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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

Take Me Where I’ve Never Been47.186.158.204Posted On September 04, 2017 at 11:53 AM by Calliel Alosi



You know, I’ve never been hit by a car before. I would imagine it was quite painful. I’m pretty sure that if I got hit by a car I would probably be dead. I doubt very seriously being a Were I would be able to survive such a thing. I don’t really plan on testing this theory. Someone else can do that. I’m pretty sure a vampire could survive it though. I mean, I’m touching his leg firmly double checking to make sure his limb isn’t broken. I don’t know how long it takes for a vampire to heal. I mean could it take seconds or a day? I don’t know, I’ve never really took the time to get to know a vampire. I hardly know much of my own species, but I do know a lot about Dark Hunters. Now those guys, I am fairly certain, would be able to withstand being hit by a car. They’d be in a pain, but they would have a better reaction than this bozo. Oh my goodness, come on you dumb vampire, start waking up! Ah, there we go. As soon as I left my head away from his chest, reassuring others that there was a heartbeat, I can see his eyes starting to flutter. I don’t know if the others can hear it, but I could hear his slurred words. I can’t help, but roll my eyes in exasperation. Really dude? You mean to tell me your’re going to try to flirt or pull a fast one on me? Vampires are so stupid. If you can speak to me in that way then I am pretty certain you’re more than capable of getting off your damn ass. Grabbing his hands, I help him to his feet, trying to be gentle partly so that he would get up and not fall, and partly to act like I cared in front of our audience. I can feel the man slip, and so I squeeze him closer, annoyed that I have to help carry more of his weight. As we waked around the corner I listen to his first question...his hair. Seriously. As he turns his head for me to see the back of his skull, I release a snort, glaring up at him as I give him a response he most likely wasn’t expecting.

“You’re more concerned about your hair than the fact you’ll be discovered. I know vampires are vain, but I always thought they were smarter than this.”

I can’t hardly judge if it is that bad or not. I mean how should I know? He wasn’t missing half the back of his head nor was he scalped or missing a lot of hair. He seems quite fine to me and so I shall not worry about it. I guess I should be more concerned that the loss of blood meant he would need blood. Well, luckily for us there was a vampire bar nearby, where he can get himself a drink and then be back on his merry way. Then I could return to my original goal treating myself to a very good dinner...which I think now I deserve a dessert. Yes, one hell of a divine dessert. Maybe I’ll start that first and then dinner. Apparently I knew this man. Which I’m actually quite surprised. Someone remembered little ole me, and I’m supposed to be thankful of that? My eyes narrow as I look over his façade once more finding that he did indeed seem recognizable. Although it’s light out last I saw him it was much darker. It was during the holiday season when I had met him, and bought him a notebook. He was on the run from his own kind and apparently he survived. Well lucky him. Unimpressed I shrug my shoulders. He didn’t matter to me. No one did anymore.

“I don’t remember names, because everyone I’ve met hardly ever comes back. You’re proof. It took you nearly a year to come up with the 8 dollars...that’s pretty sad. If you remember my name then you should remember, I told you, you didn’t have to pay me back.”

As we’re walking I can catch on to see that his steps were getting steadier, and steadier. Oh my god he is heavy. Without asking I unwrap my arm from around his waist, getting away underneath him, as I take a few steps to the side letting him master his ability to walk on his own two legs. Crossing my arms I stand still, eyeing him carefully, hardly trusting him at all. I don’t believe in promises, especially ones that matter. I know how this works. I know how it always works. It’s the same as before. I’m am around someone until my use is no longer necessary. I helped him get out of that predicament with the car and gave him money for a notebook. I’m fairly certain our brief time will be nothing more than a blimp in his long existing life. I’m hurt and yet I do a very good job of hiding that. So, I stand there waiting with limited patience for the money he promises to give me, money that no longer ties us together.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable




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