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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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When Vincent's eyes snapped to look at Eve, she was quick to look away and at the front, unsure if her employer had caught her looking at him. She didn't move her eyes for many seconds, feeling the vampire continue to look at her. But it was hard not to look back, and when she did, their eyes met before she quickly looked at the mermaid.

Eve continued to count the seconds passing as if the minutes in her life right now were numbered and could stop at any moment. She had to leave right now, but without getting caught. The original floor, which was clean and white, appeared to look beige because of the reflection of light coming from the candles burning in the ballroom. 

Vincent watched Eve with a curious expression. His ears singled out the sound of her heartbeat, which raced faster than the rest of the people's heartbeats. She looked paler than usual.