Allure Of The Night

When Eve woke up, her body felt light as the air, as if it was ready to float even though it continued to lay down on the ground. She was still conscious and somewhere she felt between being herself, while also feeling something powerful. She got up with her eyes still closed and she turned her body to face the men.

“What’s the matter, don’t feel chatty anymore?” Erasmus asked her.

Eve finally opened her eyes, which had radiant blue but it was mixed with gold in there. If one took a close look into the mermaid-sirens eyes, they would notice the intricate design that continued to form in there.

Eve turned her head to the side without revealing her eyes to the werewolf and asked, “What’s the point of being chatty if you are going to kill me in the end?”

Erasmus grinned cunningly, and he reminded, “For old time’s sake, how about I kiss you one last time. Of course, I will do it when you have only a few drops of your essence left in you. I don’t need you trying anything. Did you forget how you were in love with me?”

Eve’s lips curled and she said, “You are pitiful, Erasmus. Nobody loved you, not even me entirely, but you know that already because my first option was Acheron. Even your father chose Acheron.”

The werewolf’s face scrunched into a deep scowl as he glared at the sea creature inside the cage. He then smiled at her and said, “What about you? You were no less than me. Nerhys decided to give your sister to Acheron, and not you.”

“I think it would be better for you to not put me in the same place as you, Erasmus. It was a momentary lapse in my judgement that day, and though we are bound to each other, today is where it ends,” Eve said to him.

Erasmus turned to the priest and ordered, “Do the process faster. Let us have the ritual done quickly once the moon is out.”

The priest nodded and continued to utter spells and Eve felt as if her soul had been struck with a bolt of lightning as her essence reduced in her body. Her eyes took in the cage, looking at it carefully before her eyes fell on the metal dug into the ground. Of course, she thought in her mind. The cage had five only sides, and not six.

Eve placed her hand on the ground, stretching it wide and hiding it beneath her dress. Closing her eyes as if appearing to be in pain, she began to concentrate. While the essence was leaving her body, she used part of it to sink under the ground and find its way to where Vincent was.

‘Vincent, can you hear me?’ Eve asked in her mind, trying to make a mental connection.

There was no need to contact the siren or mermaid, as Eve was linked to Vincent with the bond. Because of the distance, they hadn’t been able to feel each other, but with Nerissa and her combined powers, her voice reached Vincent, who was in the air looking for Eve.

Vincent’s wings flapped, and his eyes skimmed the place where he was quickly, “Eve? Where are you?”

Even though they were not beside each other, Eve was so happy to just hear his voice. Her hands gripped the ground and she heard him ask, “Are you safe?!”

‘I am in a cage, Vince. James is Noah’s father,’ Eve rushed to give him the information, and she continued, ‘He’s put me in a cage and I haven’t been able to use my powers until now, but I will try again. I don’t know where we are, except that we are in a cave I think. The time is not on our side, the full moon is today.’

“That’s not possible,” Vincent remarked, and he turned to look at the sky where the moon was yet to show up.

‘James said he…’ Eve felt the strain in her body, ‘He planned it in a way to fool us. He has a priest sucking out my soul to sacrifice tonight.’

Vincent gritted his teeth and raked his mind for a solution. As he changed the direction of his flight, he asked, “You said it was a cave?”

Eve answered, ‘Yes.’

“What’s the colour of the walls in there? What do you see? Anything,” Vincent questioned.

Eve’s eyes opened carefully as she didn’t want to break the connection with Vincent, and her eyes took in the surroundings one more time. She said, ‘The walls look almost black but it has a tinge of maroon in there. I could hear birds earlier. There’s also something else. I can smell the salt. A lot of salt. I am sorry, Vince… I didn’t realise that it wasn’t you.’

“You don’t have to be sorry about it. Just stay safe, I am coming to get you,” Vincent said, making his way to the Council. “Salt in the air means you are somewhere near the sea. It is somewhere near Whispering Peaks or Cartnear mountains. Even James has limitations of how much he can apparate from one place to another, and he couldn’t do a lot with you in it too. Eve?”

Eve asked breathlessly, ‘Yes?’

‘I love you,’ Vincent said to her, bringing a smile to her lips.

‘And I love you back. Please be careful,’ Eve told him, before the connection she had made went blank and she heard Erasmus say to her,

“Are you meditating? The last of your hours.”

Eve finally turned around and met Erasmus’s eyes, “Well well. Look what we have here,” said the werewolf with an excited look. He had picked up the flask that contained her essence and he raised it to his lips, consuming it until the last available drop.

“I was praying for you,” Eve replied to him, and she added, “So that your soul can rinse and wash with my waves.”

“For someone who is going to die soon, you are losing your mind quickly,” Erasmus slipped his hands in his trouser pockets.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

Eve faced her open palm towards Erasmus, and it took less than five seconds for the air around her to start moving quickly. Soon drops of water started to get collected around her hand and instead of aiming her ability at him or the priest, she swiftly bent down and placed her fist to the ground.

Suddenly something seemed to emerge from the ground, and they were sharp spikes of air that couldn’t be seen. Erasmus was quick enough to jump back, but the same couldn’t be told about the priest, who didn’t move for a good two seconds.

“AHHH!!” The priest screamed in pain, while blood started to drip from the palms of his hands.

The look in Eve’s eyes wasn’t hers alone, but it contained the siren’s look who didn’t care about bleeding the man. When the priest dropped the book from his hand, he turned, ready to escape from there, but the sharpness of air with a hint of minute moisture, pierced right into his chest, causing him to drop dead on the ground, while blood started to surround his body.

When Eve used all her energy and swung her hands, the cage blew up and let her free from it.

“I have a promise to keep and I won’t rest until then,” Eve said with her eyes glowing gold and blue.

Erasmus laughed, liking the challenge and said, “One last dance between us.”

On the other hand, Vincent arrived at the Council with his wings on display and the councilmen who weren’t aware of it, their eyes widened in shock. Their lips moved, but no sound came as they had never known for any one to have wings.

“D—do you see what I am seeing?” One of the councilmen asked, while murmurs started to go around the place. “How does he fucking have wings?!”

“The devil had wings,” whispered someone else.

Vincent didn’t heed the comments, and his wings quickly disappeared behind his back in a blink of an eye. If it was possible the councilman’s eyes would have fallen from their sockets with how wide they had turned. He walked past them, making his way towards where Clayton could possibly be, but he met the Head Council in the middle of the corridor.

Clayton could hear the whisperings and the eyes that followed Vincent. He said, “You have gathered quite some attention on yourself.”

“Like always,” Vincent responded. Clayton noticed how Vincent’s eyes were bright now and he asked,

“Did you find where James or Genevieve is?”

“Are the men prepared?” Vincent asked, and Clayton nodded.

Vincent then turned to look at the open side of the corridor, and he stood in a certain direction, before sending out an echolocation. After a minute of waiting, where silence fell everywhere in the corridor and people, who waited to see what was going on, he turned to Clayton and said,

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Vincent didn’t stay there to speak more as he had somewhere to be and it was urgent. He stepped away from the corridor, and his wings emerged out, and he quickly flew away in a blink of an eye.

Clayton turned to one of the men and said, “Prepare the howler. Message need to be sent that the men need to be sent to Cartnear Mountain.”

Some of the council members continued to stand there, staring at the sky in the direction in which Vincent had disappeared. One of them asked,

“Do you think he is the devil’s son? He has wings of a bat!”

Clayton turned to look at the person and said, “Angels have them too. Get back to work already! Do you think you get paid for idling in the corridor?” He asked, annoyed, and the councilmen were quick to scurry away from there.

The Head Council made his way towards the other building, when guards suddenly began to follow him and he paused. Turning to them he asked in a glare, “Who told you to follow me?”

“Head Council Clayton, your life is in danger. We have been given orders to protect you from James Sullivan as he has tried to attack you!” One of the guards replied in a serious tone. “Sire, you need to be—”

Vincent that brat… Clayton thought in his mind.

Clayton stared at the guard, before he said, “Follow me, and I will make sure you are fired from your position. Out of my way now,” he dismissed the guards, before rolling his eyes. He took four steps before turning and saying to the guards, “If you are still bored, you can help the mowers. The lawn needs some trimming,” and he left the place, heading in the direction he initially was going to.

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