Allure Of The Night-Novel

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Marceline walked as quickly as she could, while drops of his blood fell on the snowy ground, inking it with a trail of blood.

The vampiress headed towards where Eugene had parked the carriage. She said to herself,

"I have fulfilled the three sacrifices, cutting things to leave it to bleed. There's one more sacrifice to complete and the curse will unbind itself," she looked around the place. She said, "I will cut my ties with my family."

But the dagger didn't glow like when the three sacrifices were made, and Marceline gritted her teeth. She questioned, "Why isn't it working?"

She loved her family dearly. She loved them and hoped they would protect her. That's what her family was supposed to do. Instead, they had betrayed her by taking the side of a lowly human and anger started to fill her mind. She clutched the dagger and heard the distant clip-clopping sound of a carriage pass.

She had to do this soon, and there was no time to waste. She asked herself aloud, "What do I hold dear?"

The vampiress cared about her reputation and image in society more than anything, but that had been tarnishing since the day her brother had defanged her.

"Think, Marcie. Think!" Marceline wanted to get rid of the curse as soon as possible. Staring at the dagger, she declared,

"I will give up on the wealth that I have right now."

"I will stop loving myself as much as I do now, and look after the people belonging to the lower class."

But nothing happened, and Marceline was frustrated. She recollected the witcher's words and muttered in frustration, "Why is it not working?!"

Marceline took out her pocket watch from her coat and looked at the time. She didn't want to get caught this time and would need to visit her friend Jeniffer at the mansion to prove that she was there.

She closed her eyes, thinking deeply about what she held closest to her heart. When a thought passed her mind, the vampiress opened her red eyes and felt her jaw tighten. She parted her lips and said,

"I...I give up--give up on my love towards Noah Sullivan."

As Marceline said those words, she felt an ache in her chest, but the dagger still didn't react. She gritted her teeth, wondering if the witcher had fooled her into thinking this was the solution. She then tried out one more time,

"I give up my... fangs," she whispered, and suddenly the dagger in her hand glowed.

Marceline felt her heart shatter into a million pieces because even the little hope she had until now of getting her fangs back, was gone.

There were angry tears in her eyes. To save her leg, she had given up on her fangs. Once she gathered herself, she pulled the cloak above her head. She then got in the front seat of the carriage that belonged to Dawson's family.

"Move!" Marceline whipped the horses, and soon the two horses started to gallop, pulling the carriage behind them.

Marceline decided to send this carriage in another direction so that no one would ever come to know that she was involved with the servant she had stabbed. When the carriage tried to move up the little slope to get back on the road, the carriage door opened, as the vampiress hadn't bothered to lock.

And as the carriage climbed up and turned, the carriage door opened wider, and two pots that Eugene had placed inside the carriage fell on the road.

Marceline didn't pay attention and continued to ride the carriage away.

Back in the forest, Eugene continued to lay flat on the cold forest ground with his injured stomach.

Eugene winced in pain, as he wasn't in the condition to get up and ask for help. Whatever was thrown into his eyes had cleared, with tears streaking down, but his vision wasn't steady because of the amount of blood he had lost.

"Somebody, help..." Eugene gasped, but his voice didn't even pass the five trees near him.

The person had wounded him in a way where he wasn't immediately killed; instead,  his body now suffered in pain. Pain overtook his mind like it did with his body, where his stomach throbbed and he felt the wetness on his hand that came from his blood.

Eugene tried to stay awake, but his eyes had turned blurry, and his mind was dizzy. He wished to let Eve know, and he tried to get up, which was useless as he had lost the energy to do it. He heard the stillness of the forest, where not even a bird sang, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Away from Eugene, Marceline continued riding the carriage and hoped no one would see her. The pain in her leg had considerably reduced since she had completed all four sacrifices. Having no use of the dagger anymore, she threw it on the side of the road.

Two carriages came from the opposite direction, and Marceline turned her head to look the other side so that no one would ever come to identify her.

Marceline heard the sound of horses galloping and noticed another carriage coming from the opposite side. She quickly hid her face by turning her head to the left and letting the carriage pass on her right, while not bothering to look at the carriage or the coachman.

If Marceline had turned and taken a peek at the person riding the carriage, she would have noticed Rosetta Hooke on the coachman's seat.

Rosetta's eyes were fixed on the road ahead of her, where she had a concentrated look and held the reins of the horses tight in her hand. After passing one of the many carriages on her way, she scolded the coachman,

"What a bad coachman. Riding without looking at the road," and the comment was for none other than Marceline, but the young vampiress wasn't aware of it.