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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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Once Vincent and Eve stepped inside the bathtub filled with water, Eve rested her back against Vincent's front. For once, it felt like there was no one in this world except them. They were in their own world, secluded from any harm or worry. 

But when Eve's right wrist submerged under the water, she noticed the left wing mark that Vincent had given her, temporarily disappearing from her skin. 

"Even without the mark, you will always belong to me," Vincent kissed the side of her head when he heard the pause in Eve's breathing and noticed her eyes move to look at her hand. 

"Always," Eve whispered, and Vincent nodded. 

"Always each others," he hugged her from behind.