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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

;; death kindly stopped for me99.66.148.71Posted On July 10, 2014 at 10:16 PM by Ceara Hade


Ceara rolled her eyes slightly at Damon’s antics. “True.” She conceded to the fact that he never stated he was a clean person. However, at least the kill itself was clean, a clean break to the neck with no wound to spill blood all over the alleyway. It meant she wouldn’t have to call a cleaning crew of have poor Yolan scrub it up. Though Ceara had removed herself from the shadows that she had been watching the fight in she remained close to it. As if it were some safety zone that included her clawing attempts to remain ‘good’. Her hazel eyes regarded Damon with some suspicion, though each time she regarded him the edge of it was less, slowly allowing him to guide her to have what he considered as fun and what her inner demon begged for.

Her gaze shifts to the body of the hunter as Damon presents it before her, the smooth skin of his neck bared, though pale and no longer pulsing with the circulation of blood. There was only a few moments after a body had stopped that the blood kept warm and that opportunity was fading. Ceara was sure that if the hunter had laced his blood with something that they would be able to smell it. She had only heard of such tactics being used, having never come across them herself. However, she had always made it a point not to get involved with a hunter enough to have to kill them. Either way Ceara let her inhibitions fall, her fingers gripping at the hunters clothes though he was well held up by Damon, and sunk her fangs into the crook of the dead man’s neck.

The explosion of the crimson liquid in her mouth caused what could only be described as a purr to vibrate through Ceara. She had fed earlier that night but hunter blood, supernatural blood, was much different than human. Each supernatural had their own unique taste and Ceara had tasted all save for hunter and she had to say it was quite delightful- like drinking the sun itself. Beads of the blood gathered around her lips as she drank but otherwise she was a clean feeder. Vampires who simply tore into a meal all for the sake of ‘appearance’, wasted valuable blood in her opinion. As soon as the blood started to cool in temperature she pulled away with a soft sigh, her head abuzz in pleasure as it always was after supernatural blood.

“It tastes like the sun itself.” Ceara wiped at her lips with delicate fingertips to rid the blood from them, licking her fingertips to savor the taste. Her ruby stained lips curled in a smirk as she regarded Damon again. “Is this how you always start the night?” To say he had gained her interest and the demon’s inside would probably be an understatement.

Ceara Hade

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality




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