Allure Of The Night-Novel

The werewolf hanging in front of Eve’s window pushed the window upwards and stepped inside as if he had done it many times before. He enjoyed inflicting horror in the people’s minds before taking their lives.

He stood behind Eve, who had her back facing him. And even though the man had stayed quiet, Eve shivered because of the sudden cold air in the room and she frowned.

When the werewolf neared where Eve was, she heard the creak in the wooden flooring, something she had started to pick up after walking on the lake’s icy surface. She gripped the trunk in her hand and swung it with as much force as possible, such that the trunk smacked the man’s face. The person staggered and fell.

Eve felt the muscle on her arm pull because of picking up the trunk suddenly and swinging it.

“You stupid bitch!” The werewolf cursed and got up on his feet, tasting blood in his mouth. “You knew I was here, but you weren’t scared?” because he didn’t hear her heart race.

Eve looked for something to defend herself with, and the werewolf laughed, “What an interesting human, you should make a run so that I can chase you and not fight me.”

She wondered what the werewolf was doing, causing unnecessary trouble in the inn. By the traces of blood around the person’s mouth she reminded herself to not to let him taste her blood. Because one drop would be enough to spur the werewolf to rip her into pieces.

“Go back to wherever you came from and go as far as you can,” Eve threatened the person.

“I like a feisty stupid woman, who thinks she can threaten me by such foolish words,” and he raised his hand to show her his bloody fingers that belonged to the people he had killed. He took two steps towards her, his yellow eyes staring at her and laughed schemingly, “Do you think the vampire you are with will save you? How will he save you when he will be thrown behind the cell, or worse, die.”

“You are here for Vincent?” Eve was surprised about it, but also surprised that this person had been following them. She asked him, “Why? What did he do to you?”

“What are you going to do knowing it when you are going to die?”

Eve held her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes.

“That’s right,” the man took another step towards her and snickered, “It is time to pray for forgiveness in this life,” the werewolf mocked, watching her, whom he found to be pretty for a human, making him wonder if she was the vampire’s bed partner.

Over the years, Eve’s looks had turned so refined and finesse that the man couldn’t help but want to touch her before killing her.

But before the werewolf could touch Eve, she had raised the water present in the water tub and tried to create sharp stakes, but the pressure and fear had ended up turning it back into water, splashing on top of him. The werewolf turned startled, not expecting for something like this to happen.

Taking this opportunity, Eve turned her hand into a fist and punched the man’s face, but it backfired, and she screamed in pain. Hitting someone’s face was more painful than she had thought it to be.

When the man caught hold of Eve, she concentrated and raised the water back in the air. This time trying for something smaller, by turning the water into small nail-like ice and let it pierce his back. “What the hell…!” The werewolf shouted, and noticing the woman run out of the room, he tried to chase her.

Mr. Briggs, who heard the loud footsteps in the corridor, noticed Eve and a stranger following her. He quickly followed them and pushed the silver dagger into the werewolf’s back, stabbing him several times, while the werewolf stopped and pushed the coachman between him and the wall, going front and back several times until the lowly vampire fell on the ground.

The werewolf then caught hold of Mr. Briggs’s neck, squeezing it.

Noticing Mr. Briggs in pain, Eve raised her hands for the water on the floor to rise, and this was enough for the werewolf’s concentration to break as he didn’t expect a human to hold such powers unless this woman wasn’t a human.

Mr. Briggs got his hold back on his dagger and ran the silver weapon right into the werewolf’s chest. When the coachman pushed the man away and to the ground, Eve gathered the fall water and turned it into a sharp object that looked like a spike, and she pushed it into the werewolf’s thigh, nailing him to the floor.

“ARGHH! I will fucking kill you!” The werewolf glared in pain as if running the silver knife into his chest wasn’t enough.

“Ms. Barlow,” Mr. Briggs called Eve, who didn’t look as shocked as the werewolf and he politely said to her, “Why don’t you go down and I will bring your luggage? I will handle things from here,” he added with a bow.

Eve looked between him and the groaning werewolf, before giving him a nod and made her way down the staircase, where blood was splattered on the ground. She noticed the inn’s owner leaning against one of the walls, while he stared at the wall.

“Excuse me, mister, are you alright?”

Receiving no response, Eve touched the man, the person slid to the side and fell on the floor. He was dead because of the amount of blood he had lost. Hearing a crash outside the inn, she quickly stepped out of the building and entered the snow covered land.

Snow continued to fall, and the mist in the atmosphere didn’t reduce. Eve’s eyes fell upon two werewolves baring their sharp, dirty teeth at Vincent, and blood on him. They were a little away from the inn and where Eve now stood.

The two werewolves relentlessly tried to attack Vincent. It was two against one.

When one of the werewolves’ mouths clamped on Vincent’s right forearm, Eve watched Vincent kick the werewolf’s stomach. She had hoped for her vampire to win, but when the werewolf tore Vincent’s arm off his body, her face turned pale.

Eve felt her stomach drop in horror.

Vincent’s torn hand was thrown to a side, and the remaining blood drained from her face. She hadn’t expected for things to turn worse. When she started to run towards where they were, Vincent warned, “Stay where you are. Don’t intercept.”

But his arm… Eve thought in her mind.

Blood dripped from his severed right hand on the snow-covered ground, turning it red where Vincent stood.

The two transformed werewolves turned themselves back to their human appearances, staring at Vincent with a mocking smile. Eve clenched her hands, not knowing what was on Vincent’s mind. She didn’t expect the werewolves to be stronger than a pureblooded vampire, whose separated arm was on the frozen ground.

“Would you rather die, or take the blame of killing every single person in here? We’ll make sure you are still alive, just to the point where you cannot escape from here,” said one of the men.

“We were told to keep him alive,” the other werewolf reminded his fellow werewolf.

“Of course, to frame me you will need to keep me alive,” Vincent clutched his shoulder, from which blood continued to drip.

“Still acting as if you are the smart one, when you are missing half your limb. Some of you pureblooded vampires think you are in a higher position than us,” said the first werewolf, and turned to look at Eve. “How about I take her with me, just so that she isn’t lonely.” The person started to walk away from Vincent and towards Eve.

While the other werewolf caught Vincent by his collar and said, “It is always good to see people at the top fall to the ground. Milady will be pleased to know that you have been dragged in the same dirt that you set up for someone.”

“Lady? Who are you talking about?” Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly. “She must be pretty for you to work for her. Don’t be shy in sharing some more information.”

The werewolf growled, and replied, “You will know soon once you start rotting in the dungeon,” and he laughed at the end.

Noticing how the man was unwilling to give out more information, Vincent said, “I guess I have no more use for you.”

This had the werewolf narrowed his eyes, as the vampire had made it seem that he had trapped them. Vincent used his left hand to run it through the werewolf’s chest and pull out the heart. Still in pain, he remarked, “I am already rotten to rot in the dungeon. A pity that you were unwilling to chat.”

The other man, approaching Eve, heard the scream and noticed his fellow werewolf fall on the ground. His eyes widened, noticing the vampire holding his fellow person’s heart. He growled and snarled, before running back to attack Vincent.

But before the werewolf could come closer to Vincent and swing his hand, Eve regained her thoughts and sat on the ground. Spreading her palms on the snow-covered ground, she created a wave-like ripple on the land in such a way that the werewolf lost his balance. This gave Vincent an advantage; he ran his left hand through the man’s chest and crushed the beating heart with his fingers.

“Don’t we make a fantastic couple?” Vincent questioned Eve, while she had a worried look on her face. “Also good that you listened to me. Had to get the informati–“

A second later, he swayed because of the loss of blood and fell backwards on the ground.

“Vincent!” Eve screamed, running to where he was. Coming to where Vincent lay with his back flat on the cold ground, she noticed his closed eyes. “Vincent?!” she panicked. She then heard him groan in pain.

“Bastard had to rip my good arm,” Vincent cursed in annoyance.