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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on November 20, 2016 by Katarina Foster
Residences


I should have known the Were would show herself. After all, this guy is exactly the kind she's plotting against, the evil sadistic ones with nothing more on their minds than their own satisfaction. I don't know what happened to the Were, no, to the WOMAN that made her turn like this but I don't plan on killing her till I find out. The council sent me out here to exterminate her before she kills again but I believe in killing with good reason. Yes, those cops didn't deserve to die and yes, I know she's not always going after the scum of the earth like this guy and that means she's not innocent but I can't just kill her without knowing why. I'm not heartless, as Kohl has showed me time and again.

When I see her flash by in a big ball of black and brown fur, the air is suddenly alive with electricity. My adrenaline and my powers are going crazy. I sense every bite and every fumbling punch from the man as he drops to his knees. I know I could save him but I guess a part of me didn't want to. He was scum of the earth and no one would miss him. My priority was to try to save her, no matter what the council says.

I watched the blood pour from his throat as she pulled out his jugular and I look away for a moment, still caught up in my inner turmoil between saving humanity and saving her soul. I hate seeing humans die, no matter their sins. I always tell myself that this is why I was made. I am a hunter. I am supposed to be saving them. What gives me the right to play God and choose who gets to live and who gets to die? Somehow I couldn't move when I needed to and now a human is dead.

I don't have much time to think about it though. I see her leap just before it happens so I know to bring my knife up, carving it across the bottom of her chest as she jumps at me but misses because I drop to my knees on the cement to let her go over my head. I am at my advantage in battle. I always am. I know it's not a deep cut and I know it's nowhere near fatal. I basically just pissed her off, and all because I don't want to kill her. Stupid. In that moment as she hits the ground with a yelp and rolls into the building wall, I turn one more time to look at the dead body....and see another not so dead one with him.

A vampire? Of all times to show up, now is not a great time. And yet here he is, making a margarita out of the dirtbag like its kosher. Must have been my midnight stalker. I wonder briefly why he didn't think to attack me but judging by the way he's chowing down on the dead man's wrist, I'm going to say he likes an easy meal instead of one that puts up a fight. I meet his gaze for a moment, so many WTF questions in my head before he says something about the dog and then I turn back, just in time to see fangs gnashing toward my throat. I bring my arm up, placing it right in her mouth and though I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the screams in, I can't help the whimper as I fall onto my back.

She's strong; I'll give her that. My shoulders are being grated into the cement as she gnaws on my arm like it's prime rib. I close my eyes and concentrate, feeling for the knife on the ground just feet from where I lie. When I find it in my mind, I use my control power to send it flying into the Were's side. She screams as it burrows between her ribs. I'm careful not to aim it somewhere vital but even so, it hurts like a bitch. She lets go of my arm and I get a chance to bring my knees up, kicking her off of me so I can roll over and get back to my feet. I hold my bleeding arm against my chest as I grab another knife from my back holster, my attention held between the snarling dog already getting back to her feet or the hungry vampire, still eating his brains out on the dead man. What will my night cook up next?


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