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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.

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The passages of the inn weren't too wide and had enough space only for two people to walk at a time. The wooden floor creaked as they walked. Lit lanterns hung at every corner of the corridor, leaving the centre in slight darkness. 

Walking up the stairs and now in the corridor, Eve came upon a window and looked outside. The velocity of the wind outside the inn was high, and the snowstorm had begun, making it hard to see anything. 

The inn's owner turned and said, "The snowstorm is not going to stop anytime soon. It is good that you were able to arrive here before it started, Sire. What would you like to eat for dinner? Fresh fish was caught this morning and has been charred with lemon. Would you and the lady like to have it along with a drink?" 

"We aren't fond of the taste of fish. Do you have fresh blood?" Vincent questioned, and the owner quickly nodded.