Allure Of The Night

Music Recommendation: Les outrages des hommes- Etienne Forget

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Eve stood in front of the burning fireplace, catching some heat. She watched one of the maids keep the last of her things in Vincent's room. Their room. The maid offered a deep bow, stepping out of the room, and closing the door behind her. To make sure that no one would come to disturb them tonight, Vincent walked towards the door and locked it.

Vincent's foot padded across the room, coming to where Eve stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her close, he asked her, "Are you tired? You stood for many hours without rest."

"They are just a little sore," Eve replied, and breathed in his clean scent, similar to the fresh air after heavy rain. "What about your feet?"

"I am a vampire. A pureblooded vampire on top of that. This is nothing," Vincent replied, loosening his arms. Picking up her hand, he tugged her towards the couch, which was only a few steps away from the fireplace.

Vincent had her sit on one end of the couch and he bent forward, picking up her feet. He then unbuckled her shoes before dropping them on the carpeted ground with a slight clatter. When he gently pressed his fingers on her feet, massaging them, a blissful sigh escaped from her lips.

She could definitely get used to this, Eve thought in her mind as her body began to relax. She leaned her back against the couch, watching Vincent relax and ease her foot from the tension she had been carrying since this morning. From now onwards, this was her room, and her home. She was a Moriarty.

"What were you and Aunt Aubrey talking about?" Eve asked him, as he continued to massage her feet.

"She wanted to make sure you will be taken good care of," Vincent replied, and he continued, "I am glad for her existence. That it was her who took you in, and not a greedy human, who would have sold you for meagre coins. Tell me, my little girl, what gift do you want from me?"

"Gift? You already gifted me," Eve responded with a smile, "You gave me my pearls."

"They were yours from the beginning, that belonged to you. It is a tradition in our pureblooded families for a husband to give his wife."

Eve stared back at him, wondering what to ask him. She replied, "I don't need a gift."

"Ask me anything without hesitation, and I will bring the world to your feet," Vincent let her know with a sly smile on his lips as he stared at her.

"Then... I want us to be together forever. To choose peace and love. One day in the future we will have a bigger family that will be filled with everything we wanted when we were young, and not lose anyone," Eve asked Vincent.

Eve never had an actual family, and as grateful as she was towards Aunt Aubrey and Eugene's presence, she often wondered how it might have been if her parents were still alive. If her father was alive and her mother didn't have to fend for her young self in this harsh world.

She wanted their children to have everyone who was dear and wished well about them. That they would have the whole family, with no missing people.

"You have my word. Our family will be happy and everything that you have wished for. And not go through the pain we have felt," Vincent promised her solemnly, and Eve smiled. He then added, "I knew you wouldn't pick something materialistic, and it would be something meaningful."

Eve smiled at Vincent's words, "Everything that I wanted, I already have and I have you next to me." The person who dotted her and her existence in his life.

"This morning, you looked breathtakingly beautiful in the wedding gown, and I am sure I was the envy of many. To behold you next to me," Vincent's compliments and sweetness was turning her heady and drunk with his words.

"I would say many women must envy me too, but I don't think they understand your quirky side like I do. I love all your sides, Vince. From the sweetest to the oddest to the craziest side of you," Eve conveyed her feelings for him.

"I know you do, and I love that very much about you," Vincent smiled, with his eyes brightly shining for his wife. "How does your feet feel now?"

"Much better," Eve responded, and her chest filled with more fondness towards her husband. She heard him say,

"Give me a minute," Vincent stood up from the couch, and walked to one side of the room. He came to stand in front of the cupboards and pulled the door.

Vincent's hand disappeared behind the cupboard door and pulled out a small box and an envelope before padding his way back to where Eve sat watching him. He handed them to her, "These are yours now."

Just by the sight of the dull envelope and a velvety red box, Eve immediately knew what it was and she said, "Is it from your mother?" She took them both in her hand before drawing her legs away from the seat to place them on the ground.

"It is," Vincent answered. He took his previous seat by sitting at the other end of the couch, while letting one of his hands rest against the edge of the couch.

As Eve turned around the envelope, she noticed the cursive handwriting that belonged to Katherina Moriarty. The letter read-- To the dearest person. She was excited and slightly nervous, wondering what was written in it. She heard Vincent say,

"Father told me that my mother had the habit of writing certain letters. Sometimes she wrote them for her future self, and some letters were for others. Like my father, me or Marceline. I found recently that one was also written for Annalise in her name."

Eve's eyebrows raised in surprise. She remarked, "She and Lady Annalise were acquainted with each other?"

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