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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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The emotions of fear that had been hovering around Eve before seeping into her, that she had been trying to hold back until this moment broke in Vincent's arms. Tears continued to fall from her eyes, most of which fell on Vincent's shirt as she continued to cry. 

Since Eve had been captured and thrown into the cell, it had left her terrified and helplessness had caught her. She couldn't stop crying, and soon sobs broke through her lips. She clutched onto the vampire's shirt, wetting it with her tears and Vincent didn't make any attempt to push her. 

"Shh. It's all over," Vincent comforted her. 

His hand that he had earlier used to bring her to him, to hide her tears from his coachman or another person, hadn't moved away from Eve's head. Her golden blonde hair which was usually tied was let down, and he gently stroked her head with his hand.