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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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Long ago unfortunate King's home

Once Vincent and Eve finished supper with their family, their trunks were loaded for the journey, and they left in the carriage with Mr. Briggs riding the carriage.  Right now, Eve laid her head on Vincent's shoulder, staring outside the window at the darkness offered by the forest. The light fell from the lantern that hung on the sides of the carriage. 

When the cold weather slithered into Eve's body, she shivered despite wearing a thick coat. Vincent remarked, 

"You should wear my coat too, you will feel much better with it. The cold doesn't affect me as much as it does to you."

Eve pulled her head away from Vincent's shoulder and said, "I am fine." And she put her hand around his arm, hugging it and feeling a sense of bliss and safety. 

Vincent kissed Eve's head and said, "My dearest Eve. I have other ways to warm you, if you are willing to."