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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

set me free and change my ways any74.77.69.66Posted On March 06, 2017 at 9:14 PM by harper williams




i’ll see the veins of my city
like they do from space


Starting over somewhere new was the real American dream. Forget the picket fences, the spouse, the children, the house. The ability to pack up your life and leave your past without looking back was a superpower. It was a super power that Harper tapped into every day since she graduated college. Like clockwork, every six months she started itching to find somewhere new. By then she’d find made mistakes she couldn’t fix and enemies that would no doubt see her dead given the chance. Maybe it wasn’t so much a super power but the fact that she was an addict that made this lifestyle possible. She had a certain skill set, a certain charm, that helped pathe the way to a new life. A new start.

But being here was unlike any high she’d ever felt.

Life still in boxes, Harper set out into the night in search of a good martini and a cheese plate. They’d been her favorite meal back in New York, when she was still feigning acting like a put together adult. When you were an editor at a fashion magazine, your calorie threshold was only so high so you could still fit into the clothes in the beauty closet. Often the cheese plate was the only non-liquid, non-chemical part of her day. Otherwise she had a steady system of uppers and downers that kept her on somewhat of an even keel. Harper tried to leave as much of that behind as she could this time. The orange pill bottle in her designer clutch was more of a safety net for her to fall into if the shit hit the fan. For now, she was clean.

Getting out of a taxi in front of the bar, Harper looked up at the sign. The VooDoo Room. She went to ask the driver what the hell this place was, exactly, but they’d already pulled away from the curve. Taking a deep breath in, she tasted winter lingering in the air. Tilting her head, blonde hair falling across her shoulder, Harper was sure she felt something else besides a steadily dropping temperature. No, no. She was being crazy. She was just needed a drink. Something to eat. A refuge from the threat of a winter storm.

She pulled the door open and entered the bar, feeling like she was suddenly in New Orleans rather than the city she’d actually moved to. Oddly enough, it felt like home. Sitting down at the bar, she pulled a cocktail menu towards her with one perfectly-painted black finger nail. New city, new bar, newly sober--maybe Harper would deviate from her routine just this once.



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