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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

wear something with thick leather soles67.143.208.129Posted On November 29, 2017 at 6:11 PM by Taylor Dixon



She seemed so alone but he'd been in situations like this before and he knew better than to read too much into anything. The last time he'd approached a woman he thought alone, she'd brought out the pepper spray before he could even introduce himself. When that man got up to approach her, Taylor knew he couldn't just stand by and let anything happen to her. Not when he could do something about it. The wind blowing the doors open was confusing, for sure, but weird weather could happen anywhere and he hadn't been in Sacrosanct long enough to know the weather patterns so maybe that was normal here. Who was he to say? So he shrugged it off, hoping it wasn't a tell tale sign of an incoming tornado or something like that. The woman froze as the man reached out for her but Taylor wouldn't freeze. Luckily the man took the hint and wandered off leaving him with a woman holding his arm, acting like she knew him. He didn't mind and he would play along if it kept her safe. She seemed relieved that the man left her alone. He watched as she took a seat beside him, obviously feeling more safe with him than the man who kept eying her from his seat back over with his friends.

He asked her about a drink and she seemed eager to take him up on it. She gave her name as Kathryn, or Kat. He smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Kat." When he asked why she was here, she shrugged, before admitting she was new to town and didn't know anyone. She said she didn't know the place was full of assholes and he chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. "Seems most places are, but you lucked up, I guess." As she put a hand over her mouth and looked surprised at what she'd just said, he smirked. When she called herself a potty mouth, he grinned. "I haven't heard that one in a while. Don't worry. I happen to have one of those too." He leaned in as he said it, like it was some big conspiracy or something. His eyes twinkled mischeveously. The bartender approached, asking what she wanted and she asked for a bourbon. That was surprising. His brow arched up. She said she knew it was an old man's drink and that she couldn't help herself. He threw up his hands. "Nothing wrong with some of the classics. I like to keep an open mind."

He watched her hand the man a card when he came back. He started to shake his head, even as she told him that it was the least she could do. "You don't owe me anything, really."



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