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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 drop of blood lay on the piano bench, which none of the women noticed as they locked their eyes. Eve said, 

"I have already discussed this with the Marchioness, and closed this matter. What are you really doing here, Lady Camille?" 

Eve found this to be a trivial matter. Discussing it now seemed pointless when Rosetta wasn't living in Skellington anymore. Lady Camille took two steps forward and stated, 

"I believe you already know that Vincent Moriarty and Rosetta are going to marry each other one day. It is already in talks and I wouldn't want someone like you coming in between this."

Eve didn't know what Lady Camille had heard, but she said, "I have no interest in who marries who, and I don't know what Rosetta meant with my approval. She must have joked about something. Wouldn't it be better if you ask her than ask me? Because I don't have the answers you are looking for."