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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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At the blacksmith

They walked through the forest. They turned back in hope to see if they could see a carriage coming in the same direction, but there was no carriage in view. Thankfully, the tower bell from the nearby town was loud enough to direct them toward it. 

Eve walked one step ahead of Eugene, one hand holding the front of her dress and the other her umbrella. They came to pass through the two poles with a burning lantern, each hanging on the nail hammered to it. Small insects hovered around the lantern, trying to get closer to its flame. 

"This is Brokengroves, isn't it?" Eve asked as they stepped inside the almost deserted town. 

Most of the townsfolk appeared to have returned home, and they could hear a distant sound of a blacksmith hammering hot iron. The tower bell eventually stopped ringing, leaving a silence in the atmosphere.