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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

for pleasure seldom has a cure50.35.0.252Posted On May 10, 2017 at 11:37 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

It wasn't often that Sebastian left his renowned estate in the Northern part of town without the fae Monarch he so adored at his side. The sole reasoning was usually the simple need to hunt. As much as he perhaps disliked it, it was wholly impossible for Dorian to be the entirety of his food source. He adored the taste of the man, adored the intimacy that came with so feeding upon his blood, and yet, the sheer notion of putting Dorian in any sort of danger was enough to make him recoil, pushing him occasionally out on the streets of the ever bustling metropolis. Usually, the Englishman chose those bars in the downtown part of town to haunt and yet, news of a new group of boutiques in the North saw him deviate from his routine, instead intending to check out those lounges that surely would have followed suite. He strolled in an entirely lackadaisical fashion down those sidewalks, those dark blue eyes trailing over the individuals that came in and out of those store fronts as he searched for someone who not only looked as if they would taste appetizing but also wouldn't require a terrible amount of work to so convince to allow his fangs to pierce their flesh.

His eyebrows furrowed but briefly as he watched a young woman cross the street towards that corner Sebastian himself was approaching. There was something wholly inquisitive about her. She seemed to hold that pallor of his own species, her features molded into that glimpse of everlasting perfection that so often was found only in the undead alone and yet there was something different about her that made even him hesitate. His own steps remained at that same steady pace as he watched her, at least, until she so seemed to trip upon that very curb, her fingers grasping at her stomach in a fashion he'd seen hundreds of times before - with pregnant mothers. It was that singular realization that so prompted the vampire into action, the man quickly closing that distance to catch her falling frame with ease. "Careful there, love." He muttered, that English accent altogether noticeable within his voice. "Are you okay?" He inquired, gently releasing his hold upon her only once he was certain she was steady in her balance. Hm...a pregnant vampire. So such a thing did exist and yet, he couldn't help but to wonder if she was the woman Dorian had been speaking of.



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