Allure Of The Night-Novel

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Eve was engulfed in Vincent's arms. A bright smile appeared on her lips when he uttered about missing her when it felt like it had only been a few seconds since they had seen each other. Suddenly she felt his body stiffen, and he pulled away from her. He looked at her blue eyes and said,

"You are my Eve, aren't you?"

For a moment, Eve blinked at what Vincent said, and then she burst into laughter. She said, "What do you mean by that? Of course, I am your Eve," she sat upright and leaned to kiss his nose.

For a moment, Vincent was worried that the sea goddess had played a terrible joke on him because he hadn't heard Eve speak to him until now. He placed his hand on the side of her head, gently caressing it, and he sighed,

"You don't know what you put me through in these last few minutes. But it was worth it. Everything is worth it when it comes to you, come here," Vincent helped her sit on his lap, facing him. He put his hands around her waist and heard her say,

"Nerissa was stronger than I thought and she used the dagger before I had the chance to stop her. But... how I am all healed," she said, looking down at her body. There wasn't a single drop of blood smeared on her as if she had been cleaned.

Vincent intertwined their fingers with each other, and he said, "About that. Your mother was here."

"My mother?" Eve's eyes widened, and she looked around, waiting to catch sight of her, but she felt the gentle tug on her fingers and returned her gaze to Vincent.

"The sea goddess. Nerhys. She was the one who brought you back to me, and left. Back in the sea," Vincent let her know, and noticing the little furrow in her eyebrows, he said, "I am guessing you didn't meet her."

Eve shook her head, feeling it slightly bizarre, and said, "Would it be strange... if I said the only mother I remember in my memories is the one in this life?"

"I don't remember mine when I was Acheron, so I guess it makes the two of us," Vincent comforted her. "Just because you don't remember her doesn't make the relationship you had with her to be any less. It seemed that she was a good mother, and watched over you until now."

Eve nodded, grateful to the sea goddess for bringing her back to Vincent and not keeping her dead. She asked him,

"Are you alright?"

"With you on my lap, I am more than alright. I am fantastic," Vincent responded to her worry as she checked him from where she sat.

Eve then asked him, "Where is James's body? Was he still alive?"

Vincent didn't care about James's body because all his focus was on Eve. They had been apart for so long since she had been kidnapped that he didn't care if he had to fight the werewolf again. He replied,

"Hopefully one of the wild animals in the forest ate him up. That would be a good way to end everything."

The luminosity that the moon had before had lowered, and the air was no more thick with tension. It gave the opportunity for the couple to relax as they watched the waves. Eve rested her head on Vincent's shoulder and felt like she could finally breathe. The man who had killed her mother was dead, and she had killed him with her own hands just like she had thought about it.

"Something is bothering your mind, my love?" Vincent asked her as he continued to hug her with one of his hands.

"All these years... I was waiting for this moment, and I had made it to be my goal to find and kill him. But now that I have... It's like an unsettling feeling in my chest," Eve said to him with a slight wonderment, wondering if she was anxious about something.

"I believe that is because the goal you had assigned yourself is complete and you feel there's nothing more to do," Vincent said to her. "Or... sometimes you expect revenge to be satisfying in the end, but it is not always like that. Sometimes it leaves you with emptiness, because the things and people you have lost, they won't return after the completion of it."

So that was why, Eve thought to herself. She asked him, "Was that how you felt when you lost your mother?"

"Hm," Vincent hummed thoughtfully and said, "In some ways, maybe. But truthfully, when I found the opportunity to kill them, I just did what came to mind. I didn't think about revenge in particular. Because if the opportunity was given to me now, I would have planned to torture them for life, making them wish they were dead than alive. What I learned was that it was often the strongest, the smartest and most of the time the wealthiest that wins. I think in time, we all find our purpose, and you will find yours."

Eve nodded, "I guess. Maybe help the mermaids and the mermen. The sirens too, because not every siren is bad and they are worth saving like Nerissa."

"I am sure we can do something about it. Clayton would be more than happy to do good things," Vincent stated with one corner of his lips curling. He said, "We can bring James to life if you want to torture him the right way. I will be more than willing to help you orchestrate the torture. And if he hasn't been eaten by a bear or crocodile. What do you say?"

This brought a chuckle out of Eve, and she asked him, "And how do you suppose to do that, Mr. Moriarty? Don't tell me Nerhys will help us with that," she smiled sweetly at him.

"Well I think in a way she did," Vincent raised her curiosity because she didn't know what he meant by it. Soon he pulled out the glass vial from his coat pocket and gave it to her.

"The vial... I thought you used it to bring me back to life," Eve's eyes shifted from the vial to look at Vincent's red eyes.

"Before Nerhys left, she told me I should love you the way I always have and that would be enough," Vincent handed the vial to her and said, "I entrust this back to you, Genevieve Moriarty. The original owner of it."

Eve took it in her hand, staring at the colourless liquid and heard Vincent continue to speak, "She spoke simple words, but what she meant was that I kiss you to bring you back to life," he touched her lips.

Eve had only heard stories about the sea goddess and had never met or didn't remember the woman. But the woman's gesture warmed her heart, and she whispered, "Thank you."

Vincent asked her, "What do you plan to do with that vial?"

Eve enveloped the vial and looked at Vincent, "You know."

"Of course, my kind mermaid," Vincent leaned in to kiss her lips, and she returned the kiss with the same fervour.