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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 · Fantaisie
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Mother's words

Eve was interested in seeing this mansion that Vincent thought would entice her. But before it, they had to see Marceline to the House of Purgatory. 

"When you said coffin… do you mean your grandparents are not alive anymore?" 

Vincent stared at Eve before he replied, "Something like that. You will know when we reach the place."

The carriage continued moving in the darkness, with lanterns hanging outside and inside the vehicle to keep the darkness away. In the next hour, even Eve had fallen asleep along with Marceline, leaving Vincent awake. 

When he went to move his arm away from the window, his hand brushed his coat, and a slight crumpling was heard from the nearby pocket. He slipped his hand inside the coat pocket, feeling the coarse parchment in there, looking outside the window at the trees that passed them.