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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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"Adam told them that it's a werewolf and they are looking for a bigger paw print, but in reality the culprit here was someone with small paws," Vincent stated and stretched his hand forward. When Eve gave him a questioning look, he said, "The lantern." 

"I like to carry it," Eve replied with a smile, tearing her eyes away from Vincent and then looking back at the ground. She said at the paw print, "I didn't know he came along with us." 

"Sneaky little thing. He must have somehow gotten inside when Adam was locking the carriage door and didn't come out until now," Vincent remarked, and he slipped his hand into Eve's free hand, holding it to provide her warmth. 

Eve wondered what Timotei was doing here with them. Perhaps it was his shadow that had scared the poor coachman. She moved closer to Vincent, wrapping her hand around his arm, when she felt the cold air touch her face. She said, 

"This place is colder than I expected it to be."