450 Carriage ride through the night
Music Recommendation: Bad dreams- Alex Baranowski
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When Marceline stepped inside the carriage and took a comfortable seat, waiting for the coachman to close the door, soon Vincent and Eve joined by climbing inside it. The vampiress’s eyes narrowed, and she asked,
“What happened to riding in your own carriage?”
“Don’t be so cold, Marcie, when we should make the most of our time together until we reach the South. With that one leg of yours, you might need help,” Vincent smiled at her and took a seat right next to her that had her scoot to the other corner. Eve took a seat on the opposite side in front of them. “Who knows, maybe you will change your mind and decide to come back here to stay with us.”
The vampiress rolled her eyes before her lips set in a thin line. She said, “As if I don’t know that you will try to humiliate me if I stay here in the mansion.”
“I don’t have to do that, because you are doing that yourself,” Vincent responded, crossing his legs one over the other and he leaned his back against the seat. The carriage door was closed by Marceline’s coachman Adam.
Marceline gritted her teeth and said, “This is why you want to come. Because you want to make me feel miserable the rest of the journey. After all, you cannot rest in peace without causing some damage. I will never want to return here again.”
“Even if I say your life in the South will be miserable? There won’t be me or father to cover up your little murders,” Vincent stated.
“You are an expert in it, I will learn it too,” Marceline retorted.
Vincent clicked his tongue, shaking his head with amusement in his eyes. He said, “It seems like you don’t want to live in the mansion, but in a dungeon. Don’t think of contacting a witch or witcher from the South, they are quite notorious and will probably use your heart as a sacrifice.”
“Why do I need enemies when I have you in my life?” Marceline softly harrumphed and turned to look outside the window as the carriage began to pull itself away from the front of the Moriarty mansion’s entrance, riding through the opened gates and on the street.
Marceline turned to look behind and noticed another carriage following from behind, containing her trunks and other belongings.
The three of them barely spoke the whole ride, and it was almost a quiet ride. At least that is what one would feel without any words exchanged there, but every once in a while, Marceline’s eyes moved to glare at the lowly woman, who was now equal to her in status.
Hours passed, and the carriage stopped when they needed a break to attend nature’s call or the inn to eat.
Marceline was not used to travelling for a long distance, and somewhere on the way, she had fallen asleep.
Eve, looking outside the window at the snowy landscape, noticed how the density of the trees reduced, making it easier to look through the gaps of the land as they travelled through the path of the forest. The sky had started to turn dark, leaving a continuous shadow darker than the land next to it.
Her eyes moved to look at Vincent, who held a serious look, while he supported his jaw by the edge of his palm. As much as he annoyed his sister, there was a distant look in his eyes which didn’t reach his lips. As if sensing her gaze, he turned his sight at her and a slow smile appeared on his lips.
“Are you hungry, my love?” Vincent asked her, and she shook her head. “I am, you wouldn’t mind me taking a drink now, do you?” And though he didn’t receive an answer, he stretched his hand, to hold her hand.
Eve readily offered her hand and Vincent clasped around her wrist before he leaned forward. His fangs grew and he sank them into her skin, drinking her blood by sucking it. To Vincent, he could survive on Eve’s blood alone, and he savoured every drop before licking her skin clean.
“So delicious,” Vincent hummed with a satisfied look in his eyes.
When Vincent raised his eyes to look at her, she noticed how the distant look had disappeared and there was hunger in them. He said in a low voice, “Only if my sister wasn’t here. I would have eaten you up. Little by little.”
Eve blushed at Vincent’s words and quickly looked at Marceline to ensure the vampiress was still sleeping. She then said to him, “Can you not talk about such things in the presence of others.”
“She’s sleeping,” Vincent remarked with a crooked smile.
“Still,” Eve said, feeling his thumb caress the bite on her skin. “Also, it will be uncomfortable.”
“You don’t know that,” Vincent whispered with a teasing smile. “Imagine the moving carriage and a few bumps will give you just the right push and angle. Why sit quietly, when there are so many interesting things to do?”
“You have perverse thoughts, Vince.”
“But you love them,” Vincent grinned, noticing Eve worry about being listened to. As naughty as she was in the bedroom when they were alone, she was very embarrassed at the thought of someone catching them speaking naughty things.
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“A few more hours. We can stay in the mansion for a day or two, rest and then leave. It is where my ancestors of the Moriarty family used to live before my grandparents decided to settle in Skellington,” Vincent responded to her.
“I thought the Moriarty family used to live in Skellington,” Eve said with a look of curiosity in her eyes.
“Technically, the Moriarty family comes from the North, but as the family branched, over the centuries, they moved to the South in Holy Oak. Then finally in Skellington. We used to visit the town often when our grandparents returned to live there again, but they are put in their coffins now,” Vincent explained to her. He continued, “You might like the mansion better than the current one. It has beautiful architecture and the gardens are as big as the royal family.”