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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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Stepping into warmth

In one of the rooms in the inn, occupied by the pureblooded vampire and the mermaid, the burning woods softly crackled in the fireplace against the muffled sound of the snowstorm that tried to push against the walls of the buildings and its windows in the town. 

The inn's servant had bought the hot water and poured it into their room's bathtub. Extra buckets of hot water were placed next to the bath, but it was quickly losing its heat because of the weather. The servant then brought the food to their room. 

Vincent picked up the glass of blood, drinking it, but his darkened eyes didn't return to their usual coppery-red eyes. 

Mr. Briggs arrived in front of their door with Eve's trunk and bag. The coachman had also received the key to his room after the inn's owner had screamed after being followed by him and had passed out. 

"Keep it there," Vincent pointed next to the cupboard, and the coachman bowed, before stepping inside.