Allure Of The Night

Vincent walked forward, and came to stand in front of the shabby-looking man. The person’s clothes were covered in dirt, and his eyes looked sullen. Two windows with grills allowed light to pass into the room.

“Well well well, look who has come here,” commented the man, shackled with chains to the wall. His voice held a roughness and his eyes red, “I should have known that it was you who was behind imprisoning me in here. Moriarty,” he spat.

Vincent took a few steps towards the vampire who was tied, and bending down, he sat on his heels. He stared at the man with a blank expression on his face.

The man laughed and said, “Your family must have been sad. No, shameful. You poor rich people are so easy to break.”

“What’s your name?” Questioned Vincent.

The man huffed, “What are you going to do with my name? I am already here in your little prison. Are you going to kill me? Kill me then. I have no family, if that is what you are going to look for to torture. Nothing against me”

“And I care less about them,” said Vincent, standing up straight. “If you didn’t care about dying, you wouldn’t have tried hard to free yourself in the first place.” He tapped one of his wrists and then looked at the vampire’s hands where the skin had peeled around the wrists.

“So what? You and I both know that death is what awaits me. So you can quit the small talk. Or are you here to know the reason why I did what I did?” The vampire started to laugh before his voice turned serious,

“You all don’t understand how it feels to—”

Vincent sighed and said, “If you are going to cry, I think I shall pass.” He then turned to look at the merchant, who stood at the door. “Open the locks.”

“Huh?” The merchant responded, taken aback by Vincent’s words.

“I don’t have all day,” Vincent slipped his hands into his trousers pockets. While the other three didn’t know what was going on. Patton decided to move towards the wall side, already having a fair idea of what was going to happen next.

Once the vampire’s hands and legs were unshackled, the person didn’t bat his eyes and quickly pounced on Vincent to attack him. The merchant quickly ran out of the space, stepping out of the building. The man who had been held as prisoner until now, his fangs appeared, and his eyes turned bright red.

Vincent caught hold of the man by his neck before pushing the person against the wall with force.

“I will kill you!” The vampire struggled while using all his strength to attack Vincent.

“How ambitious,” murmured Vincent. “Sometimes, even I wish I could have a halo on my head. I think it would suit me well,” he grinned in the end.

“You might have killed one person, that doesn’t mean I don’t have other people,” the vampire warned Vincent. “You should let me free.”

Vincent found the situation to be amusing, and he chuckled, “Do you think I caught you to know why or what? I already know everything. How pathetic.”

The vampire was successful in moving his hand and scratching Vincent’s cheek. Blood seeped out from it. Vincent squeezed the man’s neck before throwing him to the floor in force. The vampire quickly stood up, but this time before he could get close, Vincent punched the vampire’s face.

“Not only pathetic but weak. Pitiful indeed,” mocked Vincent, and this fuelled the vampire.

In less than two minutes, the vampire sat on his knees, gasping for air. Blood was smeared on his lips and body.

The vampire’s dirty nails grew long and sharp, ready to sink into Vincent’s body. But when the vampire took a leap, Vincent raised his leg, and his clean, polished shoe connected with the vampire’s face. The force with which Vincent kicked him, the person’s body flew to the wall and fell to the ground.

“You could have handled the situation differently, by taking your anger on the right person. And frankly speaking,” said Vincent, who had walked to where the vampire laid, helped the man in getting up by grabbing the person’s hair. The vampire winced in pain, “I wouldn’t give any shit if you had taken another approach, but you tried something unforgivable.”

“T-that was something that had to be done,” came the raspy words from the vampire, and Vincent sighed.

The next second, Vincent repeatedly smashed the vampire’s head against the hard and uneven wall of the room. He did it until the vampire stopped moving and let go of the person. Blood dripped from the wall and mostly pooled on the ground near the vampire’s head.

The merchant, who witnessed this, had a look of horror and didn’t dare to move from his spot. When Vincent stepped out of the room, Patton followed him.

“Never seen a person die before?” Vincent questioned the merchant in a calm voice.

“Y-you told to capture him… nothing about killing him,” the merchant stuttered.

“You lied and I hit you. He did something worse, did you think I asked you to capture him so that I could gossip with him?” Vincent raised his eyebrows before he smiled. “We are vampires. This is what we do. You can leave with your lips sealed.” Saying this, he threw a silver coin at the merchant.

Seeing the merchant run away from there, Patton asked worried,

“Sire, if people come to know what you did, it might cause trouble!”

“Remove the evidence. Such a simple solution and to think you will be my right hand man in a few weeks,” Vincent clicked his tongue. Pulling out the handkerchief, he placed his shoe on the nearby can and wiped the blood off of it. “If people do find out, it will be a warning.”

Patton closed the door and locked it. Curious, he asked, “Why did you ask him for his name?”

“To have a cute little gravestone for him,” replied Vincent, and Patton blinked as if trying to understand the person. “What? I am not so heartless.”