Allure Of The Night

Eve didn’t like what Vincent said, and she shook her head as if that would help rid the information he had just told her. She said,

“How is that possible though? It has been many years since the king and his sons have passed away. Even if the curse has passed on… isn’t it supposed to pass through generations where someone might have killed the other?”

“None of them have shown any kind of abilities since the king’s sons. The king’s sons had offspring, and then their offspring, but with no credible traits of the ability like the one that was bestowed by Nerhys,” Vincent explained to her, and he said, “Hold on.”

Eve watched Vincent walk near the piano room and peek inside the room. On seeing Allie sitting at the table with a book in front of her. He said, “Hamster, why don’t you practice the piano sheet, while I borrow Eve for a few minutes.” He offered a smile to his little sister, who nodded at his words.

The young vampiress got down from her chair and walked to where the piano was, taking her seat on the bench facing the piano. Vincent stepped away from the room, returned to Eve and said, “Follow me.”

Eve followed Vincent, and they reached the library room of the mansion. He pulled out the same book that held half information about the Sea Goddess and the curse she placed on King Gauntlet and his children.

“Read this page again,” Vincent handed the book to Eve to read. While Eve’s eyes started to trail the lines of words, she heard him say, “Nerhys didn’t just curse the people whom she had offered the rare abilities, and also the others, who supported the king. But the curse also extended to the two princes who were the last to survive. Though the prince’s sons were born, they didn’t hold the ability and were spared to live. Not everyone has extraordinary skills, not even the oldest and highly regarded pureblooded vampires. And many of us don’t like showing our abilities until it is required.”

Eve finished reading the page until the mention of the curse and where the page was torn. She couldn’t believe Marceline had torn this page when this was the most essential piece of the story. She asked him,

“Do you think if I turn Timotei back to his original form he will remember what happened during King Gauntlet’s time?”

“The black cat is obsessed with its tail. If you turn him back, he will miss his cat form,” Vincent deadpanned, and he let his back lean against the edge of the table in the room. “If what the cat said is true, that you have the same aura as the woman who turned him, and I have the same energy as the King’s son, then Noah has been hiding his abilities.”

“You guys have been at peace so far, haven’t you?” Eve questioned with her furrowed eyebrows.

Vincent blinked at her question, “Hm?”

Eve asked him, “Did something happen between you two?”

“I would hardly call it something. Remember the night I visited you before we buried the wrong person and the wound on my face,” Vincent reminded her, and he said, “It was a little discussion that I was testing on him.”

“By being hit?” Eve frowned when she saw the pureblooded vampire shrug. She had never considered Noah to be a violent person, and she said, “You provoked him about something.”

She didn’t want Vincent and Noah to shed blood of each other, it was something that turned her worried. It was one thing to hit, but a whole different thing to take someone’s life to balance the world. Suddenly she remembered the time when she had dreamt about a werewolf attacking her.

“You are supposed to be on my side,” Vincent stated, the smile slipping from his lips and he looked slightly jealous. Though he knew that Eve’s heart now belonged to him, he couldn’t help but feel possessive over her.

Eve smiled on noticing this, and said, “I am. I don’t think Noah and you are destined to kill the other. I mean if there’s no conflict, there shouldn’t be a problem, right? We can prove the curse wrong.”

“My silly one,” Vincent pushed himself forward and kissed the side of Eve’s head, “There’s a reason something is called a curse. You cannot hoodwink it and are bound to it by blood and fate.”

pan-da-n0vel.com Eve pursed her lips and said, “There’s also breaking the curse though. There must be someone who knows or heard it.”

“The Council’s library must have something regarding it. I will take a look there,” Vincent said, adding, “You are free to come with me, if you want.” It was because, at the mention of the Council’s library, he noticed Eve’s eyes widened in interest as if suddenly turning eager.

“I would like to join in to read with you,” Eve accepted his invitation, and Vincent gave her a nod. She then looked back at the book and said, “It says here that King Gauntlet had initially arranged Nerhy’s next daughter to be betrothed to King Gauntlet’s son… Do you think he had a specific son in mind?”

“If only we could summon the ghost of the King, it would make things so much easier,” Vincent’s words lacked any humour in it. His lips twisted, and he asked, “Wasn’t the woman whom the Duke is going to get engaged to a seamstress? I know this because Marceline suddenly ordered tons of fabrics and threads that go to waste.”

Eve nodded at Vincent’s question, “Lady Anaya has a passion for making dresses.”

“Excellent, it seems like we have found a seamstress for your wedding gown,” Vincent’s eyes sparkled with mischief and rubbed his hands together. “The weather is turning chilly,” he said when Eve’s eyes narrowed at him.

“I should get back to Allie,” Eve said, closing the book and placing it back in its place.

“Let us go to Woodlock once you are done with your work here,” Vincent proposed the idea, and he said, “I will finish my work in the Council and come back to pick you.”

Eve nodded and left the library room, while Vincent turned to look at the book on the shelf. He wondered if there was something more here for the people with abilities to be born in or around the same timeline. For a greater purpose or destruction.