front of her dress. His action pulled the strings of her heart. When he was done tying it, his eyes met hers, and they stared for a moment before she stepped away from the little gap between the walls where they had been hiding, like young lovers, even though there were two grown-ups.
“My hair ribbon,” Eve stretched her hand towards him.
Vincent noticed how adorable Eve looked with her hair let down. Her face appeared younger than her age as if she had only stepped away from her teenager years, even though she was in her mid-twenties. He said,
“Something to hold on to when we are apart.”
Eve stared at him, a shyness in her eyes, and she said, “I am going to be in the next corridor.”
“Yet so far,” Vincent replied to her.
They heard Lady Paloma asking her husband, “Where did Theo go? Did he go out looking for Eve and Mr. Moriarty?” Footsteps could be heard approaching the living room where they were.
Eve decided to walk back to her room before someone noticed her bright red face. But when she was ready to leave, Vincent wasn’t done with her, and he caught her wrist. Her eyes widened, and she said, “I need to go.”
Vincent was barely bothered by the possibility of being caught and he enjoyed her flustered face. He said, “Isn’t it something they will be witnessing in the future. We can now continue our discussion that we left halfway earlier.”
“Theo?” Lady Paloma called her son’s name.
Not knowing what else to do, Eve brought their hands up to her face and bit his hand for him to wince and let go of her hand. She quickly stepped out of the living room, while Vincent stared at the bite mark on his skin.
“Seems like you haven’t changed,” Vincent murmured.
Eve quickly walked through the corridors, and on her way met Lady Paloma, who asked, “Have you seen where Theo went?”
“I think he stepped outside,” Eve replied, and the woman turned surprised.
“What is he doing outside at this hour, when the weather is cold,” said the woman, making her way towards the main door, while Eve slipped into her guest room.
Closing the door, Eve let her back lean against the door. She raised her hand and touched her lips, feeling it reverberate with the memory of Vincent’s lips on hers. Things were already changing around them, and as happy as she was, she realised her time in Berkshire would have to be cut short.
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 263 Eyes of the wise
The following day, more snow covered in and around the town of Berkshire. Eve’s clothes and other belongings she had brought with her were packed in the trunk and her bag. Someone knocked on the room’s door, and when Eve raised her head, she noticed it was Lady Aubrey and Lady Paloma.
“How unfortunate that you are leaving this soon, Eve. I was hoping to celebrate your birthday as well as Christmas with you. Are you sure you cannot stay a little longer?” Asked Lady Paloma, who held a jar of biscuits that she had prepared early this morning. She handed it to Eve.
“I am sorry for leaving this soon, Lady Paloma. Maybe next time I will come visit you sooner than this time,” Eve assured the woman, who offered her a smile.
“Maybe better. Come with the news of a husband, eh?” Lady Paloma, who didn’t have daughters, had treated Eve as one of her own. Similar to how Lady Aubrey had loved and cared for her over all these years.
“I will see what I can do,” Eve placed the jar of biscuits in her bag.
“Or maybe better we should come visit you in Meadow. Now that Mr. Lowe’s health is all better, it sounds like a good vacation,” Lady Paloma suggested, and Eve turned pale at the thought of the Lowe’s coming to Meadow after what happened.
Lady Aubrey placed her hand on her friend’s arm and said, “You don’t have to take such trouble, Paloma. I will be staying here with you at Berkshire. Maybe Eve can come here to take me back to Meadow. Isn’t that right, Eve?”
Eve gave a nod, “Yes.” The house servant carried her trunk and bag out of the room, while Lady Paloma went to see where her husband was.
“Stay safe, both Eugene and you,” Lady Aubrey cautioned Eve. She hugged the young woman, gently rubbing her back and keeping her there for a couple of minutes. Eve was nothing less to her daughter, and hearing what happened a week ago worried her, knowing things like this rarely got better.
When Lady Aubrey pulled away from their embrace, Eve apologised, “I am sorry for leaving this early.”
But the older woman shook her head, “I am sure there are important things to attend to, like teaching a small vampiress, who I heard has formed an attachment with you.” She held Eve’s face by placing it on the side of her cheek before bringing her hand to her side.
Lady Aubrey had seen the sadness in Eve’s eyes since she arrived at Berkshire. Though she smiled, it never reached her eyes, as if forcing to appear happy when she wasn’t. But it was only last night and today that the mermaid’s eyes had been ridden with sadness. The older woman could only guess the reason behind it was the pureblooded vampire who had come to visit them last night.
Eve and Vincent Moriarty seemed to share a comfortable space with each other, where Lady Aubrey had noticed the smile and glare between them this morning during breakfast. She trusted the vampire enough to keep Eve safe during her absence, as he had done until now.
“Mm, Vincent said that he told Allie that I am on vacation and will be back to teach her soon,” Eve replied. Lady Aubrey gave her a nod, wondering if Eve even noticed how she had effortlessly used the vampire’s name without addressing him formally. It made her question if there was or if there could be something more between them.
“It seems like the Moriarty family know the value of their governess and wouldn’t want to lose you,” Lady Aubrey stated and Eve agreed with a smile. She said, “If there’s anything, write to me, and I will return as soon as possible.”
Eve was glad to have caring people like Lady Aubrey in her life. She knew she would be dead if it weren’t for Lady Aubrey and Eugene.
“Yes, Aunt Aubrey. I will write to you if there’s a pressing matter,” Eve replied.
“Eve!”
It was Theophilus at the door, who had a look of disbelief on his face with the news that he had received a moment ago about Eve leaving Berkshire as he had gone out in the morning. Eve said,
“I will be going back to Meadow, Theo.”
Theophilus asked her, “So soon? I thought you were going to stay here for a few more weeks.”
“My work calls me, and I need to be there for it,” Eve replied to him. “We can go out again the next time I am here.”
The young man had been eagerly waiting for her reply on pins and needles, for it only to inflate him.
Lady Aubrey patted the young man’s back and said, “It seems like Theo is going to miss his sister.”
Theophilus shook his head while Eve cleared her throat at the awkwardness. Hearing the sound of the carriage wheels outside the house, she turned to look at the window and said, “It seems like the carriage is here.” Lady Aubrey dropped her hand from Theophilus’s back and walked out of the room with Eve, talking about the house, while the young man followed them like a lost child.
Mr. and Mrs. Lowe, Lady Aubrey and Theophilus came to see Eve off in the carriage that was now parked in the carriage. When Eve started to walk near the carriage, Theophilus quickly caught up to her and stopped her,
“Eve, about yesterday’s—”
“Theo,” Eve stopped before he would say more and said, “I am sorry but I cannot return your feelings. I am not the person for you.”
“Do you already have someone you like?” He asked her, and Vincent, who stood next to the carriage door, stared at them.
“Yes,” Eve replied and offered a smile, “Take care of yourself.”
Turning around, she walked to where Mr. Briggs bowed at her and she returned it.
“It is good to see you, Ms. Barlow,” the coachman said to her, while he tied her trunk and bag behind the carriage. Vincent watched Eve and the people she was close to.
“Me too, Mr. Briggs,” Eve replied to the man.
Lady Paloma leaned towards Lady Aubrey and whispered, “The carriage looks as good as the King and Queens, doesn’t it, Aubrey?”
“It’s because Mr. Moriarty is a pureblooded vampire,” said Mr. Lowe, after hearing the words of his wife.
Eve turned to look at everyone and waved her hand, “Please take care of your health, Mr. Lowe.”
“Oh, I will, dear!” Mr. Lowe replied before waving at her. He bowed to Vincent, “It was a pleasure to have you with us, Mr. Moriarty. Please feel free to visit our home again.”
“Certainly,” Vincent replied and then said to Eve, “Shall we?”
Eve turned to meet everyone’s eyes before it fell on Lady Aubrey, who gave her a nod and gave her an encouraging smile. Turning to the already opened carriage door, she pulled the front of her dress, ready to place her foot inside the carriage, when Vincent offered his hand for her to use to get inside the carriage.
Her eyes fell on his palm before it met his eyes that stared at her.
While Mr. and Mrs. Lowe were busy admiring the beautiful carriages and the four black horses tied in front of it, it was Lady Aubrey and Theophilus, who noticed Eve placing her hand in the vampire’s hand. But that wasn’t all.
They noticed the way Vincent’s fingers clasped on her hand longer than the required time, as Eve took a second longer before getting inside the carriage. A slight smile appeared on Lady Aubrey’s lips. So that was how it was, the older woman thought, and waved at Eve when the carriage pulled away from there.
While on one side, Vincent and Eve left Berkshire, on the other side in the Moriarty mansion, a displeased Lady Annalise remarked,
“How many days has it been since Allie’s governess hasn’t come to the mansion?” A little leniency and the human had decided to take leave from her work, Lady Annalise thought, her lips setting in a thin line.
Marceline spread her fingers, staring at its back and said, “Maybe she quit.” She knew exactly what had happened to her little sister’s precious governess. The human had been humiliated in the town and she had run away. Allie, who stood next to her mother, turned sad at her sister’s words. “This is how all the humans are, Allie. You should never believe them, because one day they will break your heart.”
Lady Annalise sighed and said, “I will wait for a few more days and then have Alfie look for another governess.”
Marceline’s mood had turned good, happy that the lowly human governess wasn’t going to show her face in the mansion again. But she didn’t know that the way she had kicked Eve out of Meadow, it was soon going to backfire.
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 264 Knocking for your attention
Music Recommendation: The Latest Whistledown- Kris Bowers
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In the town of Meadow, a fancy-looking carriage entered and rode on the streets before coming to a stop in front of Dawson’s residence. In the haste of wanting to open the carriage door as quickly as he could, the coachman lost balance and fell. But he quickly stood up and opened the door for the temperamental vampiress.
Rosetta placed her fancy shoe on the dry ground of Meadow and then the other before looking around. She ordered the coachman,
“Stay here and don’t go anywhere. I will be back in some time.”
“Yes, milady,” the coachman bowed, standing by the carriage.
Eve’s neighbour Mrs. Edwards heard the sound of the carriage, and even after being publicly humiliated, her eyes moved towards the window as if itching to move towards the window.She said to her husband, who was reading the newsletter, “It seems like the Dawson’s have a visitor.”
“Did she return?” Mr. Edwards questioned his wife.
Mrs. Edwards shook her head and whispered, “I think Eve left for good.” She then turned to him and said, “If she weren’t so guilty, she wouldn’t have left the town. Wasn’t she working for her lover, the vampire.”
“I think it would be best for you to not meddle yourself with her or the Dawsons anymore after what happened,” the man warned his wife, remembering how he had come back to the town after work to find a few townsfolk, including his wife, sitting on their knees at the centre of the town.
Hearing her husband’s words, Mrs. Edwards quietly walked away from the window.
In front of Dawson’s main door, Rosetta smoothened her dress several times so that she looked presentable. She quickly went to the window and fixed her hair, making sure only four strands of her hair rested on her forehead, and she touched her lips to make sure they were moist.
Going back to stand in front of the door, Rosetta raised her hand to knock on the door but stopped midway.
It was because she had come here yesterday, and Eugene had told her Eve had gone to Berkshire. A little nervous and excited, she hadn’t been able to find the words to continue the conversation, and the man had closed the door.
“You can do it, Rose. I will ask for water,” Rosetta spoke to herself while staring at the door. She rehearsed the words, “I will say I am thirsty and need to drink water.” This would let her step inside the house as if she was there on purpose.
Getting cold feet, Rosetta took a deep breath by opening her mouth to suck in the air. At the same time, Eugene opened the door, who carried the water can to water the garden, and didn’t expect anyone standing right outside the door.
Noticing the vampiress, who looked as if she was ready to take a bite from him, Eugene took a step backwards. His foot slipped on the doormat near the entrance, and the water can fell on the ground, splashing water everywhere.
“A–Are you alright?” Rosetta asked with wide eyes, not expecting Eugene to fall.
Eugene wondered if one of these days he was going to die due to a heart attack. He cursed his luck when it came to this vampiress, because he felt pain in his bottom and back. Gathering his thoughts, he warily asked her, “What are you doing here, Ms. Hooke?”
Forgetting the lines she had been practising until now, Rosetta’s lips moved before she uttered, “I was thirsty. Yes! I was very thirsty for–blood!”
Hearing the vampiress’s words, Eugene felt sweat forming on his forehead. It seemed like Rosetta had planned to finish her unfinished business that she had been unable to complete the night of the Moriarty’s ball. His hand inched toward the water can so that he could use it as his defence.
“Your pants,” Rosetta pointed her finger to his pants like a child.
Eugene’s eyes moved up and down before he caught sight of blood on his pants, where it seemed like he had hit the water can on his knee when he fell backwards. He quickly pushed himself and stood on his feet. He said, “Ah, I will take care of it later. It is nothing.”
Rosetta felt terrible for causing Eugene’s injury and wanted to apologise, but not used to it, and she asked, “Why were you walking backwards? How clumsy.” She wondered how he even took care of her that night.
No one had ever treated her with such kindness as him. He hadn’t looked at her with contempt or down at her. He had gone as far as to offer his handkerchief when she had thrown up. She knew if it was someone else, they would have belittled and laughed at her.
As this young lady was Miss Eve’s friend, Eugene offered a stiff smile because if it weren’t for this vampiress, he wouldn’t be feeling pain in his back now. He said, “I will be more careful next time,” and bowed before asking her, “How can I help you, Ms. Hooke? Miss Eve isn’t home. As I already said yesterday, I don’t think she will be returning to Meadow anytime soon.”
Rosetta shook her head, “Eve told me that we would meet. I am sure she will be here soon.” But the vampiress didn’t know when. She then stared at him, as it had been a whole seventeen hours since she last saw him.
With Eve’s letter and also with the way how the townsfolk behaved, warily looking at him, Eugene didn’t want another dispute, and he said, “When she returns, I will be sure to inform her about your visit, milady. You have my word for it. You can go back to your mansion and rest now, milady.”
Rosetta snapped from staring at him and was about to speak when Eugene quickly offered her a polite bow and closed the door with an inaudible sigh. For the time being, he was safe, he thought to himself.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 265 Journey back to Meadow
The coachman held the reins of the four horses, while the carriage built with the finest wood and strong reddish-brown vehicle moved through the forest ground. With the weather that had spread all across the lands of the North, snow covered the forest grounds and the branches and leaves of the trees.
Inside the carriage sat Eve and Vincent. Six hours had passed since they were on the road and away from Berkshire.
After some time, the coachman pulled the carriage to a halt and opened the door for them. Vincent stepped out of the carriage, turning to give Eve a hand, and she got down. The forest appeared to be quiet, and lonely.
“Do you think it is snowing in the lands of East?” Eve asked him where mist escaped from her mouth when she breathed.
“I hope not. It would be difficult if it did,” Vincent replied, turning to meet Eve’s blue eyes that looked breathtakingly stunning in the snow’s background. He ordered his coachman, “Briggs. Get the logs prepared and the fire. We will go see what is available in the forest.”
“Yes, Master Vincent,” the coachman obliged with a bow and walked to the side of the carriage. He picked up the axe tied to the side before leaving the side of the carriage.
Vincent and Eve started walking on the fresh snowy ground, where their footsteps left an imprint on it while looking for food. Though the two of them had earlier exchanged words, they hadn’t brought up the kiss they had shared last night. But words weren’t necessary, as the looks they gave each other was enough to let the other be aware of each other’s presence.
Eve tried to keep a composed expression, but whenever Vincent looked or spoke to her, her heart would erratically start to beat. And it didn’t help that the man knew the affect he had on her.
“Have you ever hunted before?” Vincent questioned her, while he held a crossbow in his hand, which now moved back and forth as he walked.
“Sometimes in the past with Eugene. In Shadow Woods,” Eve replied and added, “But it was never a successful one,” Vincent walked slower so that she caught up to him and walked next to him.
“The fruits are frozen. What better but to have some cooked up meat above the fire in this weather. Why don’t you try?” Vincent questioned, and Eve’s eyes slightly widened before she smiled. She didn’t know why but it felt like she would be starving.
They heard a slight rustle in one of the bushes ahead of them, and Vincent offered the crossbow to her. Eve took it in her hand, and she pulled the arrow before trying to aim at something she didn’t know was behind the bush. When she released the arrow, it hit somewhere else, and a hare jumped out of it, quickly hopping away from them.
“You scared the poor thing away,” Vincent hummed, and his coppery-red eyes turned to her.
“You call it poor, while we are trying to hunt it,” Eve said, watching his eyes sparkle at her words and a crooked smile appear on his lips.
“The trick is to kill it, my darling. Instantly. Unless you prefer to torture it by terrorising it with fear,” Vincent caught took back the crossbow from her and they continued to walk in the deeper side of the woods. “Your aim isn’t too bad, but you resist before you release your arrow. Worried to hurt the ones who are your food. Reminds you of the predicament you are in.”
Vincent had given her the crossbow for a reason, but it seemed like her heart was too pure to kill anything breathing in front of her. While one part of her was a mermaid, another part was dormant and something that Eve wasn’t aware of.
Eve stared back at him, wondering what was on his mind now. Though they had decided to move things forward with each other, she didn’t know what the vampire wanted.
“None of those people from the Meadow is going to hurt you, and soon they will have their own things to worry. Not to mention, you are already learning to use your ability,” Vincent promised her, and Eve gave her a nod. “I see that you have learned to cure sickness.”
“I practice it when I am in the bathtub,” Eve answered, and Vincent unconsciously ran his tongue across his fang. Not because he was thirsty, but the image that had meant nothing in the past, now came in front of his eyes and his eyes darkened at the memory of her in the bathtub.
Vincent looked away from her, running his fingers through his silver hair and a soft frustrated sigh escaped from his lips.
Eve took the opportunity to look around, before her eyes fell on a clearing that wasn’t far from them. She noticed something deep blue and green before realising the lake had frozen. It had a background of the tall trees that made most of the forest where they stood, with its base of branches wide before they tapered at the top.
It was a beautiful view, and she heard Vincent ask her, “Have you ever wondered how it feels to walk on the surface of the fragile iced lake?”
Eve felt the regret of looking at it and she nervously replied, “I don’t think I am interested in knowing about it. We need to look for food,” her feet tried to move from there, but Vincent caught her arm with a wicked smile.
Vincent assured her, “Food can wait. I am sure you will like it! There’s no need to be shy about it,” and threw the crossbow near a tree before leading her towards the frozen lake.
Eve carefully walked on the bluish-green frozen lake, where she knew underneath it was ice-cold water that could give her frostbite. Though slightly worried, she couldn’t deny how much more breathtaking this place turned out to be.
There was no one but the two of them in their own world. When the wind blew across the place, Eve shivered.
Once they reached the centre, Vincent had let go of her, and Eve stood in her place without moving. He raised his hand as if asking for a dance and she blinked. He said,
“If you listen closely, the wind is singing with the beat of the leaves.”
Eve knew the person she liked was wild and did what he liked without thinking about anything. Just because he didn’t care about dipping into the cold water if the surface on which cracked, it didn’t mean she wanted to feel the cold ice bite her. First it was the grave and now this…
“Trust me, my beloved girl,” Vincent’s intelligent yet dangerous eyes watched her.
Eve placed her hand in his, and when she stepped forward, she heard something crack and her heart slightly slipped in her ribcage. She said to him,
“The music of the forest could be heard even where we were.”
“But it would be far less exciting than where we walk now, wouldn’t you agree?” One corner of Vincent’s lips curled. Yesterday’s sweetness was replaced by today’s wickedness in his eyes.
“I didn’t know you liked to dance,” Eve remarked, when his other hand circled her waist before coming to settle on her back. “Did you learn it from your dance teacher?” She looked at him with curious eyes.
“It was my mother,” Vincent answered and on seeing Eve turn quiet, he said, “You don’t have to hold back from talking about her. It would be a great pity to not remember the person, whom you cared about, wouldn’t it? To remember them, it keeps them alive.”
Eve already knew that Vincent held a special place for his deceased mother, as they were close. She asked him, “Did you like to dance with her?”
Vincent remembered his mother making him dance with her after he had dropped a girl of his sister’s age on the dance floor. But that wasn’t the worst part, as he hadn’t bothered to help the girl stand and had walked away from there as if it didn’t happen.
“Not in the beginning. It was annoying, especially when the person you are dancing with is taller than you and you need to turn them,” hearing Vincent’s words brought a small smile to her lips. She wondered how adorable he must have been when he was small.
Vincent twirled her before pulling her back, such that it touched the front of his body, and she felt his breath fall on the nape of her neck. When he spoke, every word of whisper fell on her skin like the drops of pearls bouncing on the ground, “By the time I started to enjoy it, she was taken away from us.”
Eve felt him unroll her from his embrace, and she took two steps away while still holding his hand in the air. She said, “She taught you well, and you taught yourself too.”
“Mm,” Vincent hummed, and he pulled her towards him.
After his mother’s death, he didn’t like stepping on the dance floor until Eve appeared. He placed his cold hand on her cheek, watching her close her eyes for a moment at the coldness before opening her eyes. He said, “You are cold.”
Eve’s cheeks had turned pink, half because of the weather and half because of him.
“Vincent, about the sta–!” Eve heard the cracking sound beneath the ground, and soon, the lake’s icy surface cracked and broke. She felt her shoe dip into the cold water, half screaming in fear of sinking.
But Vincent’s arms wrapped around her body while his big black wings flapped behind him, keeping them in the air and both above the surface of the icy water. A cunning smile of satisfaction appeared in his eyes at having her cling to him.
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