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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantasie
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Eve turned to look at her arm and ran her fingertips on the blue scales. A small frown appeared on her face, and she said, "I did. I used more than I usually do." 

This wasn't the first time where her scales had appeared even after the use of the bath salt. But it was only because her body was craving for salts when she was young and until now she had better control over it. 

"The siren side in you has been contained in you for a long time and seems like it wants some time out too," Vincent pointed, noticing the golden outline around the blue scales. 

Sensing the seriousness in Vincent's words, Eve asked him, "Is there a way to shut that side permanently? To choose to be a mermaid and not a siren?" She was grateful to her mother and she respected and loved her, but she doubted being a siren was good. Especially when she had almost stabbed Vincent in her subconscious state.