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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 456 Brooding Housekeeper
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The next evening after dropping Marceline at her new place, Vincent and Eve finally reached the town of Holy Oak, where the said Moriarty family's old mansion stood. Though the entire town was covered in snow, streaks of sun rays passed through the clouds' gaps and fell on certain parts of the land.
"We are near to the mansion," Vincent stated, and Eve quickly pushed the curtain away from the window to take a look outside as the carriage continued to move.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the enormous Moriarty mansion standing tall and prouder than anything she had ever seen. It put the mansion in Skellington to shame, such was its size. She muttered, "This is not a mansion... It looks like a castle."
As many years had passed since the place had been built, the colour of the walls had faded, but it still stood strong against the varying weather. The place was built amid the mountains and the forest that abundantly surrounded it.
Eve's blue eyes quickly looked around and noticed a minimum of nine towers, some higher and some lower in length. The tops of the tower were made of evident black stones. The closer they got, the bigger the place appeared, and she noticed the carved statues placed at the gates with such fine details.
"The Moriarty family is very wealthy," Eve remarked with a gobsmacking expression plastered on her face.
"We are," Vincent reminded her because what belonged to him belonged to her. He asked, "Did you think women and parents were pinning on me just for my handsome looks and my position in the Council?"
"I knew your family was prosperous because you live in a wealthy town like Skellington, but I never knew there was this too," Eve couldn't take her eyes off it. She turned and asked him, "Does anybody live here?"
"There are some old souls who have existed since they appeared here. You will meet them once we step in," Vincent answered with a crooked smile.
Like a curious child, Eve moved her face closer to the window, and her eyes followed the bridge that the carriage came to pass under it. She had seen the royal family's castle at a distance, but never had she been fortunate enough to take a closer look. Commoners were not allowed to seek, question or wander near the royal family.
In the driver's seat sat Mr. Briggs, and on the other carriage sat Marceline's coachman, Adam. The latter had never been here before, and he held a worried look on his face as they got closer to the castle-like place, as he could sense the spookiness on seeing the shadows being held there, and it only magnified as the sun moved lower.
When the carriages came to a stop, Mr. Briggs and Adam jumped on the ground. While Mr. Briggs opened the carriage for the couple, the latter went to pull down the trunks filled with Vincent and Eve's clothes during their stay here.
Once Vincent climbed down, he turned around and gave Eve his hand for her as support before she placed her feet on the ground. The place looked deserted, and if it weren't for the gardens still full, she would have believed that no one was there to look after it.
Soon enough, Eve's eyes fell on a woman who stepped out of the castle's main entrance, making her way to where they stood. The woman appeared to be in her early eighties with the number of wrinkles that were on her face. She wore a black high-collared dress, which had full-sleeves. The woman's hair was combed back with a partition before tied into a bun. Her eyes were red, which seemed to have dulled over the years.
"Good evening and welcome back, Master Vincent," the old woman greeted, offering her deepest bow.
"Good evening, Carla," Vincent greeted the woman. "Did you receive my letter?"
"I did, young master. Both yours and Lady Marceline's letters," the woman replied to him. Her eyes briefly moved to look behind him, and her eyes fell on Eve, and then returned to look at the ground. "It seems like she couldn't make it here," came the old woman's dull voice.
"Sadly, no. She needed to re-learn something that she didn't pick when we had a governess," Vincent remarked nonchalantly. He turned to Eve and said, "Eve, this is Carla Guerra. The housekeeper of this place. She's been looking after this place since the last two generations."
Eve offered a slight bow to the housekeeper.
"This is Genevieve, Carla. My wife, and the apple of my eyes and the blood to my heart," Vincent introduced Eve to the woman, who returned the bow by giving the same deep bow to the woman.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, milady. Congratulations on your wedding, Master Vincent and Lady Genevieve," Carla congratulated them.
And though the housekeeper offered a deep bow and congratulated them, Eve could tell that the housekeeper wasn't happy knowing Vincent didn't marry a pureblooded vampire or even a regular vampire.
"The rooms have been prepared, and the water is hot and waiting for your arrival," the old woman informed Vincent and then asked him, "Shall I have the table set in the dining room for supper?"
"Yes. Have the supper ready," Vincent nodded.
Carla turned and raised her hand, and in less than a second, a lean man who almost looked like a skeleton appeared. She ordered the servant, "Have the luggage placed in the master room. Lead the servants inside and have Horace ready the meal."
"Yes, Miss Carla," the servant replied in a feeble voice.
Soon Vincent and Eve stepped inside the castle, where the hallways were wide and spacious. The pale walls were brightened with the help of the torches that burned brightly, along with several candle stands placed as they walked further inside the place. The housekeeper led them towards their room.
Eve could now understand how disheartened Marceline was at the thought that the vampiress believed she would be the sole mistress in this place, only to end up in a small room in the House of Purgatory.
Eve was in awe at the architecture, which was nothing like she had seen before. There were portraits of the Moriarty family, and the last portrait in the corridor was of the current Viscount and his family. Upon reaching the bedroom, the housekeeper pushed open the door and said,
"If you need anything, please pull the bell, Master Vincent."
"Mhm," Vincent responded, and the housekeeper left the room, closing the door behind her.
"I don't think she likes me," Eve murmured, while Vincent wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't mind her. Carla was born with that face, and it just keeps getting worse every time I see her," Vincent replied as he hugged Eve from behind. He said, "She wasn't too fond of us when we first came here. Marceline and me, because of who our birth mother was. A human. But you don't have to worry about it. The only person you should think of liking is me," he kissed the back of her ear, bringing a smile to her lips.
After an hour, the sun in the sky had completely set. The dining table was prepared, filled with fresh and warm food for the couple. The long dining room held a rectangle dining table, which could hold a minimum of twenty people in it.
When Vincent and Eve entered the dining room, the head of the table chair was pulled. The housekeeper, on noticing her young master tug his wife's hand as they walked, she informed,
"Lady Genevieve, a married couple, doesn't sit together at the dining table. You will be sitting on the opposite end."
"That would be when we have many people in the room. There's no point in having my wife sit so far from me, unless you want me to keep a distance with her," Vincent stated, looking right into the housekeeper's eyes.
"It wasn't my intention, Master Vincent. It is just that the traditions—"
"The Moriartys are the last ones to follow anything and you should know that. By the way, where is our wedding gift? I was very much looking forward to it," Vincent stated with a grin, and the housekeeper replied with a serious face,
"I will give it to you tomorrow, Sire," Carla responded with a bow.
With a faint smile on his lips, Vincent turned to look at her and asked, "What makes you think I am Vincent and Eve sat next to each other at the dining table. All the dishes prepared by the cook were delicious, and Eve licked her lips, savouring every bite she took.
Once they finished eating, Vincent took Eve for a stroll inside the castle. They walked in one of the many deserted corridors, their footsteps quiet against the marble floor.
"This must have been a good vacation place when you were small," Eve commented as they crossed another room, she had lost count of it.
"We did. Our family was whole back then, and there was little to nothing to worry or to be scarred with. My mother, Marceline and I used to play hide and seek. It used to be the longest game because of the space that is there, to hide oneself," Vincent said as he recollected the memories. "The innocence was later cursed and inked with darkness."
Vincent and Eve's footsteps paused when they came in front of the family portrait, which was made when Lady Katherina was still alive. In the portrait, Vincent and Marceline were young children.
Eve turned to look at Vincent, noticing him staring at his family. She asked him, "Are you okay?"
With a faint smile on his lips, Vincent turned to look at her and asked, "What makes you think I am not?"
"I mean about Marceline," Eve replied. It was because Vincent had been quiet since they had left Marceline behind.
Vincent offered Eve a bright smile, "I wouldn't lie that it is unfortunate, how things turned out to be. But I did what I think was best for her, at least for now, until she realises that she can't misuse the privilege she was born into. That there are unspoken limits and rules to it." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You are next to me, everything is more than fine. Come, I will show you something interesting."
They left the corridor, and walked to the other side, while not too far from them stood the housekeeper with a grave expression on her face as if she had never smiled even once in her life. Her eyes had turned downward, and one of the older working servants whispered,
"Did Master Vincent marry a human? Seems like just the same kind as the Viscount married."
Carla murmured, "History might repeat itself again. It always repeats in a worse way."
"Huh?" Asked the servant.
The housekeeper turned and questioned in a sullen voice, "Who told you could stand here and talk?"
"My apologies, Miss Clara!" The servant apologised and quickly walked away from there.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 457 Werewolf on the grounds!
457 Werewolf on the grounds!
In the servant's quarters, Adam looked back and forth before knocking the room inside where Mr. Briggs was. Vincent's coachman opened the door and asked, "What is it, Adam?"
"Briggs, how long are we staying in this place?" Adam looked frightened, and his eyes were wide.
"Master Vincent hasn't mentioned anything about how long we are going to be staying here. It might be two days or it could be a week," Mr. Briggs replied to the young man. "As Lady Marceline is not going to be around until later, you will have to follow Master Vincent until we return to Skellington. Go rest now, consider it to be a holiday."
Holiday? Adam asked himself hysterically. For him, this place looked nothing less than a horror house. Every time he came across the brooding housekeeper in the past few hours, his heart slipped a little away from his chest. Gulping down the nervousness, he asked,
"Mr. Briggs, I think I left my bag in the carriage. Would you like to accompany me there?" It was because he was scared to walk all alone at this hour of the night.
"I am rather tired now and I am going to sleep. Don't mind me and go ahead. You know where the shed is?" Mr. Briggs asked. When Marceline's coachman nodded, Mr. Briggs closed the door, leaving Adams alone in the corridor.
Adam gulped and then went near his room. But it was cold, and he didn't want to go and ask the housekeeper. He wanted to get his jumper to keep himself warm. Taking a deep breath, he made his way outside the castle with a lantern in his hand and reached the shed.
"I hope Lady Marceline doesn't kill me once she comes out," he muttered under his breath.
Cold air drifted across the land, sweeping through the Moriarty castle in Holy Oak, and the coachman outside the castle shivered in his skin. He tried to pull out his small trunk tied behind the carriage. He placed the lantern on one side before he untied his little trunk, opened it, and pulled out his jumper. And while the servant was doing that, something not far away from the carriage moved, and he caught the movement from the corner of his eyes.
Adam quickly looked left and right and in time caught sight of the creature's shadow that was as big as him. He started to sweat profusely, and his heart shook when the creature's shadow moved closer to him. He noticed the creature's shadow open its mouth and growl, and he jumped, "Werewolf! There's a werewolf in here!"
As the servant started to run to save his life, he heard the lantern crash against the ground and the flame fizzle out.
"Werewolf!!!" Adam shouted, disappearing inside the castle-like mansion.
mouth. His whiskers moved, and he said, "That was some good sleep I have had in years."
In the meantime, the creature of the shadow stepped out and after growling and said, "Damn, rats! It's like they know I am here!"
While Vincent, Eve and Marceline left Moriarty mansion, without anyone's knowledge, Timotei had gotten into the empty carriage with only luggage and had slept like a King. Just the life he deserved, the black cat thought to itself.
Timotei, who had stepped out of the carriage a few minutes ago, had ended up with the company of a rat. He dusted his body. He huffed, "Whose brave? I am brave!" The coachman had scared Timotei with his scream, which had later resulted in the black cat knocking the lantern on the ground when the coachman ran away.
He walked away from the carriage and stretched his body backwards before a yawn escaped his mouth. His whiskers moved, and he said, "That was some good sleep I have had in years."
When Timotei's eyes fell on the place in front of him, he huffed, "Such a big place. It has been waiting for me to enter. Maybe I will prowl in the kitchen before taking another nap." The black cat's paws pushed on the ground, as it went inside the place.
Inside the castle-like place, Vincent and Eve stepped in front of a double-door that was carved in black wood. These were the chambers built underground, keeping the temperature colder than the temperature outside.
"Let me have you meet the rest of the Moriarty family," Vincent offered her a crooked smile before pushing the doors open with both hands.
When they entered the chamber, Eve noticed coffins lying on separate tables. In each coffin lay a vampire or vampiress, and there were three coffins in there. A sheath of glass covered the coffins and connected to a pipe that was fixed to the walls.
"Are they alive?" Eve asked with a slight anxiousness.
"With the right amount of blood given to them, they will come back to life. Some of the old vampires and vampiress belonging to the pureblood families, who like to die after a while, and there are some who like to take a long slumber by preserving themselves. Some are forced into it," Vincent explained to Eve. When Eve turned, he said, "When you have a love and hate relationship with your family members, you end up having to force them to sleep."
Eve stood next to a young woman, and Vincent came to stand next to her. He said, "This is great aunt Gretchen. It has been told to not awaken her, because she likes to kill her family members. Us."
"What?" Eve asked with her eyebrows raising, and Vincent waved his hand.
"It's fine until she stays asleep. Some of the pureblooded vampires consider killing family members a curse, so they use this method," Vincent said, moving to the next coffin, and Eve followed him. "Here we have grandmother. She could be considered one of the people in causing Marceline the way she is. Mother once found dear grandmother hitting dear sister to school her to bring her to line. When things got too far, she was forced to take the coffin."
That was two out of three coffins that were forced to slumber. Eve asked him, "What about him? Was he forced too?"
"Grandfather?" Vincent asked, walking to the last coffin, and he smiled. "No, he went there voluntarily."
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 458 Morbid Family
Eve had heard about the night creatures temporarily living in the coffin by sleeping in it, but she had never gotten to see it first hand. It was strange, knowing there were three more Moriarty members apart from her and Vincent, and they were all deep in sleep.
"How long has it been since they have been like this? In this condition," Eve softly asked, not wanting her words to be heard by the three resting vampires.
"My grandparents more than a decade or so. But great grand aunt Gretchen, I would say maybe from two centuries or more?" Vincent responded to her curious question. "You don't have to worry about the possibility of them listening to you. They can't hear a word we say or what happens. Once asleep, their body is put in a suspended sleep state and only when blood falls into their mouth will they wake up. Also the tube that is connected to the coffin, it has a gas that makes the person docile. It's why we have a protective glass sheath and servants are prohibited from stepping in here. Only Carla has access to this part of the building, apart from the members of the family."
Eve stared at Vincent's grandfather and murmured, "He holds a resemblance to your father. But you have taken your mother's features."
"Which I am very proud of," Vincent grinned, raising his hand up, he ran his fingers through his sleek silver hair. "He wasn't happy when he saw the baby's head which was full of silver hair."
"Because your mother was a human," Eve murmured, and Vincent gave a nod.
"Most of the pureblood families have a sense of superiority and don't like their blood mixed with any other kind. They like to keep it at the purest form, some marrying their own blood," Vincent stated with a straight face, which brought a frown on Eve's face.
"That's incest…" Eve murmured.
"Things people do to keep their family blood pure and thicker than what people know," Vincent leaned forward to take a closer look at his sleeping grandfather.
"How was your relationship with your grandmother? Was she strict with you too?" Eve asked Vincent, wanting to know more about him and his relationship with the other family members.
A mischievous grin appeared on his lips, and he said, "I used to be a very proper child when I was young. People would barely find the opportunity to point their finger at me. But that didn't stop grandmother from remarking on me either."
"So you weren't naughty before," Eve said with a smile, and this broadened the smile on Vincent's lips.
"I was, but not much. I was my mother's boy and didn't like to upset her. And there's often very little to subjugate a child when he or she is locked in the library. Unlike someone who liked to explore. Marceline often got into trouble like that. She broke valuable things that belonged to grandmother on more than one occasion, and I don't think she did it without knowledge. She knew it was going to upset grandma here," Vincent explained, stepping away from his grandfather's coffin, and he walked to the valve that provided air to the vampire and vampiress's coffins.
Eve, who had moved and came to stand next to the older vampiress's coffin, noticed the woman's grey hair. There was a stake pushed into the person's chest, which hadn't been pulled out. Even in sleep, the woman looked serious in the coffin.
She then moved back to the first coffin that was placed on the other table. She asked,
"What did you mean earlier when you said she will kill us if she wakes up?"
"She's grandpa's aunt, and she tried to kill him, and also my father," Vincent began, his lips twisting and a look of curiosity in his eyes. He walked from one side of the chamber to where Eve stood before stopping next to the young-looking vampiress's coffin. Gretchen Moriarty had red hair, her mouth full.
"Why?" Eve asked curiously, wondering if they didn't get along.
"No, it isn't what you think," Vincent replied with a slow grin when he read the expression on Eve's face. "The story goes such that Aunt Gretchen killed two males in the Moriarty family, and she then tried to get rid of grandpa and my father. Something to do with doom being caused by the males, which isn't fully clear. Long back, one of the female ancestors started to eradicate males in the family and only keep the daughters. It became a tradition. At first, no one understood why the males were having such an unfortunate life as they died too young and easily, but grandfather was smart enough to break the cycle. She isn't the first woman who tried to kill a person in the family."
"How wild," Eve replied in a wry tone and heard Vincent chuckle. The more she heard about the Moriarty family, the more she realised how twisted the family was that she had married into. She asked, "What happened to the other people in the family…?" Because the other killer women weren't here in this room.
"Torn, and thrown out," Vincent answered nonchalantly before he continued, "Enough of the morbid details, time to show you the other parts of this humble house of the Moriarty mansion," he grinned as he said those words because even he knew the Moriarty house wasn't humble.
But before they could leave the chambers, the housekeeper of the place arrived in the front of the door and offered a deep bow,
"My apologies, young Master Vincent. There is something that needs your attention," the woman didn't raise her head and continued to bow with her eyes on the ground.
Eve wondered how hard this woman must have trained when she was young to hold the etiquette to be the oldest housekeeper of the oldest pureblooded family. Or if she was born this way.
Vincent said, "One of the legs of the tables in here is weak and needs to be fixed."
"I will have it fixed, sire," Carla replied.
Vincent and Eve left the chambers, followed by the woman housekeeper.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 459 Werewolf’s Fatal Bite To A Vampire
When they reached the main hall that was right next to the stairs, Eve's eyes fell on Marceline's coachman, who looked like he was at the end of his wits. His eyes were wide in worry, and he shivered, while he looked back and forth.
The housekeeper informed, "This man here is saying that there's a werewolf roaming the grounds of the Moriarty estate. I have sent the servants to scout the place. It has been many years since we last sighted a werewolf on these grounds. If there is a rogue werewolf, it must have followed you on your way here to the mansion."
Marceline's coachman quickly bowed before he explained in haste, "Master Vincent, there's a werewolf and I saw it with my own eyes. It was right near the carriage, please believe me!"
"Carla has already sent the servants to take a look around to be sure. You should comfortably sleep in your room, as there's no need for you to worry about the werewolf entering your room and tearing you apart into little pieces, with blood splattered on the wall as it drips down. That's not going to happen," Vincent smiled at Adam, whose imagination ran wild.
"S--sire?" Adam asked in horror. One would think that after working for Marceline Moriarty, he could withstand the strongest winds and be less scared of anything, but it seemed the opposite, Eve thought to herself. He said, "The werewolf looked ferocious and looking for blood."
Even though Adam wasn't a human, but a vampire, he was worried about the presence of a rogue werewolf because the werewolf's saliva and the bite were injurious to a vampire and had the chances of killing him. The world was divided into two categories-- brain and brawn. While the vampires were intelligent and cunning, the werewolves held a physical strength that, on average, overpowered any regular vampire. There were only a few gifted exceptions to it and a few who had neither brains nor brawn.
Vincent rolled his eyes and asked Eve, "Do you want to take a look outside?"
Eve nodded, "I don't mind."
But the housekeeper's eyes were deeply furrowed. Carla didn't understand why the young master had to go too when the servants were already scouting through, and she couldn't have him look for the werewolf by himself and said, "Let me come along too, Master Vincent."
The four of them stepped out of the mansion with a lantern each in their hands as it gently swung because of the wind. Adam took them to the shed where he had encountered the rogue werewolf.
In the meantime, Timotei had sneaked his small body inside the huge mansion and asked himself, "Where is everyone?" He sniffed the air, trying to pick up Vincent and Eve's scent, but the only scent he could pick was of Eve in the air. "It's good that she's a fish, easier to follow the scent."
No one was around to witness the cat sneak in and make its way through the corridors. Its paws continued to push as it walked. He murmured to himself, "It feels just like many years ago, the perfect atmosphere to relax in than in bright lights. Mm, brings back memories. This is how a mansion should be built!"
As Timotei walked in the corridors, he came across the family portraits that were placed according to the generations that had existed. He saw the family portrait of the current Viscount and his family. He then walked further and further, before he came to stand in front of the oldest family portrait and said,
"I should get my portrait done too. The great me, who will one day conquer this whole world and eradicate the existence of the rats. Maybe get two portraits, one in my cat self, one and after Eve turns me into a vampire," he softly cackled in excitement before clearing his throat and walking through the old corridors of the mansion.
A few minutes later, Timotei reached the underground and came to stand in front of the dark double door of the chamber. Feeling Eve's scent heavily residing behind these doors, he pushed the door with ease and stepped inside it.
"Eve? Vincent?" Timotei called their names but didn't find them, while his eyes swept through the place.
When the black cat's head moved from right to left, his eyes finally focused on three tables, where on top of each of the tables were three separate wooden coffins. The black cat gasped, "Did someone kill them and put them in a coffin? That was too quick. I will rescue you both!"
The black cat climbed onto the table with the help of one of the table's legs, and he came to stand on the glass case that covered the top of the coffin. He walked towards the head position of the coffin, and looked inside before blinking, "Who is this?"
Being lazy, Timotei then jumped on the second coffin, looking for Eve and Vincent but not finding them in it either, he finally readied his body and jumped onto the last coffin, he was yet to take a look at. But when he jumped on the third coffin, it caused an imbalance with the table, and the table's two legs broke.
It took less than two seconds for the table's surface to slide down, and the coffin lost its surface, which ended up crashing on the ground, and the impact caused the protective glass case shattered into pieces.
On the other hand, the black cat had successfully jumped away from the table, just before the table broke down. On noticing the little mishap that was caused, Timotei exclaimed, "Oops."
Bringing his head closer to the sleeping person, Timotei stared at the person inside the coffin. He then laughed, "Ahahaha, everything is just fine. There's nothing to worry about." His voice then turned serious, and he said, "What cheap table have they been using? It isn't my fault that it broke. If they used a good table, it wouldn't have crashed. Anyways," he dusted the fur on his chest and asked himself, "Where was I?"
The black cat, not bothering to clean the mess it made, turned around and stepped out of the chamber.
Outside the vast building, Vincent and the others stepped near the shed.
"There's nothing here," Carla remarked dully, and her dull eyes shifted to look at the servant.
The other servants quickly appeared to come and report, "We didn't find anything suspicious. There's no sight of a rogue werewolf and the doors and gates have been locked."
The housekeeper informed Vincent, "Master Vincent, you and Lady Genevieve should have some rest as there's nothing to worry about here. You two had a long journey."
Vincent gave a slight nod and said, "Go ahead. We'll get inside after a few minutes."
The housekeeper and the servants stepped back inside the mansion, while Eve turned and looked around the snow that now rested on the bushes. She then heard Vincent remark,
"I think I know about the werewolf."
Eve turned back to look at him and asked, "You do?" Noticing him staring at the snowy ground, she brought her lantern closer, and light fell on the faint paw print. "Timotei..."
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 460 Stray Cat
"Adam told them that it's a werewolf and they are looking for a bigger paw print, but in reality the culprit here was someone with small paws," Vincent stated and stretched his hand forward. When Eve gave him a questioning look, he said, "The lantern."
"I like to carry it," Eve replied with a smile, tearing her eyes away from Vincent and then looking back at the ground. She said at the paw print, "I didn't know he came along with us."
"Sneaky little thing. He must have somehow gotten inside when Adam was locking the carriage door and didn't come out until now," Vincent remarked, and he slipped his hand into Eve's free hand, holding it to provide her warmth.
Eve wondered what Timotei was doing here with them. Perhaps it was his shadow that had scared the poor coachman. She moved closer to Vincent, wrapping her hand around his arm, when she felt the cold air touch her face. She said,
"This place is colder than I expected it to be."
"The fireplace must already be burning in our room. Let us go there," Vincent stated, and they walked inside the mansion.
They had taken barely ten steps inside the mansion, when the housekeeper appeared in a bad mood, and she wasn't alone. A black cat dangled in her hand, which she felt by the scruff of the cat, while her shoes softly clicked against the carpeted floor.
Eve noticed Carla had evident scratch marks from the cat, and a drop of blood was drawn out on the back of her hand. The housekeeper bowed, while keeping the struggling cat at a distance from her and said,
"Forgive me, Master Vincent. This little intruder got in without anyone's notice and was in the kitchen. I don't know how this stray came in, but I will have it thrown out right away."
"No!" Eve exclaimed, and the housekeeper's eyebrows furrowed. "This is my cat."
"Your cat?" Carla questioned, as if not believing.
"You heard Eve. Drop the cat," upon one word from Vincent, the housekeeper quickly released the black cat, who uncannily stared at her.
Eve bent down, picked up Timotei in her hand, and politely said to the housekeeper, "This is my cat. Timotei. I hope he didn't cause any trouble in the kitchen."
Carla pursed her lips for two seconds as if mincing what she actually wanted to say and replied, "No. He just happened to pick a piece of meat."
"You can prepare his meal and give it to him in the dining room. He must be hungry," Vincent said, looking at the black cat, whose tail stretched straight at Vincent's words.
Carla stared at them for a moment and then replied, "It will be done, Master Vincent." She gave a look at the black cat as if not holding a likeness towards it, and turning around, she disappeared out of their sight.
"Who is that woman?! Trying to throw me out, when I belong here more than she does," Timotei huffed and said to the couple, "If you both didn't stop me, I would have scratched her face. Today is her lucky day to go undamaged by me."
"What are you doing here, Timotei?" Eve asked, while looking at the black cat. "I thought you were supposed to stay with Eugene and Rosetta."
Timotei didn't seem to mind Eve holding him in her hands, but the same couldn't be said when it came to the pureblooded vampire. When the pureblooded vampire's hand reached towards the black cat, Timotei quickly jumped out of the mermaid's hands. He then replied,
"Eugene has Rosetta to babysit him and now that they are married, I didn't want to be a third wheel between them and feel like an unwanted distraction. I mean who even hangs out with a newly married couple, when they will be busy in their own world. Aren't I, right? So I thought I would just tag along in the other carriage."
"What a thoughtful cat. You seem to like to give people their space," Vincent said dryly because it seemed like Timotei had forgotten that he and Eve had only recently gotten married.
"Of course, I am a thoughtful person. People are blessed to have me around them," Timotei replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "When I saw Marceline's carriage leaving the Moriarty mansion in Skellington empty, I couldn't resist. As Marceline was riding with you two, I thought, what difference would it make if a small body like me takes a little space in the other carriage. Though I didn't expect to sleep for so long," he said thoughtfully.
Vincent stared at the cat as it rambled on, and he said, "You are here so that Eve can turn you into your vampire-self."
The cat looked at Vincent, blinking twice. Then it said, "Yes, it is why I am here. So that we can keep the end of the bargain, and I can turn into a vampire and then sail into the moonset. Wonderful life waits ahead of me," he placed his paw on his chest. He said, "I am the most innocent, gentlest, loveable cat, I mean person, you will ever meet. And, the most reliable one with full loyalty. By the way, can I get a room of my own? Also hot water, and let the food keep coming."
"Perhaps we should have left you with Marceline to keep an eye on her if we knew you were riding with us," Vincent responded to the black cat's words.
"What I meant to say is that I am going to the dining room to have my meal," Timotei quickly followed the housekeeper's footsteps.
Eve sighed, "I guess it isn't bad to have company. I haven't learned how to tap into the magic he wants me to work on him. Does this mansion have its own library?" She turned to look at Vincent, who continued to stare in the direction where the cat had disappeared. "What is it?"
"It seemed like he was lying. He is here for a different reason," Vincent replied to her.
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