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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
    1 employees

    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; 67.79.162.62Posted On March 14, 2017 at 3:11 PM by DAREIOS


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



Dareios watched with bated interest as the vampire's girly body lit up with excitement and took off down the road. It was mere milliseconds before she was completely gone from view, her small body and head full of wistful blonde locks disappearing in a blur down the quiet street. With a gentle exhale, Dareios bent down to retie the laces on his sneakers, taking a moment to note the time on his wristwatch as he did so. He allowed his small, beady eyes to assess the atmosphere around him before he, too, moved forward at impressive speed, his body morphing to nothing more than a vague blur to the average passerby as he hauled after Anna-Marie.

The vampire felt foolish and apprehensive as he moved at first, self-conscious about whether or not he would be recognized as he moved at unnatural speeds, darting between bodies strolling down the sidewalk and around cars that idled in traffic along the city streets. But as he passed by block after block, Dareios began to feel, well, sort of light and airy. He spent so much of his time trying to mask the fact that he was a creature of the night. He never showed his fangs in public. Hell, he rarely fed in public. When Anna-Marie found him, he was 'pretending' to jog like a human being, of all things. To finally let go of all that, if only for a few minutes, was freeing. He felt a release for the first time in a long time, and he reveled in it for as long as it lasted.

Luckily Dareios knew his way to the park by heart, so it didn't bother him that he never caught sight of the girl's body as he moved expertly across the city, turning from one street onto another. When he arrived, he still did not see her, though he hardly thought he had in fact, won the race. He stood coolly and quietly atop a grassy knoll at the center of the park, watching the ghostly vacant sidewalks that were illuminated by streetlights that snaked across the property. And he waited, with a brief jovial smirk across his lips.

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl



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