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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.

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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.

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Is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork? 64.229.1.59Posted On October 12, 2017 at 10:34 AM by Petra Ambrose



Stealing a pig, how terribly dirty that would end up being. No not in the interesting kind of way either. Dirt smeared in places there shouldn’t be, not to mention pigs pooped everywhere and loved filth. Even when she was a child she had a natural aversion to them, usually preferring other animals. She wasn’t sure what it was that made it that way, alas. But of all things and creatures, she had an affinity with a chicken. She would sometimes sneak it up to her room at night when it was cold out. Talk to it under the covers of her bed. She didn’t care, in a child’s ignorant bliss she loved the creature. But we all know what happens to chickens, it was a shame too, that the same fate would happen to Petra’s little friend. She learned a hard lesson that day, perhaps the first day that changed something within her. Of course, it wasn’t just a chicken that contributed to her war on the world at large. There were a series of tragic events that turned Petra into that cold and calculating creature she was before her humanity was suddenly switched back on, add pinch of vampirism and say goodbye to innocence.

Innocence was such a fragile and delicate thing, it doesn’t take much to crumble and disappear. However, how strange it was that it somehow found its way back to her once she was mind fucked by some vampire that made her love him only to turn it off after a purpose was served.

Arlo’s next words made her mind get swept away with possibility. Ideas that would once seem ridiculous seemed ingenious. “What an idea.” She mused thoughtfully through the hazy miasma that was the state of her mind, stealing away farm animals in the middle of the night. It was quiet, or at least it felt that way. Not quite soundless as the noises seemed to faded in the background as though she were swimming underwater, all but Arlo’s voice might as well not existed. The even the murmer of insects sounded like a smeared blur, the distant sound of those rumbling racing deathtraps felt like a distant dream. Hell, she nearly forgot where she was, in all actuality the strange vampire lost onto sensations of his bite.

She could have been blissfully carried off into the true death and not even care, only to continue that potent sensation that Arlo’s venom provided. If she had been lucid, she would hate it. She needed her wits about her, needed to use her power at a moments notice, a trickster was only a trickster when they were in complete control. At this very moment she felt entirely helpless like a snoozing lamb, no longer the apex predator she was. ‘Stop what’, Arlo’s voice cut through her luxurious fog. She was still slumped against him. Did he not realise how good his bite felt? “Stop the biting. The feeling..” She nearly whined, her head rolling back against his chest, hardly sounding like herself. Intoxicating, mind out of body experience were just a few to name the sensations that washed over her currently. He could have sucked her dry until she was a mere husk and she wouldn’t have cared. What a happy death it would have been. Not many had the opportunity to die happy and sated, even if it wasn’t real. What was real anyways?

Then he mentioned something about food. Food! That sounded like the best thing, like chips to fat kid. Damn she wanted to binge in the worst way, drain every damn person in that crowd until she couldn’t move. Blood comas were only regretful after the fact. “ I have never been this parched. I want at least 10 decent sized people.” She paused, hesitating before she hmmed to herself. “But that’s a lot of bodies.” If there were fast food for vampires she would be all over it. She shrugged slightly or something oddly like it, it was difficult to tell as she was within the soft comforting confines of this high.

He asked her how he could make money. It wasn’t exactly making money, it was borrowing and not returning. Specifics. That’s what it all was. “Oh that is an easy one. Teleport into a bank.. or safe or somewhere where you know there is a lot of money or really expensive… things… Take what you need. Everyone needs money, real or fake...” Of course there were more specifics, like avoiding surveillance cameras and not triggering the really expensive alarms. Regardless, finding money was easy. It was everywhere especially if you weren’t afraid to use your gifts. This little trickster was quite good at it.

She was so used to be called everything but her name by the cannibal vampire that when he actually used her name she turned her head to peer at him with clouded two toned eyes. Could he ask her something? Whatever it was it sounded serious, like the question had far more weight to it than it sounded. Wasn’t that already a question? “Hmmm?” She asked back as if encouraging the man to speak. What an odd question to ask. What does that have to do with anything? “No, should I?” She had never shared a space with anyone before, her antics didn’t really garner her friends. It has always been just her. She wasn’t lying when she told the younger vampire she wasn’t popular. It was always just her and her illusions. Without a soul, homes didn’t feel like a home, simply a place to live in. Only a place to rest your head, a tool to utilize when you lured prey. Not to mention the obvious that she needed a place to hide from the harmful rays of the suns unforgiving uv. “No, just me.” She peered at him unblinking, that eerie look on her face drifting back into that emotionless reverie. It was rare for the illusionist to remain in one place for long. Like a hummingbird travelling from flower to flower. Only she never really thought about it much, not until now at least.

Suddenly she laughs, a joke only she could understand. Of course, only a sadist would find what she thought was funny. “You aren’t planning on trying to kill me are you?” She did her best at a hard, cold stare and failed. Is this what being drunk felt like? Is this what it felt like to be a silly little human? Another amused laugh soon escapes her, what a strange sound to be escaping her lips. But the vibrations felt interesting. Why did smiling hurt your face so much? Those disjointed thoughts bounced around in that amusement park of a mind. That was before ideas sprout of all the fun she could have like this. What kind of mischief she could pepper the city with in her drunken stupor. It wasn’t like Arlo could stop her. But would he?

She hated alcohol, hated what it did to people and yet here she was acting like a run of the mill drunkard. She felt like she could fly.. She peered up at one of the tall buildings thinking it was a wonderful idea just to float and soar about. Yes that idea sounded marvelous. “I think I can fly right now. Who needs to stand when you can fly?” The peculiar question almost sounded lucid. Wow the man really did a number on her. How odd. But maybe she needed to stand before she could fly first. She was truly acting the fool, if she knew better she would have felt quite ashamed by it.

For as intoxicated as she was, she certainly felt all to hyper aware of everything even amidst the light-headedness. Every little sound, thought, voice became heightened to the raven haired vampire. However, maybe she needed to stand before she let herself float away. This seemed rationale to her and as comfortable a chair Arlo was maybe she should stand. She certainly couldn’t eat like. Okay, one… two.. three. Weee. She stretched her arms forward as if it was going to help her reclined self to stand. Nope. What if she did this.. she wiggled around a lot and somehow managed turned so that she faced Arlo. Pressed up against him. This felt too close. Ok maybe this was harder than it actually seemed. She felt like a newborn pony trying to stand and she needed to learn rather quickly. How embarrassing. What an odd feeling. When was the last time she felt embarrassed. It certainly wasn’t in this century. “I’m sorry but I think I’ve forgotten how to do… this.” She had forgotten how to stand. This was a new low even for her.




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