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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

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you're my water you're my wine69.145.144.152Posted On April 27, 2017 at 3:46 PM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



Malek had hardly noted the dirty look Chizue gave the man behind him from shoving him from his stool, though he did catch the tail end of her annoyed features before a lightbulb went off in her mind. The vampire could practically see her features twisting into something much more lighthearted as she tugs on his smooth hand and settling him into her now vacant seat. What he did not expect was for the woman to scramble up the stool and place herself in his lap. It was so astonishing; his hands instantly find themselves wrapped around her hips to steady her swaying body. Malek decided suddenly he rather liked the feel of Chizue sitting in his lap. It was perhaps that very primal male side of him that was entirely satisfied that she had picked him to accompany her for the evening. Even though the vampire knew he would be taking care of her for the rest of the night, he hardly minded.

Making lazy circles with his fingers across her hips, a simper caresses his lips as he watches her sip on her drink, that blush becoming more vibrant across those cheeks the more she drank. She was so happy. If the man could see her smile like this day after day, it would be enough to be in her presence. It was as if that innocent soul of hers glowed from within and the vampire was utterly captivated by the petite Asian woman. Finding that he was struggling to keep his more… inappropriate emotions at bay, he flags the bartender down and orders her another drink quickly. As she boldly announces that he needs another drink, Mal gives a small chuckle and turns towards the bartender shaking his head. If Chizue were to be in his care for the evening he didn’t want to have a clouded mind. As much as he would like to get entirely drunk with the fellow vampire, he would rather make sure she arrived somewhere safe before dawn.

His hands continue their lazy strokes along her hips, even as he leans forward to whisper that her friends had abandoned her. Though he could hear the disappointment coating her lyrics that they had left, he was relieved to find that she wasn’t entirely dissatisfied that she would be with him for the remainder of the night. And when she replies to him again, a wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He couldn’t argue with her there, though he wasn’t about to tell her what thoughts had crossed his mind since she had planted herself in his lap. So, he doesn’t answer, instead he reaches a hand up to toy with her black hair gently, enjoying the feel of her smooth strands between his fingers.

And again, Malek leans forward to breathe in her delectable scent, going so far as to tell Chizue. Her response baffles him momentarily before a roaring laughter echoes through his throat as he leans back, listening to her chattering. Whether she had intentionally cocked blocked him or not was a mystery to the man, but he indulges her, his grin only widening as she explains that she had found a perfume she absolutely adored. Quickly cataloging the scent, he makes a mental note to find this said boutique and purchase this perfume she so loved. When she questions him, and shifts in his lap to look at him, his fingers dig slightly into the soft flesh at her hips, his eyes darkening with desire. It was with her damned shifting on his lap that has him leaning towards her a bit, attempting to keep his other man parts from announcing just how much he wanted her.

He must take a moment to answer, swallowing a few times as he carefully plasters another smile on his features, covering that moment of lust. “Yes, you do smell rather sweet Chizue, I’m delighted to have all to myself for the evening,” he grins again, temporarily distracted by her innocence. It was enough to keep him in line, though he dangerously toed it, especially the longer she stayed in his lap. As she bossily demands he finish his drink, he laughs lightly, reaching for his now empty glass and presenting it to her, “I’m already finished, just waiting for you, my dear,” that playful simper adorns his features as he watches her bite down on that straw. How he wanted her to bite him like that. Again, he snaps that wall down. He struggled to find his control when it involved Chizue it seemed.

“I rather like dancing, though I’m not familiar with this type of… dancing,” he winces, as he watches the couples grind against each other. He had a difficult time calling this movement ‘dancing’ it was so unrefined and untasteful, until Chizue enters his mind. No, he wouldn’t mind her rubbing up against him like that. Returning his attention to Chizue, he’s astounded at how quickly she finishes her drink. Eyes a bit wide, he reaches around her and plucks the empty glass from her hand and sets it on the bar. “Would you like to stay here and dance? Or find somewhere else?”

You're my whiskey. From time to time.



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