Allure Of The Night
chapter-475

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As Eve and Vincent walked through the corridors of the magnificent mansion that now belonged to them, the pureblooded noticed Eve rubbing her eyes for the fourth time and he asked,

"Did something go in your eyes? Let me take a look at it."

They paused their footsteps and faced each other. Vincent held Eve's chin, bringing her face closer, and he stared into her bright blue eyes. But there was no dust particle that he caught in her eyes. She said,

"I don't know why but my eyes have been pricking for some time as if there's something in there and there was a slight burn."

Vincent leaned in closer and blew air into one of her eyes. He then did the same to her other eye before pulling away. He asked her, "How about now?"

Eve blinked her eyes and then nodded, "Better." Her vision felt clearer now. She then asked him, "Do you think the other bloodlines from King Gauntlet children who might be alive, might know anything about the curse and how to break it? Maybe we can ask them if we don't find Timotei's skeleton."

"There's only my family, the vampires and the Sullivans who are the werewolves of that bloodline," Vincent hummed, dropping his hand back to his side. "And the last time I checked, Noah appeared to be like any other werewolf. I didn't sense anything from him, and he seems to have had a clean record."

Eve's lips set themselves in a thin line. After Vincent recently informed her about the Sullivan family being connected to the Gauntlet family, she turned worried. Because that would mean that Vincent and Noah would be facing each other, and only one would survive at the end.

"Maybe I can touch his hand and know if he has any ability like yours? Or maybe I could talk to him and ask?" Eve asked Vincent, but Vincent shook his head.

"You won't find an answer to something that has been carefully hidden for years, Eve. If Noah does have an ability and is the last kin to that bloodline, then he has done an excellent job in hiding it. The man has too much self control," Vincent said to Eve, and they continued to walk in one of the corridors of the mansion.

"I hope it doesn't come to the point where you both will be forced to kill each other…" Eve said in a worried tone, while her eyebrows furrowed. She murmured, "The curse seems to always want to balance things out, doesn't it? First it was out of the two brother's only one would survive, and then we hear that the Moriarty women kill their brothers."

"If you ask me,I think there was some sort of misunderstanding many years ago and the same misconception has been passed down the generations, creating chaos and fear, when in truth there's nothing to worry about. I don't think the curse that the sea Goddess Nerhys left on the Gauntlet's family, branched into a second curse," Vincent explained, walking towards the balcony and they both stepped into it, noticing the blanket of trees and the hills that was there on this side of the mansion.

Eve wondered how things were back home. Hoping everything was well and peaceful, considering everyone was where they were supposed to be.

Hours passed, and soon night fell upon the place.

It was midnight, where everyone had gone to their rooms to rest, and so did Vincent and Eve, who now comfortably slept on the cushioned mattress of their room. Vincent's arm was stretched for Eve to use like a pillow, with a blanket covering them.

On one of the nearby trees was an owl, who sat on the branch with its eyes wide. Its hoot could be heard along with the soft rustling of the leaves, that brought a whisper of warning with the chill, to only be obstructed by the thick walls of the Moriarty mansion.

In the room and the stand on which Vincent's coat hung, his pocket glowed as if someone lit a candle, but nothing caught fire. The glow came from the dagger that was placed there.

Careful footsteps made their way towards the stand before standing in front of the coat. The person's hand reached for the pocket and pulled the dagger from there, which glowed even more as if it was responding to its rightful owner. The glow finally disappeared, settling back to its darkness.

The person carried the dagger in hand and walked towards the bed. The person's eyes fell on the bed, holding no expression, while clutching the dagger.

The person carefully climbed on the bed without making a sound and hovered in front of the person. Raising the dagger in the hand, the person used all the force to pierce the dagger into the chest where the beating heart laid.

But before the dagger could pierce Vincent's chest, he caught hold of the person's wrist, who was none other than Eve. She hovered above him with her eyes completely golden.

"Eve!" Vincent called her name, but she didn't respond and only stared as if she was in a trance.

As if realising she had failed in her attempt, the expression on her face twisted and she opened her mouth showing the jagged teeth. She tried to pull her hand away from Vincent's grip, wanting to strike at him again.

"Wake up!" Vincent raised his voice, but that didn't work, while he tried to keep the dagger away from him. "It seems like we should leave this mansion, as you seem to be taking over grandmother's qualities."

Vincent noticed how Eve wasn't herself, this was the siren's side that wanted his blood. She was strong, but he was stronger. He flipped their positions such that Eve's back was pressed against the bed, while he was on top of her, with his hands holding her hands down.

"I will bleed you until the very last drop of blood for what you did," Eve spoke in a heavy voice as she struggled to use the dagger on him.