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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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Pureblooded vampire's addiction

Eve knew the dangers of associating with a vampire, and here she was dealing with a pureblooded vampire who had already tasted her blood. But she had never come across someone like him. But neither had Vincent. 

There was something very sinister with the way he didn't look away from her while he lifted her foot, removing the shoe that fell with a soft clatter. 

Vincent said, "Did you know that a person's blood tastes different in different places of the body? Some sweeter than the other spots."

"The neck?" Eve asked, gripping the edge of the desk with her hands while goosebumps formed all over her skin. 

"Second," Vincent hummed in response. Eve was curious but at the same time, dreaded to ask what was the first place that tasted better. A small cunning smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Pick one, view or without a view."