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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

you're the angel on the painted glass;50.188.48.144Posted On May 05, 2017 at 5:53 PM by lukas beck

don't think twice, it's alright


It was a struggle to keep his back straight and shoulders broad when all he wanted to do was sag with relief, but Lukas managed. He only felt luckier when she responded without swearing at him. Already the patrons, who’d paused at the near-mishap, were going back about their business, parting around them like trout around stone in their stream. He nods amiably at her rejoinder, caught by the accent he can’t place. It’s hardly the only thing that snags his attention.

“I’ll switch to decaf immediately,” he promises, and can’t help but sweep his gaze from the gemstones nestled in her hair like stars to the heels he was almost certain could puncture his heart, if she were so inclined.

Thank god he hadn’t actually spilled on her - she might have been, and looking like that he might not have blamed her. He was no authority in women’s fashion, but he didn’t have to be erudite to guess that her ensemble cost more than his first month’s rent. It was impossible not to wonder who she was, what she did - and he knew it was just as impossible for him to ask.

So instead he only offers her a more muted smile and an apologetic shrug of shoulders. “It was a bad decision anyway - my first-day nerves didn’t need any help. But please - don’t let me keep you. Wherever you’re headed would never forgive me.”

It’s a little alarming, how easily the coquetry falls from his lips, and he feels a thousand miles from the man in the alley with the knife to his throat he’d been just a few weeks ago. But poor Lukas - he hasn’t really learned anything since then. Not about what matters, not about the kinds of creatures that walk this city - whether their steps are soft as a cat’s with a killer’s intent, or brazen in black stilettos.

He should, at the very least, know something is strange about this woman. No more mortal had eyes like that. And if she was one of the vampires that Karou had so strangely spoken of, well, he could see why men fell victim.





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