Allure Of The Night

Music Recommendation: Sharpening my knives- Kris Bowers

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In Meadow town, Eve and Eugene continued watching the workers work. Eugene was in the backyard along with the gardening tools, removing frozen plants from the ground and snow from the ones still alive.

Eve’s heart felt lighter after listening to the townsfolk talk to her. It gave her gratification hearing them apologise to her. Vincent had raised her value in the townspeople’s eyes, and to them, she was their saviour.

A few minutes later, Eugene returned inside and said, “Miss Eve, I will be going to get the plants from the forest. The plants have died and I will need to replace them all. Is there anything you want me to get for you? Or if you need me to stay here?”

“I don’t think I need anything. Do you want me to come with you?” Eve asked in return, and Eugene shook his head.

“I will be fine, Miss Eve. It is just pulling out some of the plants and putting them in the carriage,” Eugene answered, dusting his low-quality gloves against each other. “I had planned to clean the carriage before Lady Aubrey’s arrival, so it’s good that I haven’t done it yet. I will place all the plants below the seat.”

Eve asked, “Wouldn’t it be better to re-pot once Winter is coming to an end?” After all, it would take some more time before they would occupy this house again. “Unless you plan to come visit every day.”

“A little visit every day to see how the work is progressing and the plants shouldn’t be too bad,” Eugene responded. He said, “I hope your day has been going how you wanted it to be.”

Last year at this time of her birthday, Eve had gone out along with Lady Aubrey and Eugene to attend a local play in the next town. Afterwards, they ate in an inn together, which Lady Aubrey paid for as she hadn’t started earning.

Eve smiled and replied, “It is much better than I expected it to be.”

“That’s good to hear, milady,” Eugene hoped nothing but for the mermaid’s happiness after what she had been through until now.

When Eugene stepped out of the house, Eve followed him and watched him climb onto the driver’s seat of the carriage. He said, “I will try to get back soon, but if it gets late, don’t wait.”

Eve nodded, “Be careful, Eugene.”

“You too, milady,” Eugene pulled the reins of the horses, and soon the carriage left and was out of sight.

Away from Dawson’s house, near the local carriage stop of Skellington town, Timotei moved his paws as quickly as he could. When he saw a local carriage arrive, he sped towards it and heard the coachman yell,

“NEXT STOP TO MEADOW, HUMGAUY!”

The black cat quickly climbed inside the carriage through the door and took a seat near the window, as if he was one of the respected passengers from Skellington with how he raised his little head. One of the passengers who got inside the carriage didn’t shoo the cat, believing the cat belonged to the coachman.

Timotei tapped his little paw on the seat, hoping to get to Eve before the vile and dumb vampiress got to her. Thankfully, he wasn’t in front of Marceline, or he would be the animal sacrifice.

If he wasn’t wrong, Marceline would waste a couple of minutes sacrificing an animal, and hopefully, this damn carriage wouldn’t break in the middle of his journey, everything would go well, and lives would be saved. He nodded to himself while thinking.

“Hmph!” Timotei huffed, which came out like a small sneeze.

As always, he was the one to save the world from wicked people. If people knew about his great actions, they would make a statue of him. A big one, which would tower over the buildings, and… maybe at the centre of the town. Yes, the black cat nodded. His statue in the town for everyone to see and worship him!

But for that… he was supposed to be turned back into his vampire self!

Once the local carriage arrived at Meadow town, the coachman stopped the vehicle and yelled, “MEADOW TOWN! Anyone who wants a ride to HUMGAUY?”

Timotei quickly jumped out of the carriage door and tried to pick up Eve and Eugene’s scent in the air. But it was hard with the scent of the market wafting in the air. On the way, Timotei was distracted by the smell of the cooked duck pulling him towards it in this cold weather.

“How can I deny you, when you are so sensually inviting me,” the black cat licked its lips and walked towards the shop. He noticed the duck placed on the counter and a plate. He said, “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I am here.” He tore the roasted duck’s leg, which was sprinkled with salt. He took a bite from it.

“AHHH!!” a woman screamed, pointing her finger at the black cat. She shouted, “This filthy cat is eating the food!”

Someone else threw something at Timotei, while the black cat tore another leg of the duck and escaped from there. He ate the meat, licking it clean, before throwing the bone behind him, which hit someone’s face. And that person was none other than Patrick Humphrey.

Patrick looked back and forth, raising his hands and ready to fight the person who had thrown the bone. But he couldn’t find who it was.

Timotei didn’t care to turn behind and see where the bone had flown to, as he was on important work here. He went to Dawson’s house and caught Eve in the backyard cleaning the house nameplate.

“EVE!”

Eve was startled, not expecting the cat’s sudden visit, and asked, “What are you doing here, Timotei?” Was the cat bored in the mansion?

“I have come to save you! Marceline is on her way to come here for you!” Timotei spoke, the volume of his voice rose, and Eve quickly took the black cat in her arms. She walked to the far end of their backyard so that the workers and any other nosey person wouldn’t catch her with a talking cat.

“Tell me from the beginning.”

“Marceline needs to sacrifice three things. No actually four, and one of the four sacrifices is you,” Timotei said in a hurried voice, while suddenly whispering. “She met this witch and killed her. And a bear. She’s doing this to fix her leg that oh my, it will make your head spin. She got cursed or something. She will come here any moment, and you need to get yourself to safety.”

Eve’s eyebrows furrowed, and she said, “Let her come. We need to put all of this to an end.”

Timotei blinked before shaking his head, “Nooo! Did you not hear me now?”

“What difference would it make if she tries to kill me today, or if she postpones to kill me tomorrow or some other day?” Eve asked the cat.

“Even if you want to put it to rest, her mind is filled with putting you to rest. The only rest she will listen to is if you kill her. Which actually I don’t mind. I have been wanting to scratch that vampiress’s face, for quite some time now,” the black suddenly looked eager to do it. “Shall we?” His tail moved in excitement.