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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 · Fantasi
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As the hours in the day passed in Skellington, in the town of Meadow, Rosetta had arrived early in the noon after realising it was safer than spending time with dead people there. She didn't understand how Eugene could live in a haunted place. 

She came right around the time when a few things from Dawson's residence were being loaded into a carriage that was sent by Vincent. It seemed less like a carriage and more like a wagon to her. 

Eugene sucked in his breath when he saw the vampiress, wondering if his plans to scare her from here had backfired on him. 

"Good afternoon, Lady Rosetta," he offered her a polite bow. 

"Good afternoon, Eugene," Rosetta greeted him, trying to be polite to him, something she had never paid attention to in the past. She stepped inside the house, waiting for him to come in, but he was busy shifting things. Seeing how he was standing outside, under the sun's rays, she demanded, "I would like to have a cup of tea."