Allure Of The Night

Vincent’s eyes shone in mirth as if the blood seal barely bothered him, and he replied to her curious gaze, “There are reasons why some of the pureblooded vampires don’t show all their cards to the public, as you never know when it will come into use. Some abilities are convenient during situations you will least expect.”

“Like flying without anyone’s knowledge?” Eve asked him, still trying to figure out what it had to do with the blood seal he had made in the Council’s registry regarding the deal with the Hookes.

“I think it would be more interesting if I show it to you, than I explain,” Vincent took a step backwards, and said, “Come with me.” Holding her hand firmly in his, they started to walk.

“Where are we going?” Eve inquired because the last time when they had stepped out of the mansion, they had been lucky enough to return before Lady Aurora had barged into the piano room upon her maid’s word.

The corner of Vincent’s lips pulled up, and he answered, “Tonight let us stay in the mansion, than go outside. The weather is going to get harsher in a few hours.”

Eve followed Vincent through the deserted corridors, where no one noticed them on their way nor caught them sneaking away from where the soiree was just about to end with the guests, who had prepared to leave or were already leaving after having a delicious supper in the Moriarty’s mansion.

The candles burned brightly on the many stands, illuminating the corridors.

After walking for another minute more, they finally reached  in front of a room with doors that had carved vines. It was none other than Vincent Moriarty’s bedroom, and he opened the door for her.

Eve stepped inside, looking around where the room held a golden glow because more candles were burning in here, along with the fireplace, that kept the room bright. She heard the soft push of the door and the click of it being locked.

When she looked at him, Vincent’s expression barely changed, as if he wasn’t bothered by the fact that they were together in a closed room. In his bedroom. She watched him walk towards the desk and turn to look at her.

“What are you doing there standing by yourself?” Vincent questioned Eve, and she walked to where he stood.

Vincent pulled out a book which was made of binder parchments. He picked up a quill, and she asked him, “Do you sign someone else’s name?”

“No. It was my own sign, and my own blood. You saw Clayton verify it,” the smile on Vincent’s lips widened, and Eve watched him bite his palm. He then let the end of the quill wet itself with his blood. She curiously watched him sign his name on the parchment.

First few seconds, nothing happened, but after a few seconds passed, where the signature was still wet with his blood, she noticed it start to move without his interference, forming into another signature. Her eyebrows rose, and she asked,

“This is like magic. How did you do this?”

Vincent replied, “My body, it is nothing less to a lizard’s body. Every drop of blood and body parts of mine will listen to me even when detached and I can use it to my will.”

He continued, “The Hookes thought everything is done and locked away, without realising I haven’t signed at all.”

“But what about your blood?” Eve asked because no matter what sign, the blood belonged to Vincent and his eyes twinkled.

“It is another prisoner’s blood that I drew before which I mixed with mine,” Vincent answered and closed the parchment book, throwing it into the drawer. Eve wondered how Vincent’s body operated and where he had stored the prisoner’s blood. She shook her head and heard him say, “And the evidence that the Hookes gathered has been modified. Including the maid, who is still alive but has decided to change teams in her own good interest. I don’t think anyone is ever keen to die,” Vincent said in a nonchalant tone.

Eve let out a sigh of relief. She was glad to know the little tricks and strings that Vincent had pulled in the background without the Marquee or the Marchioness noticing it. She said, “Thank you for your abilities and your mind.”

Vincent led her towards the couch and said, “Sit here. I will be back in a minute.”

Eve sat on the couch, wondering what Vincent was up to. Her blue eyes followed him in the room as the pureblooded vampire padded on the carpeted floor. He returned with a little box and placed it on the table.

“What is this?” Eve asked him with a curious gaze that shifted between Vincent and the closed box.

“See it for yourself,” Vincent stated.

Eager to see what was in the box, Eve quickly pulled it towards her and opened it. Her eyes widened, with surprise passing in them, and she murmured, “It is a cake…”

Vincent, who had left for a moment, returned with a candle and sat on his heels. The clock on his watch dinged, letting them know that the next day had started, and so had Eve’s birthday.

“I only knew that you said that your birthday falls around Christmas. So I inquired with Eugene, and found the date. It isn’t much, but I thought it would be something you might be interested in. Peaceful birthday with your loved one,” Vincent remarked, and when he smiled, Eve noticed his fangs appear as the smile was wide.

“You weren’t wrong,” Eve agreed, and her eyes returned to look at the white cake with cream on it. There was a greeting on the cake that read–‘Happy Birthday, Eve’. There were two strawberries on every corner of the square cake. She expressed her appreciation for his thoughtfulness, “Thank you, Vince. I love it.”

“It is time to cut the cake,” Vincent offered her a knife, and she took it. He said, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Eve felt her cheeks turn warm because of Vincent’s extra attention and she cut a slice of cake. She asked him,

“Is this how you celebrate your birthday too?”

“Not anymore. My mother was the one who liked to sing during our birthdays. It used to annoy the heck out of me,” Vincent shivered at the memory. “We don’t do it anymore. But I think we should celebrate yours grand and loudly, and the song is the most important part.”

Eve smiled, “I don’t mind you not singing the song.”

“What are you saying, the song is the most important part. I have an excellent voice, which is a plus,” Vincent praised himself.

When Eve pulled the piece of cake out, Vincent took half of it and fed her the cake. He wished her, “Happy birthday, my Eve.” She took a bite and fed the other half piece to him.

Vincent allowed her to feed him the cake, and he licked every last bit of cream on her fingers until it was clean. The action left butterflies in her stomach. He said,

“I hope the way you have touched my life, I will be able to do the same. Where your days will be filled with happiness because your existence is my blessing.”