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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 266 Steps on ice
Vincent flew Eve back to the forest ground, letting her get her footing before uncurling his arms around her body. She let go of his arms, opening her eyes and sending a slight glare. She accused him,
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
“We both knew the surface of the lake was eventually going to break. It was only a matter of time it would break,” Vincent’s eyes shined in mirth, and Eve shook her head. “It is good to have you in my arms, jumping like a cat for protection. Though you should learn to keep yourself afloat without me too.”
Eve’s eyebrows furrowed in question, “By sinking?”
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, “If that is how you would like to do it,” a chuckle escaped his sinful lips. He then said, “You have the ability to control water. What you have explored so far is probably a percent of your abilities. Aren’t you curious about what more you can do?”
“You know more about the sea creatures than I do. What do you think I can do?” Eve questioned him, her blue eyes holding curiosity while Vincent noticed the excitement in there that widened the smile on his lips.
“Unlike the creatures on the land, the sea creatures are known to have various abilities. Not everyone possesses every gift in the book that we know of. It is said that sea creatures have abilities depending on the kinds or categories they belong to. Just like the ordinary vampires and pureblooded vampires,” Vincent explained to her and said, “Remove your coat. It will increase the window of time to be on the icy surface than below it.”
Even with the coat that Eve wore, it was still freezing because her body was still adjusting to the early Winter she had experienced. Seeing him tilt his head to the side, she pulled the straps around her waist and removed the coat, handing it to him.
Vincent continued explaining to her, “Over the years, there have been records about the sea creatures manipulation. The most basic being water manipulation, while the rarest to have people submit to their command. Like getting into people’s heads. You have healers like yourself. There are some more talents which many have come to believe is a myth as the sea creatures have fallen in the path of death time and time again with the hands of the people on the land or the water creatures themselves.”
Eve could feel the bite of the wind on her skin, when a breeze swept across the place where they stood. She asked him, “What now?”
“Go back to where we were.”
She stared back into his coppery-red eyes, trusting Vincent knew what he was doing.
“I have faith in you. Go on,” Vincent offered her an encouraging smile. Eve’s hands turned into fists before she finally started to walk back to the slightly frozen lake. She heard him say, “Careful with your steps, keep your ears and eyes alert. We have already walked on some parts of it, which has weakened the surface.”
“That sounds assuring,” Eve muttered, and when she heard something crack beneath her feet, her heart jumped to her throat. She asked him, “Have you always had wings since you were born?” She wondered if Marceline and Allie had it too. After all, they were his siblings.
“After I was thirteen. It was a self discovery,” replied Vincent, and Eve turned to look at him. “Sometimes you don’t know the abilities you possess, until you are pushed to a limit.”
Eve wondered if Vincent had jumped off the roof of his mansion or a cliff to know about it. As expected, it was colder here, and without the coat, she was sure she was going to freeze.
Vincent walked toward one of the trees before leaning his back while he curiously watched Eve. With no one around, this was the perfect place to learn and explore what she could do.
For a few seconds, Eve stood in the same place, staring at the icy surface before her eyes shifted to look at Vincent, who was now watching her. She would need to strengthen the surface and fill the gaps in the lake, preventing it from being cracked.
Concentrating, she noticed water drops moving up in the air from the earlier broken surface. She shouted from where she stood, “Isn’t it easier for me to do this when I am standing on the land?” She would still be accessing the water.
“That wouldn’t put your body on alert, would it? It would take a lot longer than usual if we did this on the land. Consider this to be the quickest way to catch up,” came the nonchalant words from Vincent, unlike Eve, who was worried about taking a dip in the cold water. It was as if the pureblooded vampire wanted her to drown. Vincent Moriarty wasn’t one to show affection and attachment to anyone; when he did, it came in unnerving and dangerous ways. “Try crystallising the ones that have your attention and turn them to snowflakes.”
Taking a deep breath, Eve stared at the water droplets that took a minute before they turned into balls of little ice and dropped onto the icy ground.
Eve tried to raise the little balls that had fallen around her, not realising in the process it had added to the weight on the surface of the ice. Vincent stated, “Add a few more, and it might be perfect to break through the ice,” making her realise what she had done. “You have been using only a little amount of water until now. It is time to expand your ability.”
She raised her hands forward, which shook the pebble-like ice on the lake’s surface, before it started to float in the air. Soon the ice balls turned into water drops and they turned into a dome around her. Suddenly, a piece of wood was thrown at her, and her eyes widened.
“What are you doing?!” Eve asked Vincent, who held another piece of wood in his hand.
“Playing. Protect yourself,” Vincent deadpanned, his lips curling in the corners.
She increased the pressure on the layer of ice that tried to lower the pressure of the wood that Vincent threw at her.
Vincent said to her, “Did you know that a few mermaids and mermen of the past were feared by the creatures of the land, that they would come to take over these lands that we now walk on. They were instantly killed.”
“So there is more than one reason why my kind has been killed. Are you telling me not to use my abilities in front of others?” Eve asked him, staring at him through the glass-like wall.
“When did I ever say that?” Vincent raised his eyebrows, “If you are going to use your powers, might as well use all of them. If you ask me, kill them. Erasing evidence is the perfect right thing to do.”
“What other abilities do you have?” Eve questioned him and watched him smile.
“I would like to show you, more than tell you. But we do not have sacrificial sheeps here. Maybe next time,” Vincent looked at her with pure mischief as if excited to show her while also not telling what it was. It made Eve wonder why he needed people unless he was planning to kill them.
“Show me,” Eve demanded, and Vincent stared at her before pushing his foot that was resting flat on the tree’s bark.
“Are you sure about it? I wouldn’t want to use it on you,” Vincent asked her with a trickster’s smile. This only made her that much more curious. He said, “Why don’t you turn your cute dome into snowflakes, and I will think about it.”
The last time the dome had blown up in one of the bathrooms of the Moriarty mansion, it had turned into sharp stakes.
Eve tried to imagine the first snow she always experienced every year, how they fell from the sky. Light as a feather, as they drifted in the air. The longer she took, the stronger the dome turned out to be.
She closed her blue eyes, and when she opened them the next moment, she snapped her two fingers, hearing the crack of the dome, and soon it broke away from each other, turning them into snowflakes.
“Not bad,” Vincent praised her, and a smile appeared on Eve’s lips. He said, “Now to close the gaps.”
Eve had grown up surrounded by humans, who held no such ability, and knowing she had something much more than what people had thought her to have, by focusing on her beauty, this knowledge raised her spirits.
She murmured, “I did it.” There was no snowflakes everywhere, drifting in the direction of the wind.
One of the snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand, and she stared at it.
But while she had snapped her fingers to break the dome, it had also pressured the surface of the ice she stood on, and the next moment, her body was pulled under the cold water, as if someone dragged her.
The cold water quickly started to freeze Eve’s body, making it hard for her to get back to the surface as her body drifted away from where she had fallen. The lower half of her body turned into her mermaid self and she heard Vincent calling her name, but at the same moment, she noticed a sea creature swimming towards her.
It was a woman with a body similar to Eve’s. At first, it seemed like the creature had come to help her. But when the sea creature came near her, it opened its mouth, showing its jagged teeth, ready to hurt her.
Before the creature could get its hand on her, which was as sharp as the claws, Eve was pulled out.
On seeing Eve slip beneath the lake’s surface and not attempt to come out, Vincent quickly dived into the water to pull her out. She said, “There’s… someone in there.”
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 267 Change of weath
Eve shivered from the cold water that had drenched her clothes as she waited for Vincent to surface up the lake, who had dived back into the lake to look for the person she had seen.
Vincent pushed himself up to the surface of the water, water dripping down his body, and he said, “There’s no one there. Just water and some bones.” He climbed out of it.
Hearing Vincent’s words, Eve’s eyebrows knit together, and she wondered whom she saw. She asked, “Bones of mermaids?”
“Animals,” Vincent replied. He picked up her coat and draped it around her body.
Eve felt chills run down her body, and it wasn’t because of the cold water but because of what she saw under it or whom. She was sure she had seen someone.
Vincent asked her, “What did you see?”
“The person looked like a siren, but at the same time it wasn’t one. Jagged teeth, wet hair pushed backwards, hollow eyes. Very hollow eyes,” it was the most prominent thing she could remember apart from the person’s teeth. “Big fins, but shorter than a bird’s wing. What kind are those?”
“Spirit mermaids,” Vincent answered, and Eve’s already furrowed eyebrows deepened. He continued, “As you must have already assumed, they are dead. Sometimes the spirit mermaids drift, sometimes they look for their kind with a message.”
“A message where I might die?” Eve asked, feeling slight dread.
Vincent held a grim expression and said, “The sea shouldn’t be far from here.” He took a step towards her. “Let us take a look around, shall we?” He put one of his arms around the back of her knees and the other on her back before lifting her in his arms. Eve put her arms around his neck, locking her fingers.
Vincent’s wings emerged from his back, and he stepped near the clearing of the lake before a sudden wind blew when the enormous bat-like wings flapped. The nearby trees shook and the snow on it fell to the ground.
Up in the sky now, Eve continued to hold on to him, while her eyes took in the beauty of nature. What they had seen until now was nothing compared to what she saw now. The air that touched her body couldn’t bring out a sliver of shiver, as her eyes and mind were focused on the vast forest covered in snow, while some areas held a foggy mist.
The further they flew, the more speechless Eve turned out to be until she saw something glimmer at the edge. The rays of sun that had been hiding from them, they finally found it. They saw the sea stretched far from where they were, and the lake connected to it.
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“Do you think that is where I come from? Somewhere beyond it?” Eve asked Vincent while her blue eyes continued to stare.
“The sea is vast, bigger than the lands,” Vincent answered, watching the sea and the sun’s rays that would soon dim in the next two hours, bringing night.
Having never thought about stepping into the sea, Eve wondered if she would find anything if she entered the water. She was a creature that belonged to the waters, yet she not only walked on the lands for quite some time but now she was in the air with a pureblooded vampire. She turned to look at Vincent, whose wet silver hair moved fervently because of the wind.
“Enjoying the view?” Vincent asked her, and a crooked smile appeared on his lips.
Eve gave him a nod. A mixture of feelings had entered her mind–shock, awe and curiosity that wanted to be quenched. Vincent’s wings continued to flap, while they heard the soft whistling of the wind.
They flew back to where the carriage was parked and descended on the forest ground.
Mr. Briggs, who noticed his master and the governess’s clothes drenched in water, looked taken aback and quickly went to Vincent, asking in concern,
“Master Vincent, what happened?! Are you alright?!”
“Yes. We had a little slip in the lake. Bring down Ms. Barlow’s trunk so that she can change into a fresh pair of clothes,” Vincent ordered him.
“Yes, Sire!” The coachman quickly brought down her trunk from the back of the carriage.
A few minutes later, Eve was inside the carriage as she changed from her wet clothes to the dry ones. When she pushed open the door, she stepped down on the ground and noticed Vincent nowhere in sight.
“Mr. Briggs, where did Vincent go?” She asked the coachman, who had lit a fire with the logs of woods.
“He walked that way, milady,” the coachman pointed his finger in one direction of the forest.
Eve stepped closer to the fire, watching it burn. Out of curiosity, she asked him,
“When did you arrive at Berkshire?”
“It was only two nights ago, milady. Master Vincent told me to drive to Berkshire and wait for him before, just in case you were to be there,” said the coachman, who paused for five seconds before he added, “I am glad that the young Master was able to find you and that you have been well and safe. He tore down the place, while he searched for you. I have never seen him like that before. It is good to see that he finally found someone he cares for.”
Eve could tell that the coachman respected and was fond of Vincent.
Mr. Briggs was a lower vampire who appeared to be in his fifties with a square face. He had a warmer appearance than most vampires she had come across. But then, this very warm and friendly face was one of the accomplices of the mastermind who framed people as murderers.
The coachman said, “Since the first lady’s death, master Vincent has never let anyone near him, less looked out for someone this earnestly. He holds you very dear to his heart,” he offered his gratitude to her, bowing to her and Eve returned it.
“Have you known Vincent since he was small?” Eve asked the coachman, who held a smile and he nodded.
“A few years ago, it was his mother who hired me, milady. I was her personal coachman, before she got married to the Viscount. And then driving the siblings around, and now Master Vincent’s personal coachman,” Mr. Briggs answered Eve. The coachman then said in a low voice, “Lady Katherina always loved showering both him and Lady Marceline with affections. Though the young miss liked it, Master Vincent was very shy when he was a little boy. He didn’t show his affections then either.”
And now the pureblooded vampire was bold with his words and gaze, thought Eve. She placed her hands in front of the fire and took the warmth from it.
Though neither Eve nor Vincent had uttered their words of love, their actions spoke louder, and for now, it was as if they were content with it, knowing the other person was there for the other. But at the same time, it didn’t stop her from smiling at the coachman’s words.
When Vincent returned from wherever he had been, Eve noticed that, unlike her, he was still in his wet clothes. He had removed the coat he had been wearing until now, and his black shirt stuck to his skin.
When Vincent returned from wherever he had gone earlier, Eve noticed that, unlike her, he was still in his wet clothes. He had removed the coat he had been wearing before, and now his black shirt stuck to his skin. He stated,
“The weather has changed and it is going to snow again. Better to get to the next town and stay in the inn.”
Eve’s eyes shifted from his chest to meet the red eyes that stared at her. She asked him, “How far is the next town from here?”
“Probably two to three hours from here.” Vincent had been searching for Eve for days, not finding the time to pack his clothes. They stayed next to the fire for some more time. Before it started snowing, they were back inside the carriage and on the road, heading to the next town.
The snow had turned harsher when the carriage arrived at the next town. Most of the people outside had already hurried into their shelter. The sky had turned dark, and the lanterns were lit outside and inside the buildings.
Mr. Briggs went to park the carriage behind the inn’s shed while Vincent and Eve stepped into the inn, softly tinkling when they pushed the door.
A short and plump man stepped into their view, who was the inn’s owner, questioned, “How can I help you?”
“Two rooms with the facility of bath and food,” Vincent offered the inn’s owner a charming smile.
“Ah, two rooms. That would be two gold coins,” said the inn owner, looking at Eve and then back at Vincent.
At the same time, Eve heard voices from the stairs, and soon her eyes fell on the four men who were werewolves. They held a wild look in their eyes, making it seem like they were rogue werewolves, and one of their eyes fell on her.
Vincent placed the shiny coins on the counter, and the inn’s owner thanked him, before saying, “Let me lead you to your rooms. Please follow me.”
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 268 Room for the dead
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The passages of the inn weren’t too wide and had enough space only for two people to walk at a time. The wooden floor creaked as they walked. Lit lanterns hung at every corner of the corridor, leaving the centre in slight darkness.
Walking up the stairs and now in the corridor, Eve came upon a window and looked outside. The velocity of the wind outside the inn was high, and the snowstorm had begun, making it hard to see anything.
The inn’s owner turned and said, “The snowstorm is not going to stop anytime soon. It is good that you were able to arrive here before it started, Sire. What would you like to eat for dinner? Fresh fish was caught this morning and has been charred with lemon. Would you and the lady like to have it along with a drink?”
“We aren’t fond of the taste of fish. Do you have fresh blood?” Vincent questioned, and the owner quickly nodded.
“We do!” Though the inn’s owner was a human, he appeared to specialise in catering to all kinds of people.
“Fantastic,” Vincent smiled brightly, one that he often gave to everyone that wasn’t warm but cold even with that expression. He said, “You can lightly char the vegetables with some lemon instead.”
“That can be done, Sire,” the inn’s owner bowed, and he pulled out a bunch of keys from one of his trouser’s pockets, before he stopped in front of a closed door. He placed the lantern on the door’s hook.
Picking out a key from the lot, he placed his hand on the handle and pushed the key. Turning it, he opened it. He stepped inside the room and prepared the fireplace, lighting it up and also the three candles which stood on one stand.
“For hot water, it is going to cost a silver,” the inn’s keeper could tell that the vampire in front of him was a wealthy man. He cleared his throat before adding, “It is very difficult to get dry logs of wood in this frosty weather.”
Eve noticed how such a simple room, with a decent-sized bed and a bathtub, cost more than it was actually supposed to. The inn’s owner was trying to charge the customers who were coming to take shelter in his inn so that he could pro
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 269 Stepping into warmth
In one of the rooms in the inn, occupied by the pureblooded vampire and the mermaid, the burning woods softly crackled in the fireplace against the muffled sound of the snowstorm that tried to push against the walls of the buildings and its windows in the town.
The inn’s servant had bought the hot water and poured it into their room’s bathtub. Extra buckets of hot water were placed next to the bath, but it was quickly losing its heat because of the weather. The servant then brought the food to their room.
Vincent picked up the glass of blood, drinking it, but his darkened eyes didn’t return to their usual coppery-red eyes.
Mr. Briggs arrived in front of their door with Eve’s trunk and bag. The coachman had also received the key to his room after the inn’s owner had screamed after being followed by him and had passed out.
“Keep it there,” Vincent pointed next to the cupboard, and the coachman bowed, before stepping inside.
In the meantime, Eve grabbed the food plate and started eating it. Sensing Vincent’s gaze, she looked up to meet his eyes and asked him, “Would you like to have some?” At her question, Vincent ran his tongue over his teeth and opened his mouth.
Eve turned flustered and pushed the plate towards him.
“Oh, I thought you were offering to feed me,” Vincent feigned innocence. Eve coughed, while Mr. Briggs carried his ever blank expression as if he wasn’t there, before he left the room. He then remarked, “So cute.”
Finishing his drink, he locked the room door and said, “You should go first before the water turns cold.”
Eve, who was still eating, shook her head and said, “You can go first.” Compared to him, she was the one with dry clothes, while he had been in his wet clothes.
“Or we could both go in together,” Vincent suggested with a straight face, yet at the same time, something dark lurking in his eyes that turned her throat dry.
“T–That, I think w–we…” Eve wasn’t ready for such quick progress, as her heart could barely contain its anxious nervousness.
Instead of stepping away from her, Vincent gently caught hold of her chin and stared into her blue eyes. He said to her, “Relax, I was joking.”
His joke had left her heart palpitating and had put thoughts in her mind that were nowhere decent. Oh God, Eve prayed.
Vincent remarked, “Every time I touch you, your heart beats get louder and sweeter than a bird song in the morning. Clear and distinct from others. Makes me wonder what other sounds I can evoke from you.”
His words only made Eve’s heart skip another beat, while she stared into his coppery-red eyes. With them alone in the room, and with the snowstorm outside, the night was nothing less than the time when Vincent had arrived at the front of her house door in Meadow. The only difference was that at that time, there were uncertainties and now there was sureness that created butterflies in her stomach.
When his fingers caressed her cheek, Eve couldn’t help but close her eyes, basking in the sweetness that she didn’t believe Vincent could possess.
Vincent pulled his hand away from her. He then started to unbutton his shirt and placed it on the chair.
Eve opened her eyes, and brought the carrot to her mouth, while watching Vincent’s bare upper body. His trousers hung low on his waist, and soon he padded on the wooden floor, making his way to the other side of the wooden divider.
The wooden divider had two foldings, behind which sat the bathtub. And though until now Eve’s thoughts had been pure, her eyes didn’t hesitate to follow the pureblooded vampire she had harboured feelings for.
Through the gaps in the wooden divider, Eve saw Vincent standing next to the bathtub, and his trousers loosened before pooling around his feet. Though the view wasn’t clear, she watched his silhouette step into the bathtub, and when he sat, the water softly made a splashing sound.
Going back to her food, Eve quietly ate and once she was done, she opened her trunk. Pulling out two towels from it, she carefully made her way towards the wooden divider, where Vincent was. She placed one of them on the stand next to the bathtub, and saw him leaning back and his head thrown backwards. He had stretched his hands on the edge of the bathtub on either side.
Vincent’s eyes moved to the corner to look at Eve, with drops of water dripping down the ends of his silver hair.
“I brought a towel for you…” Eve informed him, a little nervous at the seriousness his eyes held.
Vincent questioned her, “When was the last time you took a bath in the salts?”
“Last night,” Eve replied. She wanted to ensure that she wouldn’t need it anytime soon as they were travelling.
The longer they stared at each other in the presence of the dim light that was present on this side of the room, Eve felt the strings of her heart pull towards him. Noticing the shadow under his eyes, Eve asked him, “I didn’t know vampires get dark circles from lack of sleep.”
“Not often, but a vampire gets it when they haven’t consumed enough blood on time for some time,” Vincent responded to her words.
Eve’s eyebrows furrowed, “How long has it been… since you drank blood?”
“I drank some on my way when I was looking for you. You don’t have to feel guilty about it,” but it wasn’t enough to quench his thirst. The gap of not having blood since the night he had paid a visit to her in Meadow and then in Berkshire after finding her, had turned his thirst into a black hole, and the traces still lurked on his face and in his eyes. “I am the one responsible for it. But if you still feel guilty,” he raised his hand, stretching it towards her with a teasing smile on his lips.
Vincent dropped his hand, and said, “If you are still hungry, pull the rope bell and tell the servant you are hungry.”
Eve pursed her lips before standing up from where she had been squatting until now, while the teasing smile on Vincent’s lips disappeared and he curiously watched her. He noticed her untie the ribbon of her hair, which fell on her shoulders and back. She then parted her hair into two portions and pushed it in front of her shoulders.
With their eyes still on each other, Vincent’s eyes brightened, realising what she was doing. He could tell she was nervous by the sounds of her heartbeat, but she kept a brave face.
“What are you doing?” Vincent’s eyes narrowed at her, while his eyes brightened with a look of predator.
“Unbuttoning my dress,” Eve breathed the words, and she noticed Vincent clench his jaw when her hands moved to her back and somewhere it increased the butterflies in her stomach. She unbuttoned the hooks.
“Are you teasing me, my little girl? If you are, it won’t end well,” a sly smile appeared on Vincent’s lips.
“I would never dare to do such a thing,” Eve replied, her words more confident than her little heart. She then pushed the dress downwards, revealing the inner dress which was sleeveless, off-white and reached below her knees. She then placed one of her feet inside the bathtub and then the other. Taking support by holding the edge of the bathtub, she sat down with her back facing him. Soon her inner dress turned wet.
Vincent’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she felt him gently pull her towards him, such that her back now touched his chest, and she blushed when something poked her bottom. He whispered to her, “You don’t fail to surprise me. I thought you didn’t want to join me in the bath.”
“I thought this would be okay,” Eve answered, surrounded by warm water.
“It is more than okay,” said Vincent, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Vincent was more than happy to have Eve in his arms, where she had willingly come to join him, knowing it wasn’t easy for her to do something so forward. He continued to hold her in silence, and she let him, moving her toes.
Vincent never knew that he would one day hold something so precious in his arms, and he caught hold of one of her hands, intertwining their fingers under the water.
Eve asked him, “Did you take a vacation from the Council’s duties?” She noticed her off-white inner dress had turned slightly transparent, but she couldn’t see the shape of her legs because of the scarce light.
“Mm, I have already sent a note to Clayton about me visiting Berkshire for important work. Patton will handle the rest until I return,” Vincent replied, and when he felt her shiver against him, he asked, “Is the water cold?”
“No,” Eve replied, and the only reason she had shivered was because he had mindlessly squeezed her hand whilst he played with it. “I am okay,” and asked, “You?” She turned to look at him.
Vincent pressed his lips against her temple, “Never been better.”
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 270 Splish-splash in water
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The burning candles in the room had turned half their original size, their wax falling on the candle stand’s surface, while the flames continued burning and kept the room as bright as possible. The snowstorm had not reduced, and one could hear the strong winds that moved outside the inn now. The wind had picked up the loose snow from the ground’s surface, creating a mist in the atmosphere.
A couple of minutes had passed since Eve had joined Vincent in the bathtub, and though the earlier warmth of the water had disappeared, it still kept the couple in there.
Eve felt her heart skip a beat every time Vincent pressed her fingertips between his, while her back continued to lean against his chest.
“You are quiet,” Vincent stated, his words falling next to her ears and he asked, “What are you thinking?”
“I never knew you had this side to you,” Eve confessed to him. His demeanour and behaviour from the past and the present was as stark as day and evening. Evening because, there were rare times she had glimpsed his care for her.
Eve felt Vincent’s arm around her waist pulling her closer to him against the water that tried to pull her away from him. He said, “How did you think I would be?”
“I didn’t think… I didn’t know you would accept me,” Eve softly said, and she heard him hum.
“And how do you find it now?” Vincent asked her, and she felt a jolt run down her spine when he squeezed her hand.
“Affectionate,” Eve answered and Vincent pressed his lips against her shoulder.
Truthfully, it was the opposite of his previous behaviour. In the past, even though Eve and Vincent held a rapport between them, where they would fight with words, it was far from how things were right now. There was no hint of coldness in his actions or words; all she could feel was the warmth he offered to her.
He didn’t just squeeze her hand, but also her heart sweetly. Who knew Vincent was capable of making her feel like this as if he didn’t want to let her out of his arms or his sight, ready to spend an eternity in this bathtub even if the water eventually turned into ice.
“Who will I be affectionate with, if not you,” Vincent spoke next to her head, letting go of her hand and wrapping it around her waist. His words such as these were enough for Eve to question if what she was experiencing was real or just a dream. He said to her, “I didn’t think I would fall for someone, less a mermaid. What would you think, if I said we have met before?”
“Like in dreams?” Eve asked him, her eyebrows raised in question, and Vincent smiled.
He responded, “Better than that. When we were young, I found you in a fair. It was before the abduction took place. We met each other in Crowbury.”
At that time, Eve was small and unlike Vincent, the memory of him in her mind had been erased, leaving no recollection about the small vampire boy, who had saved her from one of the high-status men. She replied, “I am sorry. I don’t think I remember it.”
“It is fine,” Vincent replied, adjusting his chin on her shoulder. He repeated, “It is perfectly alright. What matters now is that you are here with me.”
A small, shy smile crept up on Eve’s lips and she stayed in Vincent’s arms, soaking in the water. Accustomed to the light on this side of the room, she stared at her feet under the water. With the little space in the bathtub, she hadn’t turned her lower half body into her mermaid self. Earlier at the lake, she had turned into a mermaid after being suddenly pulled beneath the surface of the water. She wondered what the spirit mermaid wanted to tell her. More than telling her something, it felt like the spirit wanted to hurt her.
Eve asked Vincent, “How were things at Meadow when you left?” She hoped Eugene was doing fine and wasn’t being pestered or questioned by the townsfolk.
“Stacks of hays are being placed on the roofs. In every town of low and middle class people, to reduce the effect of the snow once it starts. If you are talking about the people, they know not to mention a word about what they did to you,” Vincent protectively held her in his arms. “You don’t have to worry about them. They know better than to irk me.”
When Eve sat upright, Vincent loosened his hold of arms around her, and he tilted his head. He asked her, “Did my words upset you?”
Eve turned to look at him with a smile and shook her head, “No.”
She then turned her body such that she sat face-to-face with Vincent in the bathtub.
Her action led to water splashing out of the bathtub, softly spilling, while the surface of the water wavered where they sat.
Eve then put her arms around Vincent’s neck, hugging him. She was glad for Vincent’s existence in this world, that in however form or time he had met her, he had come to look for her even after she had stubbornly told him that she was leaving for Berkshire. If it weren’t for him, she knew she wouldn’t be as happy and safe as she felt right now.
“Thank you for everything you have done for me, Vincent. No matter how much I thank you, I don’t think it would be enough,” Eve whispered to him.
Vincent put one arm around her waist to keep her in place while he placed his other hand on the back of her slightly wet hair. He said, “Silly, what are you thanking me for? Didn’t I always tell you that I have your back. And now I have your front, softer than I expected it to be.”
Eve’s eyes widened and she quickly pulled away from him. In the flow of emotions and the soft atmosphere that surrounded them, she hadn’t taken note of her breasts pressing against his taut chest.
The inner off-white dress’s neckline was as deep as the outer dress she had been wearing until now, maybe even a little deeper to stop it from peeping behind the outer dress.
Vincent caressed the side of her face, and his thumb brushed against her jaw before he said, “I am turning thirsty. Mind if I take a sip or more?” He moved closer to where she sat, while leaning forward.
Eve asked him, “Where do you plan to bite?” Her blue eyes stared into his coppery-red eyes.
“Somewhere close to where your heart beats,” Vincent informed her, his hand dropping to her neck.
Eve felt him push one side of her hair behind her shoulder, and her heartbeat sped. Because of sitting in the bathtub for so long and leaning against him all this time, her inner dress had absorbed and soaked itself with water, which now stuck to her body, while her upper body was above the surface of the water.
The inner dress showed Eve’s womanly curves and the colour of the tips of her breasts. And as aware as she was, she noticed the way Vincent’s eyes followed the trail of his hand as it left her neck, trailing to the outer curve of her breast that elicited a gasp from her lips.
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