Allure of The Night - Chapter 452: House Of Purgatory
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When Eve finally did step down from the carriage, she noticed the vast building that did look like a mansion. No, not a mansion. This looked like a castle.
“Our ancestors did a good job in building this place,” Marceline said in a proud voice as she looked around. To people, who didn’t know, this looked like any other high-class mansion. “What I don’t understand is why our grandfather decided to leave this place behind and move to Skellington.”
“Because he was posted in Skellington and they needed a Viscount there for point of contacts,” Vincent stated, and they made their way towards one of the entrances. “Adam and Briggs, you can take the luggage inside and have it placed in her room.”
Marceline quickly turned with the help of her good foot and ordered them, “Pick the best and the biggest room. I already sent out the letter, to clean the rooms and the other things. To also stock up food and the servants.”
“How thoughtful,” Vincent murmured, his expression barely changing as they continued to walk.
Marceline stopped walking and said to him in a dismissive tone, “You and your new wife can leave. I don’t need your help anymore.”
“I think it would be better if we accompanied you. Spend some more time,” Vincent suggested, his eyes meeting his sister’s.
The vampiress smiled sweetly, “You have done enough for me. I think if you do more, I will be very worried.” She then turned to look at Eve, “What you did to me, I will never forget in this lifetime. You will be repaid with the same pain that I feel, which you think you are familiar with.”
Marceline’s words were bitter and painful, and she looked at Eve with hate. Eve stared back at the woman and said,
“I wish I knew what was wrong, that you felt the need to take such actions that has led to your own downfall, Marceline. But I hope one day, you will gain the conscience that you lack.”
Marceline’s eyes narrowed at Eve’s words, “Conscience is what you will have once you realise how you tore my family. But you won’t know as you were an orphan, weren’t you? Your parents must have known the ill fate you bring.”
The vampiress’s words pricked Eve’s chest because it seemed to be true when she thought about it. She sadly smiled at the vampiress and said, “I keep hoping that you will turn for the better, but you are nothing but a poison that keeps spreading.”
Vincent reminded his sister, “That’s rich coming from you, Marcie. One who literally got the woman killed, who gave birth to you.”
Marceline’s face brightened and she immediately replied, “She’s no mother of mine.” She then said, “I don’t want to waste my time talking here about useless things when I am tired from the long journey.” She turned around and walked inside, leaving Vincent and Eve behind.
“Don’t pay heed to her words,” Vincent said to Eve, who stared at Marceline’s back, which disappeared after two seconds.
Eve asked him, “How long until she realises where she is?” Her blue eyes threatened to break free the golden flecks into her eyes.
“Should be in a few seconds,” Vincent responded, and his eyes followed the walls as if he could sense or see his sister walk. “Now,” he whispered.
“AHHHH!” Marceline’s scream echoed through the place that reached Eve and Vincent’s ears.<novelnext></novelnext>
Inside the House of Purgatory, Marceline screamed and thrashed, who was being held by four vampires who worked in the ‘House of Purgatory’, “What do you think you are doing?! Take your hands off me! This is a misunderstanding! I said let me go!”
Marceline kicked with her one leg, and when the men tried to hold the violently behaving vampiress, her false leg fell on the ground, making her scream even more. The workers there were used to even more violent people, and they dragged her to the room that was assigned to her.
The room was not even half the size of the rooms Marceline was used to. The room looked rundown, with a mattress that was torn and a blanket which was rugged out.
Once the room’s grilled gate was locked, Marceline shouted, “Where are you going?! Get back here!! You don’t know who I am! I am Marceline Moriarty. I am not supposed to be here!”
The guard, who stood outside the room slammed the baton on the grilled door, “Shut up or you will be put in the solitary room which you won’t like.”
“Don’t be rude, Marcellus. That’s no way to talk to a lady,” Vincent came into Marceline’s view, with Eve walking beside him.
Marceline’s eyes widened in relief before they narrowed, as she put two and two together in her head. She demanded, “Vincent, get me out of this place.”
A wide smile spread on Vincent’s lips, “Are you happy to see me, Marcie? I was actually going to leave, when I realised you dropped this handkerchief you might need.”
“This is not the time to make jokes. We were supposed to go be in the mansion that is in Holy Oak, and not wherever this place is. If father or mother gets to know, they won’t be happy about it,” Marceline curled her hands around the bars to pull it wide open, but it was too strong for her.
“Mm, it is good that you told them that you won’t be writing back to their letters. They will have less to worry about. You got yourself covered there,” Vincent remarked, and he turned to guard, waving his hand to dismiss the person from there. “You wanted alone time, and I thought what more perfect place I could offer you, than this? You will spend the rest of your years here. Don’t worry, I have spoken to the head here and made all the necessary arrangements so that you can turn into a better person.”
As Vincent’s words sank into Marceline’s mind, she gritted her teeth, “Did you just bring me to Sabbit? What did I even do that you decided to lock me up here? I am your freaking sister, Vincent!”
Vincent stared at Marceline, who stood before him with the grilled gate door between them. He said,
“You have lost your way, Marceline, and the truth is you don’t see or refuse to see it.”
“What are you talking about?” Marceline cried in despair. She said, “I have been so good to you, you are my brother and I love you. I even supported you yesterday when the marchioness asked me in front of the council members and the other guests. How can you tell that I lost my way?”
“You hurt Eve more than once,” Vincent let her know, and Marceline’s eyes furrowed.
Marceline turned to look at Eve and angrily said, “I have apologised for what I did, and have suffered way more than you have. Did you put him up to this?” She said, “I made a stupid mistake before, but I didn’t hurt her after that town’s incident. I have learned–”
“You have learned nothing. And I cannot take the chance, waiting for when you will kill her,” Vincent said in a cold voice.
“W–what do you mean? I didn’t hurt her!” Marceline then turned to look at Eve, who stared right back at her.
“You stabbed Eugene,” Eve reminded Marceline, and the vampiress’s eyes widened in shock.