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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

it's time to do it now and do it loud101.180.51.10Posted On September 04, 2017 at 1:38 AM by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch


God! It was like being hit by a…..by a…..truck! Even if it only was a car it felt a damn lot bigger. Arlo colliding with that vehicle (near destroying the front of it in the process) before the vampire felt himself hit that road. Well, that hurt. His entire body left reeling from that impact, a crash that would surely have killed a mortal man entirely and had surely done at least some damage to the vampire himself and yet that healing was already well in effect. Those cuts and scrapes already drying and closing over, the feeling of sorts returning to his limbs along with the rest of his senses. He was vaguely aware of people around him, one man seeming to shout that he had no heartbeat. Didn’t he? That seemed awfully alarming. He should do something about that, maybe, after a nap. Although someone was tugging at his damn arm and his leg and….how the hell many people were in his bed? The scent of someone close to him, someone female saw his nose wrinkle slightly. He could smell her blood, her skin, her shampoo all at once. Women so often smelt so much nicer than men. His eyes felt slightly thick, almost heavy, the man at last managing to open them, his blue gaze meeting that woman’s own then as she leaned over him, that greeting of sorts on her lips.

“Hey to you too.”

He managed at last, those words slightly slurred and yet with each passing moment that clarity was returning. Arlo frowning then at all those people staring at him, that road feeling really bloody hard against his head, that blonde girl leaning over him again to hiss at him. Well- that was impolite. Arlo glaring slightly at her. Know what he was? A washed-up rock star? They could google that. It wasn’t exactly a secret, the man about to argue that very point before that comment to get up seemed to register. Yeah, he should do that, he should totally do that. He eased himself slowly upwards much to the apparent astonishment of the people around him, Arlo slowly pulling himself to his feet a moment later with the assistant of the blonde girl. Calliel. That’s right. The one he was looking for. The one he’d been about to talk to before that Taxi ran him over. That crowd apparently content to applaud his efforts. Hmm, maybe if they did that when he got out of bed in the evening he’d be more inclined to actually get up. Still, he let the young woman lead him away from that scene, Arlo vaguely aware of that arm around his waist and yet that steadiness seemed to find him with every step. His body near entirely healed within those few moments, no more than a few scratches still clear. His hand reaching up behind his head as Calliel led him further away from that scene, his hand lifting away to eye that wet, sticky blood that decorated his fingers.

“Damn, I’ve got blood in my hair. Seriously, is it bad? Can you see?”

He turned his head slightly, offering that girl a view of the back of it with clear concern. That would heal right? Was he going to need stiches? This is what he got for trying to be a good person. The man shaking his head once more, wiping his hand across his jeans in some lacklustre effort to clean it. Now he was going to need to find somewhere to wash-up, this shirt was probably ruined too. Just great. His gaze at last returned to that woman again. Arlo only now seeming to remember his purpose without that crowd staring at him and yet…Calliel hadn’t exactly said his name either had she? Didn’t she remember him? That lopsided grin tugging suddenly at his features.

“You don’t know who I am do you? I even remembered your name. It’s me, Arlo. Remember? You loaned me that eight bucks that time?”

Those words were teasing and good natured all the same. He paused, searching her features for some sense of recognition on the girls face, the man twinging slightly at that pain in his head. Wasn’t he supposed to be like indestructible or something?

“I came to give you the eight dollars back- like I promised.”








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