Eve had a little doubt when Nerissa had told her to give the vial to someone she trusted, but she hadn't expected she would be the one who would need it. She pulled her head away from Vincent's chest that she had been resting on until now and asked him,
"Does this mean I need to die for everything to be put to an end?"
"I won't let that happen. I lost you once in the past, I won't lose you again," Vincent said in a serious tone, and he asked her, "Where is the vial, Eve?"
"It's in my coat," Eve replied, and she sat upright. Fishing her hand in her coat's pockets, she finally pulled out the glass vial. But as she wasn't dying and didn't have an immediate use for it, her kind heart wanted to save Noah. She said, "Would it be so bad as to use this on Noah to bring him back to life?"
Vincent pushed himself to sit right next to her, staring into her curious eyes, and he said, "You should know better that I will always choose you over anyone and everyone. Even myself. We both know your dreams aren't simple, and it relates to something that is going to happen in the future. You cannot save everyone, Eve."
"But we can always help the people who are in reach, can't we?" Eve asked him.
Why was it that the people close and dear to her were subjected to death before their actual time came? She wanted everyone to be happy and at peace.
Vincent placed his hand on Eve's hand that rested on the surface of the couch. He said, "I know letting go is the hardest, and it hurts. That you cannot protect and save the people you love. But you need to look at the future and not about the present. Maybe one day we'll find a way to resurrect the dead."
"Will the future be better?" Eve's words turned into a whisper.
"The future consists of uncertainties we haven't seen, but I promise to stay next to you and reduce that burden that you feel in your chest. And for that, you will need to live," Vincent said.
Eve nodded and when Vincent raised his hand in front of her, she placed the vial in the palm of his hand and said, "I will give this to you, Vince. Because you are the man whom I trust with my heart and soul."
"And I intend to keep that trust, my girl," Vincent slipped the vial into his own coat and somewhere a little more at ease. Not because of the vial but knowing Eve could still be saved if something worse happened. He said, "If at the end of everything, we don't need the vial, I will return it back to you. So that you can use it on whoever you want."
When Vincent said it that way, it opened a whole lot of options. Because no one knew what the future held, and it wasn't just Noah, but there was also her mother, who was resting. If she looked into Vincent's eyes, there was his mother Lady Katherina, who could be brought back to life. The possibilities were endless, Eve thought to herself.
As the dawn broke through, the clouds that had hovered in the sky at night had disappeared, letting the sun rays pass and touch the grounds of Darthmore. It was after Vincent and Eve had finished their breakfast in the private room in the Council, did they receive the information from Patton.
"Sire, the physicians have finished studying the samples in the body and the autopsy is complete," Patton informed at the door with a scroll in his hands.
Vincent walked to where Patton was and took the scroll from him. After reading it, he said, "Seems like the evidence in the body points to the witch. Patton."
"Yes, Sire?" Patton was quick to respond.
"Find out who has been growing nightingale. Make sure you trap the smallest to the biggest witches in the forest," Vincent ordered and Patton nodded.
"Right away!" Patton was ready to leave, but then he paused and said, "I heard the Sullivans will be burying the body in their family cemetery. In Woodlock."
"Is that so," Vincent hummed with a severe look in his eyes. He then said, "Connect me with the grave keeper. Have the channel built to the grave that is being dug for the deceased Duke. Do it discreetly. Can you handle it?"
"I shall contact Horatio for it. He would help me with it," Patton answered, and Vincent dismissed the councilman from the front of his room.
With them being left alone, Vincent turned to look at Eve, who had been listening to them speak and he said, "It is time to get a black dress for you, my wife."
Eve's face held a slight frown on it, as the heaviness in her chest hadn't disappeared and she felt like it was going to suffocate her in her throat.
Far away from Darthmore, in the town of Meadow, for the Dawson, it was a new day and a happy one as they hadn't heard the news about Duke Noah Sullivan's death. They had moved back into their home and town, but the most important was the day for Eugene to go to the Council.
But it wasn't just Eugene who was going to visit the Council, as Rosetta was accompanying him. The vampiress asked,
"Do you think they will let me visit my parents?"
"Mr. Moriarty said that he has always put a word about you coming to visit them, so they will allow you just fine," Eugene assured her, and she looked nervous right now.
Rosetta hadn't seen her parents since the day they had been dragged away from Hollow Valley. She wondered how they were doing and if they were fine. She didn't know how they would react to seeing her, especially when, in their eyes, she had betrayed them.
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