Allure Of The Night-Novel

Deacon moved toward the woman and grabbed Eve’s hand with force. Eve winced in pain but didn’t stop struggling from his hold and stopping him from dragging her. She had been scared that her legs would transform and reveal her mermaid tail to the people present here. She resisted the guard by throwing a handful of dust from the ground and into his eyes.

Scrambling away from him, Eve’s back hit the wall as she gasped for air.

“You bitch! I will fucking kill you myself for this!” Deacon tried to get the dust out of his eyes, which had momentarily blinded him. Rubbing his eyes, he walked towards her and closed the distance between them.

Before the head guard could cause any harm, Vincent gripped Deacon’s hair and pulled it hard to get the guard away from Eve while he kicked another guard’s knee, and the guard fell in pain. A chuckle escaped from Vincent’s lips, and he asked, “You have some nerve, don’t you?”

Deacon somehow wriggled away from Vincent’s hold and glared at him.

“Don’t you think you are going a little too far for this woman, Mr. Moriarty? Seems like something is going on that we aren’t aware of. What will people say if they find out?”

“Why don’t you get closer and I will tell you,” whispered Vincent with a nerve-chilling smile.

“Stop this madness, Vincent! The members of the inner circle won’t be happy if they find the damage you have caused here,” Mr. Cripps stated in a furious tone. Vincent had turned this place into a mess!

There were blood drops that belonged to the guards on Vincent’s face; some were heavy enough to slide down and smear down his skin.

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“What will people think?” Vincent repeated Deacon’s words. “People will think you were foolish to think you failed to follow simple words. Do you have a small brain which is why you cannot comprehend my warning?”

Now that Deacon had the other two councilman’s permission, he used all force in fighting with Vincent. But the more he tried to get a hit at the pureblooded vampire, the more he stumbled forward as if he was swinging his hands in the air, and Vincent chuckled.

Vincent turned to the council members and asked,

“Would you like to take part in it?”

“Don’t think I won’t report your actions of disrespect to the higher ups,” glared Mr. Cripps with a hardened expression.

“Go on. It might save your time,” Vincent challenged the councilman.

The other councilman whispered to his senior, “Sire, this is not going well…”

Mr. Cripps disregarded what his subordinate said and questioned Vincent, “Why are you doing this? Your actions will be considered going against the council, and you will be punished far worse than this woman.”

Vincent responded, “Firstly, this woman has nothing to do with your case. Secondly, she’s my precious governess and thirdly, I am not pleased with the condition I found her in.”

“She might be your governess but that doesn’t erase the fact that she’s under suspicion of murder. The villagers and the magistrate have given their statements against her,” stated Mr. Cripps.

Vincent dodged Deacon’s punch when the man came to attack him. Getting hold of the head guard’s body, he kneed Deacon’s stomach before punching him. He kicked him twice before letting go of the head guard, who hunched his back and scowled.

“What’s the matter, head guard? Did someone falsely promote you in here, because you seem weak,” Vincent taunted, one corner of his lips curling with smugness. “Or are you able to display your strength only in front of the unfortunate, because you are weak.”

Deacon spat the blood on the ground and said, “I thought you were a reputed man, Mr. Moriarty. You should just follow the orders.”

“Did you?”

On hearing Vincent’s question, Deacon’s movements froze, and the council members wondered what Vincent was even talking about.

“This is how offenders are treated,” huffed Deacon, and he came back to leave a blow at Vincent.

But Vincent caught the head guard’s arm, “You made a mistake touching her. But you know what they say, you reap what you sow. And do you know what you sowed?” He hit Deacon’s chest with his other hand, which had the person throw up blood. “You sowed death.”

By now, Deacon realized the rumours about this man in front of him were true. But it was too late to make amends, as the damage he had made was visible on the woman.

Vincent caught hold of Deacon’s hand, twisted his fingers and questioned the guards around, “Anyone here kind enough to tell who hit this woman here? Don’t be shy,” he hummed.

Vincent turned to Eve, his head tilting in question.

Eve was in shock on seeing the amount of blood spill. She couldn’t believe that Vincent had killed half the guards just to stop them from taking her back into the cell.

When her eyes met Vincent’s waiting eyes, her gaze moved to Deacon and the pureblooded vampire smiled.

Deacon screamed in pain when Vincent didn’t just break his fingers, and maybe it would have been better to be broken. But the pureblooded vampire held two fingers in one hand and the other three in another before tearing it in two different directions for more blood to spill.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!” Deacon clutched his hands as blood dripped on the ground continuously.

And then Vincent’s hand reached for Deacon’s neck, clasping it in an iron grip and making it hard for Deacon to move.

“Let go of the head guard. Let us sit down and discuss the matter in front of the council,” Mr. Cripps finally used the approach that his subordinate had earlier suggested prior to all this mess.

“I am not interested in it anymore,” Vincent was least bothered with the consequences. “If there’s one thing I hate, that’s people having trouble listening.”

Deacon tried to get out of Vincent’s hold, but it was useless. His quickly pleaded, “F-forgive me, Mr. Moriarty. I wa-as only doing my duty here. P-pleease. It wasn’t me, I didn’t do anythin-ng,” he stuttered.

Vincent stared into Deacon’s eyes and said, “Life must be hard doing your duty here, isn’t it?”

“Vincent, what do you thi—” Mr. Cripps’s words were stuck in his throat when Vincent separated the head guard’s head from his body before dropping them on the ground.

Vincent then turned to look at the councilman and asked, “You were telling something, Mr. Cripps? It was hard to concentrate with that eyesore in front of me.”

With the end of the fight, shock filled the people’s faces, and silence befell again.

Mr. Cripps was left speechless, and so were the others who were still alive. W-what did this man do? He killed the head guard of the dungeon without a second thought! He gritted his teeth and shouted,

“Such recklessness, you—”

“Shhh,” Vincent silenced the man. “There’s no need to burst a vein at this age of yours. Don’t forget that you were the one who started the fight.”

“What the hell are you talking about?! You didn’t let the guards take the woman—”

“We could have sat down and calmly sorted it. But you refused even after I clearly stated that this woman has nothing to do with the murder of Mr. Fowler or the case itself,” Vincent put the blame on the councilman, who looked furious and ready to burst like a boiling volcano. “The lead to the case is sitting in the carriage. Can you imagine what people would say if they were to find that you randomly allowed a woman get tortured in here?”

Mr. Cripps gawked at Vincent in shock before his hands turned into fists, and he tried to control his anger.

“Why… Why didn’t you tell me this before?!” If Mr. Cripps knew about this, he would have inquired before letting things get out of hand!

Vincent didn’t respond to the councilman and quietly walked to where Eve sat while taking the wall’s support.

Gregory, the other councilman with Mr. Cripps, said, “Sire, this is not looking good. If this woman is really innocent and if the lead and culprit is sitting elsewhere.”

“You think so?!” Mr. Cripps’s eyes snapped at his subordinate. Right now, Vincent had put him in a difficult spot because of the number of deaths in the dungeon.