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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

ANNA-MARIE & CEARA;; the fantasy on your mind50.46.99.184Posted On June 12, 2016 at 10:15 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better

The taste of the young fairy was still upon his lips, her blood still coating his throat and now, causing his heart to beat with the same steadiness as any normal male. She had, against her will, given him life. His skin was somehow more radiant, his eyes were a shade brighter, mirroring almost the hue of the sky on a warm summer day. God she had tasted utterly delicious. The magical taint was still ever present within her blood, reminding him exactly of the flavor of the drunken fae he had attempted to take home at the bar only just recently. Darien still haunted his thoughts and the young fairy girl had only reignited those peculiar wants for the man. God did he wish that evening had gone differently. And yet, despite those lingering thoughts there was another that pervaded his mind perhaps as equally as the inquisitive man he'd attempted to bed - that haunting look within the fairy girl's eyes as he drank from the vein in her neck.


It was such a stark contrast, those rivaling thoughts and so, it was perhaps no surprise that it was that look and the guilt it created that overwhelmed the man's lingering desires for the fellow he'd lost his chance with. She had fought him so vehemently - her emotions had tore at his magic and though he had triumphed in some regard, he was hardly free of just how awful it made him feel. It was no surprise though - any night with his maker managed to create such lingering remorse at his actions. His crystalline blue gaze slowly slid towards the young girl that skipped all too happily at his side, her hand was still fitted ever so tightly within his own, as if she feared that if she let go, he might no longer see through with his promise to be her playmate for the night and see this Ceara that his maker had gone on about with such fondness. Frankly, Anna-Marie's like for the woman made him all the more weary of their soon inevitable meeting. He fully anticipated that she would be exactly like the deranged child that so haunted his death and now afterlife.


Regardless of those lingering emotions that tore at his soul, Sebastian kept his ruse up, continuing to foster the young girl's feelings for himself in the little fashion that he could. After all, though she had commanded him to drink from the fae, she had not deemed it necessary for the woman to die. It was a victory that he naively took to being caused by his own magical workings. Perhaps, he might be able to sway the child again in some other manner if necessary - once they found their way to Ceara. After all, he was very much walking into this scenario blind with naught but a sour taste in his mouth (well, a delicious taste really but that was beyond the point). He followed the girl past the sleeping homes of the South side and back towards the glitzy half of town that he so often stalked. The North was decidedly his realm and in some fashion, it distressed him to know that both women too stalked the same sidewalks that he did. What he didn't expect, however, was to be led into a bar. He'd paused outside the entrance with a dubious look across his face, inquiring if only because he knew well the girl's distaste for the sort of pleasures he relished in - vices that this bar too satisfied in some fashion. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"



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