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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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Words in the corridors

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Eve wondered where Timotie was, hopefully, not causing any trouble, she thought to herself. Several minutes had passed, since the maid diligently continued to follow her. While she made her way to her room, she noticed Marceline walking in the opposite direction. 

From what Eve knew, Marceline's room was not on this side, but on the other side of the mansion. When they came to cross paths with each other, Marceline remarked, 

"Enjoy as much as you want now, because soon you will be back to living in that lowly human town."

"I heard that you are going to get married to one of the elite vampires. You should too," Eve handed Marceline's words back to her with a smile. 

Marceline softly huffed, "I don't know where you heard it, but it is old news that doesn't hold anymore."