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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 everyone returned to the Moriarty mansion, Eve went to her room to change her wedding gown and now wore another gold and cream gown. Her earlier tied hair was let down to cascade down her back and a portion to rest on one of her shoulders. 

In the room were Rosetta and Lady Aubrey with Eve. Lady Aubrey said, "Most of your things aren't here anymore." The older woman's eyes moved around the room, which looked emptier compared to the morning. "The maids must have moved your belongings to Vincent's room. They sure work quickly here."

Rosetta mindlessly nodded, "Most of the servants working for the high status families are very efficient, Lady Aubrey. Back in our mansion in the North, our servants—" She stopped midway when she realised the mistake she had made in her words. "In the past…"

"Rosetta dear," and the young vampiress looked like a deer that was caught.