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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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life; 192.206.23.249Posted On January 09, 2017 at 10:07 AM by DAREIOS


It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Dareios finds himself struggling to make the contents of his small, porcelain cup disappear. The coffee sticks to his insides, coating his throat and mouth and stomach in a dizzying, earthy lacquer. Perhaps in his old age, the vampire's body is not quite as accustomed to "faking it" as he once was. His grimace is still plastered across his face as he stares into the shallow depths of the cup, two white, and cold hands placed flatly on the table around it. He sits tall, a tip he'd picked up over the years as to not wrinkle the finely pressed fabric of his charcoal blazer. And with a low huff, he sweeps up the mug delicately in between his fingers and swallows down the rest of the warm liquid.

The vampire wrinkles his nose and purses his lips tightly, his eyes reverting back into tight slits as he tasted the last of the coffee and its residual sensation.

Upon placing the empty mug back on the table, a handsome young man catches his eye and makes his way over. Age and looks can be deceiving in this town. And once the man is in close enough proximity, Dareios is able to identify him as fae -- and an old fae at that -- by the sickingly sweet cologne that follows in his wake. Nevertheless, the man looked far too young to be visiting the Witchery because he felt some sort of civic responsibility to take part in local government meetings. So when he speaks of a cafe more fitting for vampires, Dareios merely offerings him a gentle smile and a slight lift of his shoulders, as if he is confirming his suspicions to himself and himself alone.

Dareios cocks his head to one side briefly as he takes in the man's dialect, the tone and elevation of his voice something he hasn't heard in quite some time. "Italian, yes, but ancient, no? I haven't heard that in some time."

He offers before wiping his hands with a napkin then standing to extend the fellow a firm hand shake. Dareios is still smiling, that classic"I'm the mayor" toothy and professional grin, as he offers this stranger his hand.

"You do look familiar." Dareios confirms, his own words laced in a traditional Irish accent. The vampire wasn't foolish enough to completely disregard the stranger, but felt at ease in the company of another immigrant, of someone with a heritage so rich and so different from that of Sacrosanct. "I apologize, I cannot remember your name. But I am Dareios Auerbach, antiques dealer, and well, mayor of the city."

Outside the window, the skyline still cast shadows in the streets. More forms, human and the subtle supernatural, pass through the hotel's doors as the stars begin to twinkle overhead. People pass by them casually on the sidewalk through the glass pane of the cafe's nearest window. It's as if this strange city has come alive with the darkness the evening hour brings. Strangers' stares never linger, but they pass over their faces as they hurry by.

"Actually, I'm not one who appreciates the glamour of those busy events," Dareios says, placing his hands flippantly into his trouser pockets. The vampire goes quiet for a moment as his stomach growls in protest of the coffee. "But this cafe that you speak of. Is it close?"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl




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