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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

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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.

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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

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But I'll understand it if you choose to kill me, I would've probably done the same; On August 24, 2017 at 11:17 AM by Petra Ambrose

How could Arlo not see the horrible, vile thing that she was? He wouldn’t have smiled at her with that boyish charm if he had, she was sure of it. He certainly seemed pretty accepting and not fazed by much. He seemed quite accepting of the world around him and the strange forms that haunt the corridors of this mismatched city. “You should have seen me a few weeks ago, but then again I am not sure if you would be alive.” That perplexed look crossed her porcelain features, tipping her head slightly as if contemplating this. It was true, if her humanity wasn’t leaking its way back in, there was no telling what terror she would be unleashing on this vampire simply looking for a quick bite. She didn’t seem all that dangerous right now, but she was a terror upon any city she lived in. She had always kept herself well fed and could possess whatever selfish desire she wanted fulfilled.

A small little smirk formed upon her lush lips. His smile and happy-go-lucky demeanor was infectious, when normally that was all she wished to destroy. As though she wanted it all for herself and she was never able to obtain it. Not without those cogs that made her feel alive, that made her function like a human. “You just need to think outside the box. If you want money right now, I will show you how. You have more than what you need. The raven haired vampire spoke cryptically. She was confused he didn’t know how to use his powers to obtain what he wanted. Actually, for someone so crafty she was surprised he hadn’t found a way already. All she had to do was open his eyes to what he already possessed.

Petra flashed her intricate powers a little to show just how meaningless money really was. If his worries were money, then that was the easiest remedy, especially for the supernatural. She could see the allure of those fake bills she produced in her free hand. So many humans let this stuff dictate their lives, she merely found a way around it. Hell, she even killed a man with this money. He was so obsessed with it, his whole life revolved around it, so she simply made him choke on it. Of course, she possessed her own motives as to why she singled that man out of the crowd. Only now, her plan wasn’t as nefarious, but more of a show of how meaningless the stuff truly was, especially as a vampire with certain gifts. Everything in this world had a price. She even grew up in a time where even women had a price tag on their heads. She knew how her uncle sold her to the highest bidder. A bitter man who no matter how much money or power he possessed, he was never happy. No matter how much he beat her or how much he had, he was never happy. He was one of the first to die when she was given the gift of immortality. One of many of the corpses she had left behind.

“I was only a 50% shot?” She peered at him, those nightingale lyrics fall easily, almost amusedly from her lips. She heard the laughter in his voice. They still were holding each other’s hand somehow, hardly bothered by the contact and yet neither being the first one to pull away. “No wonder why you are in debt, you have a terrible judgement on chances.” She could not help that laugh that escaped her. It felt strange to laugh and yet she couldn’t help it. A smile still stained her lips as she shook her head. “Oh Arlo. It’s a good thing you have a knack at survival.”

He truly had no idea how terrible she once had been. It was a strange change of events that seemed to ease the monstrosity once was, or maybe still was she wasn’t entirely sure of that either. She wasn’t sure if she liked this new profound change in her or not. What did that mean for her power? Was she weaker with her humanity or stronger? The vampire had spent so long playing within the realm of her own illusions for so long, it was really no surprise that she wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t. They were so believable at times and sometimes she produced them without thought. They just happened suddenly. Maybe it was her subconscious? The ones she had to focus on, like that dragon snake thing, that was very different. She felt the tangible connection as if it were part of her. Hell, she had spent so long with her illusions as her only form of companionship, it wasn’t the most outlandish thing to ever happen. She didn’t get along with her own kind and humans were a source of food and fun. Only Petra’s version of fun was not a human’s. Didn’t the human most of times wind up in death’s embrace?

Now it was time to pay up to a bet she was astonished that she even agreed to these terms. Her past self would have conquered and that would have been the end of it. Hell, she would not even given it much thought, the ruthless thing that she was. She would not dare consider opening a vein for another being. It felt wrong for an apex predator to be a meal to another. Alas, her she was, under these circumstances she found it near impossible to believe.

She allowed this embrace, knowing what was to come. Knowing she could handle it. A little bit of pain from the prick of fangs meant nothing to her, she admitted it to him. But she wasn’t afforded much of a chance to think as she was terribly distracted by his breath and soon his lips against the pale skin of her neck. It didn’t take long before she felt the first hint of teeth, those familiar pointed teeth she also possessed, only they were poised against her. But what she wasn’t prepared for was after that astonishing bite and those unusual sensations that overwhelmed her body which followed it. From her head to her toes, she was swept away in a bombarding wash of his venom. It felt as if every ounce of her was crawling, tingling to break free or simply get lost. The woman didn’t even know what was up anymore. She even felt damn good. It felt like she was pummelled with a tsunami of pleasure. Not even the intoxicating taste of her most delicious meal compared to this, made her feel so close to life itself. Her eyes snapped shut as if she was drunk off the feeling. Nothing seemed to truly matter, not caring about what was to happen to her or the fact that she was never so vulnerable in her life. Well, maybe except for the time she was tricked into loving someone. That was pretty intense.

She fully sagged into him, it was a damn good thing he was prepared for this or she may have flopped out of his embrace with a graceless plummet. Petra felt like she was suddenly in a dream. Maybe she was dead and this is what death felt like! Maybe she should have really died a long time ago. But through the thick of it all, she vaguely remembered the name, Arlo. She spoke it out loud, more like a moan she would have felt rather disgusted at. She felt a strange embrace that felt oddly nice to her, she didn’t know where it was coming from but she liked it. How did she even get here?

His words were nothing but lost in the miasma of this sensation, they didn’t seem very real at all. So maybe she was living within the realm of her illusions? Maybe this is what it was. She heard him calling her the name babe, vaguely remember he called her this before. “I am not a piglet, I say!” She declared drunkenly at the sound of the word babe. She laughed, unable to focus on anything because her eyes remained sealed shut. But then she giggled, the strangest sound to ever leave her lips. “They are pretty cute though.. I don’t remember the last time I saw one.” Why did she even say that?

Somehow he managed to slowly maneuvre upon the ground. She flopped down on top of Arlo, landing haphazardly like a sack of potatoes, her head rolled back. Her head landing on his chest or shoulder she wasn’t sure what, she didn’t know nor care, this just felt just right. The words were reaching her somewhere of the blackness of her own head that felt more like blasts of technicolour. Was she alright? “I don’t know.. Yes, no? Maybe? Maybe everything. I am everything. I am a lady. Lady Petra.. Why did you stop?” Her words are altogether hilariously nonsensical.

How embarrassing. She was a creature who possessed power, unlike anything most of have seen. Hell, she could have dominated the city if she wasn’t so transfixed on her own selfish endeavours.

He was talking what seemed like sweet things to her but all she could do was burst out laughing. “I think I could eat a horse.. an elephant and horse. Yes, that sounds great.. No.. A human the size of a horse and an elephant.” Now that was sounding delicious. She didn’t eat animals, she ate people. Yes, now that made sense. She was a vampire with dignity after all. Oh, dignity where have you gone? Oh yes, she suddenly remembered she could open her eyes. Her eyes flashed open, those two-toned eyes peer up at nothing. “Oh.. that’s better.” She could feel the sensation of seeing was somewhat sobering. Noo, she didn’t want that. She liked this feeling.

“Uh oh. I fell down didn’t I?” She felt so damn light headed she couldn’t peel herself from him. Now she really made a silly fool of herself.


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