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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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Souvenir of the dead

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Eve lay in the grave next to Vincent, watching the sky. 

Who would have imagined that she was going to test the grave she had dug before letting the dead occupy it. She mentally admitted this place was somewhat cosy because the chilly wind didn't brush against her skin as much as when outside the grave. 

She asked, "How long are we going to spend our time here?" 

"Considering how comfortable I am right now, I was contemplating taking a nap. You should take one too," Vincent hummed. 

Eve turned her head to look at him, noticing the peaceful expression on his face. It was past midnight. She asked him, "Aren't you worried about being caught?" 

"If I worried every time with the thought of being caught, I would have been caught already," he murmured and Eve frowned. He then said, "Do you ever worry of being caught when you go near water?"

"Sometimes," Eve whispered.