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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

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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.

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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

you're my water you're my wine69.145.144.152Posted On May 19, 2017 at 3:35 PM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

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

Malek could feel his self-control beginning to slip.

By god this woman was going to be the death of him! Her innocence was refreshing, her tender heart and her unusual power all but drew Mal in. Though he had only shared very little time with her, he had taken a liking to the girl, she was unlike anyone he had ever met. Since she threw her arms around him tonight, he wasn’t sure whether he needed to cringe or laugh at that innocence that so dominated her personality. The fact that she was drunk and she clearly still had no idea what she was doing to him made Malek want to enjoy this, enjoy her tonight. Perhaps he would have been satisfied with being in her company but the man could feel that leash growing tighter and tighter until it very nearly is at its snapping point.

When, finally, their conversation turns to the dancing couples that line the floor, he can’t help but watch in fascination at the sexual movements. If dancing like this existed a hundred years ago it would have been a scandal! Malek is turning his steely eyes back to Chizue about to retort with a humorous comment until the woman wiggles in his lap. Astonished at the movement, the man grits his teeth, his jaw clenched together while his fingers dig into the girl’s hip again. He wasn’t entirely prepared for that. “I’m not sure I would enjoy that sort of dancing, I prefer to lead my partners along the dance floor,” he offers a rather strained smile, his fingers loosening on her waist, though his stiff posture remains.

He needed to get to that fresh air soon or, well, he wasn’t entirely sure what would happen.

Plucking away her now empty glass, he slides it across the table, smiling fondly at Chizue as she responds. Listening to her note the stuffiness in the room he can’t help but give a small nod; brows raise when she tilts her head back to lean against his shoulder, those chocolate eyes staring up at him. He must stifle the urge to kiss her but still, he lifts his hand to brush the hair from her face, even going so far to trace his thumb across her cheek bone, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his. When she slides off his lap, his expression becomes strained again as he feels the way her body moves against him. The vampire had to admit, he rather missed her sitting in his lap, he felt strangely cold without her weight.

Malek eyes her outstretched hand briefly before taking her much smaller hand in his and tossing a wad of cash on the bar before taking a step closer to her. “As much fun as this… experience has been, I couldn’t agree with you more. I’m sure we can find something much more exciting to stimulate our evening,” he grins at her, pulling the petite Asian woman closer to him before they slowly make their way to the exit. His grip tightens on her very slightly, worried he might lose her in the crowd before they finally reach the doorway. Pushing throw, he leads Chizue out into the chill evening and to the edge of the street before turning back to her, his broad smile tugging at his lips with genuine happiness dancing in those eyes.

“Feeling better?” he asks, refusing to let go of Chizue’s hand but he tugs her a bit closer to let a group of drunks stumble by, noticing that they were flush against each other. Releasing her hand, he sets the same hand on her lower back, looking down at the woman, he can’t help but raise his other and let his fingers trail across her cheek again. “Forgive me for not asking permission, but I’m finding it rather difficult to resist you tonight,” he murmurs before Malek is closing the distance and presses his lips against hers. Cupping her face now he’s delighted to feel her soft lips against his. Allowing the kiss to break after a brief moment, he pulls back, his steely eyes searching her features to see if he had crossed any boundaries. “Chizue? As much as I would love to stand with you all night, the sun is about to rise,” he points out a bit breathlessly, his brows furrowing a bit of concern filling his features.

“My house is just around the corner but we will have to run to get there before the sun rises,” he says, his eyes roaming to the skyline, already he could see the purple tinge on the horizon. He waits until she says yes before he reaches down and grips her hand, dragging her down the street towards home.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.


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