Allure Of The Night

Music recommendation: You told him- Nathan Barr

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Away from the ballroom and in the back garden of the Moriarty mansion, Rosetta Hooke sat on a bench with a tray next to her. The tray contained seven glasses, which were all empty, and she held the eighth glass in her hand.

"Life is so sad," Rosetta said to no one in particular as no one was near her. She watched a few guests who had entered the garden, taking a stroll away from her. "If only Aunt Camille didn't put a condition that I attend the ball here if I want to stay with her," she grumbled.

The vampiress let out a loud sigh and raised the wine glass to her lips before gulping down the entire wine. She said, "How could father send me here to this horrible mansion and think I would sacrifice myself to a terrible family who sacrifices their first bride? Am I not important to him anymore?!" She questioned in frustration and made sniffing noises.

One of the vampires, who was passing by, noticed her in distress and asked her, "Are you alright, milady?"

Rosetta raised her head to meet the person's eyes, who was blurry in her eyes. She snapped, "Do you think I look alright to you? I should sacrifice you in the fire and see how you would like that, you foolish man!"

The vampire was more than appalled by the vampiress's behavior and huffed, "I was only trying to help you."

Another woman quickly came beside the vampire's side and whispered, "Don't you know who she is? It is better to leave her be. She can get truly annoying."

"I can tell," replied the vampire, while Rosetta glared at the two of them.

"What are you both whispering about? What ? Were you rats in your previous life? Or do you think I am deaf?!" But the couple had already left, not wanting to be in the drunk vampiress's company. "Nobody wants me," her voice lowered and her eyes turned moist.

She turned the glass in her hand, noticing she needed a refill, but there was no servant here. She said, "Bad family and terrible service to the guests. If I were the queen I would dismiss the privilege of holding a ball in here. Did everyone disappear?" she hiccuped.

Rosetta stood up from her bench, and when she was on her feet, her head spun because of the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She asked, "Is it an earthquake? It is the time of Armageddon, where it is me between… Wait, where is the door?"

The vampiress finally found the back door of the Moriarty mansion, ready to go in and meet her best friend Eve.

She had finally found a friend and would like to spend some time with her in this awful ball. But when she continued walking, Rosetta caught sight of the silver-haired man, and her flushed face turned pale.

When Vincent's eyes met hers, her eyes widened.

Rosetta's lips parted, moving inaudibly before turning and quickly stepping out of the mansion.

"Maybe I can spend time with her later," Rosetta walked around the mansion from outside, through the garden before coming to stand in front of the mansion. "I was saved," she dabbed her handkerchief on her forehead, "I am the daughter of the Marquess! I am not scared of anyone," she harrumphed, but then she turned around to make sure the man didn't follow her, not knowing Vincent was least bothered with her.

While a drunk Rosetta stood in front of the mansion, Mr. Humphrey, who was waiting for Eve to step out of the mansion, caught the words 'Marquess' daughter', and he turned and saw the fine-looking woman, who was in a drunken state.

Though Mr. Humphrey had his eyes on Genevieve, he didn't see why he should stop himself from gaining favours from this young woman from a high-status family. After all, there was no harm in befriending her. With that thought, he decided to walk up to the woman and asked her,

"Milady, do you need any help? My carriage is waiting right there."

"What are you doing here then?" Questioned a drunk Rosetta, and she closed her eyes to focus.

Mr. Humphrey noticed the woman's plight and took one step closer to the woman and said, "I think you misunderstood me, beautiful lady. I was just walking by, when I saw you are not doing okay. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked her.

Rosetta opened her eyes to look into the human's eyes and demanded, "I want a drink. Go get me one now."

Mr. Humphrey nodded. The drunker the vampiress got, the better for him. He said, "Let me order the servant to get one for you once he comes here."

"You want me to wait? Go get it," ordered a spoiled Rosetta, who didn't care whom she was talking to. She gave him a look.

"Ha ha, I am not the servant, but I shall find him—"

"How useless. I don't know why people ask if they want to help when they can't," Rosetta muttered.

Mr. Humphrey didn't want to upset the Marquess daughter, and he complied, "Please sit here, while I go and get you a glass of drink, milady."

"Quick, I don't have all night to wait," Rosetta crossed her arms. Mr. Humphrey quickly dashed inside the mansion.

Mr. Humphrey couldn't believe what he was doing this night at the ball, when he was supposed to be dancing with Eve. First, he was demoted to a position of a servant in the eyes of the high-class guests, and now he was fetching a drink for the young woman like a servant would. But that was alright. These were little sacrifices for a brighter future.

Getting inside the ballroom, he stealthily picked up a glass of wine, making sure he wouldn't be caught by Vincent Moriarty. He stepped out of the mansion with the glass of wine for the Marquess' daughter.

"Milady?" Mr. Humphrey called the woman, only to notice the woman had disappeared from where he had last left her. "Milady, I brought your drink," he said while searching for her.

He walked to the guard who stood at the front and demanded, "Where is the woman, who was standing here a while ago? Where did she go?"

The guard answered, "She walked outside the main gates."

"… she left?!"

Rosetta now walked on the streets after stepping outside the main gates of the Moriarty mansion.

She squinted her eyes, looking at the line of carriages parked in and around the mansion. Where was her coachman? The young miss didn't remember which was her carriage, less see one with her drunken state.

She grumbled, "I told the coachman to wait for me right outside the carriage… Don't tell me he went somewhere thinking I was going to be here until the end of the ball."

She continued to look at the carriages. At the same time, a vampire crept up behind her, who thought Rosetta was a human. With the amount of perfume sprinkled on her, it made it hard for the vampire to identify if she was a human or a vampire or another kind.