The small vampiress’s mouth was parted, letting one see the missing fangs with blood dripping from her mouth. She scrambled away, crawling towards the wall until her back touched it.
Slow laughter ca from the woman that started to fill the room. She enjoyed what she had done and leered, ‘An eye for an eye. How does it feel that the little girl has no fangs anymore?’
Vincent didn’t loosen his hold on the governess’s neck and questioned, ‘Why did you do it?’
It was because from what he knew, the governess had been treated fairly like the other servants in the mansion.
‘Wouldn’t you want to know? Now your family will know what it ans to look down at people just because you people—t-think you can—’
Vincent didn’t let the governess speak further as his fingernails dug deep into the woman’s neck before severing her head from her body. Blood started to spread around the woman’s body. He stood up, pulling out the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his hand clean.
His eyes then shifted to look at the little girl, who was sitting on the floor with her knees pulled close to her. He made his way to where she was. Crouching his body, he placed his fingers below her chin and lifted her face so that he could take a look at her.
It was apparent that the woman had forced the fangs to break them out from Allie’s mouth. The rim of her eyes had turned red and swollen. Light sobs escaped from her mouth. She quickly hugged him, wrapping her small and lean arms around him as he had protected her before the governess could harm her anymore.
Vampires who didn’t have fangs were looked down upon in society. It was unheard of for a vampire to be born without fangs, and it was only those vampires who had committed cris, were punished, where their fangs were taken out.
A grim expression marred Vincent’s features, and he looked down at the little girl and said,
‘That is enough tears for this year, save so for the next year. I never knew a sister of mine was a cry baby.’
Allie, who was sniffing with silent tears falling from her eyes, stopped and pulled away from Vincent. She tried hard not to cry, but it was only because Vincent had always appeared frightening and unapproachable.
‘A Moriarty doesn’t cry, but make others cry. Unless you have decided to not be one now,’ stated Vincent, and Allie took a deep breath while her lips trembled over what happened. ‘Let us get you cleaned up first.’
When they were about to leave the room, the butler arrived as if he was looking for Vincent and his eyes turned wide in horror.
‘M-master Vincent, what happened here…?’
‘Arrogance,’ replied Vincent, and he said, ‘Get the body out of here and have it placed underground. I will have it inspected later along with the other things.’
Alfie nodded while trying to wrap his mind around what happened, ‘Yes, Master Vincent. I will have it taken out now.’
The butler then noticed Miss Allie hiding behind Vincent, which was a first. When Vincent stepped out of the room, Allie quickly followed him as if she was his shadow, her feet trying to keep up with him.
Returning to the present, where both Vincent and Eve continued to ride inside the carriage, he finished telling her about what happened that left Eve’s mouth hanging open with a deep frown on her forehead.
Eve couldn’t believe that the little girl had been put through sothing like this. She finally realised what had happened earlier this evening. Allie thought that Eve had noticed her missing fangs, which is why she had asked her to not look at her. She asked him,
“Why did she do it?”
“What do you think?” Vincent’s eyes lightly glowed when they t Eve’s blue eyes.
He then said, “An action committed by soone in the family, it cost Allie’s fangs. It was only a few weeks before you joined the Moriarty mansion did I find that my dearest mother had thrown a maid out of the mansion for her lack of mind in following orders. The woman was not offered work anywhere in Skellington or so other houses. She eventually fell ill and passed away. Her son, with a few others, decided to humiliate and embarrass the family. The goal was fulfilled.”
Considering how Lady Annalise cared about her reputation, it was apparent that she was the most affected one because it was her daughter who was fangless now.
“It was never Miss Allie’s fault,” whispered Eve. “This is why Lady Annalise wants Allie hidden away.”
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, “In a way I guess yes. She was hysterical when she found out what happened, but it was already done,” there was a faint sadistic smile on his lips when he rembered the woman’s face that particular day.
Now that Eve had heard the full story from the man directly, her heart was more at ease at the thought that he wouldn’t put her in a coffin. But at the sa ti, the story that she heard was heartbreaking. Her heart went out for the little girl, who now felt like black sheep, but then there was a bigger black sheep in the Moriarty family…
Her eyes t Vincent’s eyes. No, this person was not a sheep. While many people were wolves in sheep’s clothing, this one didn’t wear the sheep’s clothing.
The rest of the ride was quiet, where Eve didn’t utter a word and Vincent enjoyed the night view through the carriage’s window. When the carriage reached the town of adow, the coachman pulled the horses’ reins.
Eve stepped down from the carriage, carrying her things in her hands, and bowed.
Vincent watched the human turn and make her way towards the gate of her house. Noticing the way her golden blonde hair swayed and his eyes moved near the ground, where his eyes subtly narrowed.
He ordered the coachman, “Start the carriage, Briggs.”
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