Allure Of The Night-Novel

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Eugene quickly got down from the carriage and closed its door. Eve was confused as to what Miss Rosetta was doing in the carriage with Eugene.

“I swear I didn’t mean to push her that hard. But she showed her fangs and was going to suck me dry telling how thirsty she was. I freaked out and… pushed her and this happened…” Eugene wrung his hands in worry, somewhere relieved, while also feeling guilty for what he had done. “What are we going to do, Miss Eve?”

Even though Eugene was in his late thirties, he wasn’t too familiar with dealing with the folks who belonged to the night creatures.

Eve, who had passed through the worst part of the night, opened the carriage door and climbed inside. She placed her hand on Rosetta’s arm and tried waking her up,

“Miss Rosetta? Miss Rosetta, can you hear me?”

“You know her?” Eugene raised his eyebrows.

Eve nodded, “This is the woman I mentioned who dropped me home. My… new friend.”

“My apologies for hurting her, milady. I really didn’t mean to. Though I must say it is unusual for you to make a friend like herself,” noted Eugene, not because they belonged to different social classes but because this woman was a vampiress.

It was indeed unusual. Eve had never planned to be friends with Miss Rosetta, but from what she had seen, the young woman was lonely. She was a little spoiled, but that could be worked on, Eve thought as the young miss didn’t seem bad at heart.

“Miss Rosetta?” The young vampiress didn’t wake up, and Eve wondered what to do.

And then Eugene informed her, “Earlier she was quite drunk.”

Eve’s eyebrows furrowed, and then she said, “I think it would be best to take her home.”

“To Meadow?” Eugene asked, taken aback by the suggestion because who knew when this vampiress would wake up in the middle of the night and jump on one of them to suck their blood.

“No. Miss Rosetta lives with her aunt here in Skellington. You stay quiet and I will talk to the woman.”

“Yes, Miss Eve,” replied Eugene. Noticing Eve fumble around, he asked in concern, “Is your leg alright? Are you feeling weak?”

“It was a little mishap in the ballroom. Let us go,” said Eve and he drove the carriage to Lady Camille’s mansion as instructed by her.

The distance between where the carriage had earlier been parked and where Rosetta’s aunt’s mansion was located, Eve sat next to the unconscious vampiress. She had placed her hand on the other side of the young miss’s head so Rosetta wouldn’t bang her head again.

When the carriage reached the front of Rosetta’s aunt’s mansion, Eugene got down from his seat and opened the carriage’s door. Lady Camille’s butler craned his neck to see who it was. Upon noticing Eve, he quickly left the front and headed to the carriage.

Lady Camille stepped outside the mansion and frowned upon seeing her butler carrying her niece out of the carriage. She quickly climbed down the stairs and reaching the place, she demanded,

“What happened to Rosetta?”

Eve bowed and explained, “Miss Rosetta seemed to have drunk too much wine in the ball. I thought it would be right to bring her here safely, Lady Camille.”

For the first few seconds, Lady Camille couldn’t recognise Eve, but then it dawned on her that this woman was the same person her niece had recently become fond of. A woman who belonged to the lowly town Meadow. The older vampiress’s eyes quickly scanned the human, who wore an expensive gown. Even the shoes looked expensive.

Lady Camille turned to her butler and ordered, “Take Rosetta inside and let her rest in her room.”

“Yes, milady,” the butler quickly carried an unconscious Rosetta inside the mansion and disappeared from sight.

“We should leave too,” Eve offered a polite bow to the lady, and she was about to leave the place when the lady stopped her,

“I have something to talk to you about,” came the stern words from the older vampiress. “I heard from Rosetta that you both went to shop together in Hollow Valley?”

Eve nodded, “Yes.”

Lady Camille nodded and said, “I know you feel good to have a ‘friend’ like Rosetta next to you as she is the Marquee’s daughter. But instead of just making her pay for your gown and shoes, you should have helped her find a gown as good as yours,” her lips set themselves in a thin line.

Eve was taken aback by the sudden words spoken by Lady Camille. She offered a polite smile and said,

“Miss Rosetta didn’t pay for any of it. They were bought by Mr. Moriarty.” She decided to skip the part where she was supposed to return the gown, as this vampiress had decided to jump to the conclusion that she was using Rosetta.

Lady Camille’s eyes narrowed, “Mr. Moriarty?”

Eve nodded, “I work for the Moriarty family and was asked to attend the ball this evening to look after their daughter.”

“Is that so?” Lady Camille weighed Eve’s words. With Eve who proved her words wrong, the woman said, “I don’t think I have to tell you this, but it would be appreciated if you would keep your distance from my niece. If her father finds out that his dear daughter is associating herself with some lowly humans, he wouldn’t be pleased with it.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Eve politely replied with a smile and Lady Camille’s chin raised, where she was ready to disappear inside the mansion. But before that, Eve said, “I hope you can talk to Miss Rosetta about it too. Goodnight, Lady Camille,” Eve offered another bow and returned to her carriage.

Lady Camille stared at the old carriage being pulled by the two horses from the front of her mansion. There was no way that the Moriarty’s would pay such a hefty amount on a mere human, even if she was a governess. The woman didn’t like that her niece appeared to pale in the presence of this human.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she inhaled the air. Was that the scent of blood drifting in the air?

The next morning, Eve slept a little longer before getting ready to leave for work. Her foot would need a day or two to heal, which was why Eugene had decided to drop and pick her up, to prevent her from straining her foot.

Eugene was packing Eve’s lunch in the kitchen when someone knocked on the house’s front door. Lady Aubrey, who was reading the newsletter, turned toward the door and said,

“Eugene, go see who is at the door.”

“Yes, milady,” replied Eugene, wrapping the cloth around the lunchbox and making his way to the door.

He opened the door with a polite smile that immediately fell from his face when he met the vampiress who had tried to suck his blood last night. But more importantly, someone he had pushed had a bump on her forehead, which was now covered with a bandage.

Eugene hoped the lady wouldn’t remember what he had done last night as she was drunk.

But right now, Rosetta glared at him.