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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

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on November 20, 2016 by Troy Marks
Residences


Guilt is something I am far too familiar with. The night my mother died, I was thirteen years old. My dad was hunting a coven of vampires and managed to catch them during daylight hours. He burned them all to a crisp, killed the whole damn coven, or so he thought. The leader got away, having hid herself in a different room from the rest for just such a purpose. She was old and good at survival. She came to my house that night for revenge but dad wasn't home. He was still out hunting, so she took revenge on his family instead. She drained my mother right in front of me. My dad has been teaching me to fight since I could walk so there's no doubt I could have grabbed a stake and at least made an attempt on the bitch but I didn't. I stood there, frozen in fear, while my mother pleaded for her own life and the vampire bit out her throat and I did nothing. Jack shit.

I've made choices in my life, good ones and bad ones. I've sacrificed others for those I care about. I once left a fellow hunter to die because my brother Dennis was caught in a tough fight with a WereTiger and he was losing. I knew it was down to the hunter, Mark, or Dennis. I chose my brother. By the time I helped him kill the Were, Mark was already dead. That's not the first or only time I've let others die because of Dennis. One time, I thought he was dead, really and truly dead. I was willing to give up everything to get him back, even make a human sacrifice with an innocent. A witch told me a spell to bring him back but I would have to kill a virgin, an innocent human. I didn't hesitate a second. I was actually in the act of kidnapping a girl when Dennis found me. I almost killed someone.

I've been haunted all my life by bad choices like that. Guilt is practically my middle name. When I knock on the door, it takes a few minutes before anything moves in the house. It's around that time I notice there are really no lights on in the house. My brows furrow in puzzlement. Did I come at a bad time? Is she even home? I'm pretty sure this is the address I was given. Did I screw it up? I glance down the street as if I'll see her waving at me from another door a few houses down and we'll laugh about my silly mistake but of course, no luck. Something tells me this is her house; call it a hunch.

Finally I register movement behind the door so I shove my hands in my pockets and resolve myself to wait. The door opens slowly but I would lying if I didn't say I was shocked to see what's behind it. It's her, but something is different. So very different, but I can't put my finger on it. There's a thick blanket wrapped around her shoulders and she looks confused to see me. Of course she would be. I didn't announce that I was coming. I give her a sheepish smirk and duck my head as I run a hand through my hair, obviously having not rehearsed what I planned on saying enough times in my head.

She says my name but her voice sounds almost hoarse, like someone who hasn't spoke in a long time or someone who has been crying a lot. I tilt my head, not used to this version of the girl I met in that Burlesque club, the girl on the beach. I take her in but a lot is hidden by the blanket. Her eyes almost appear sunken in though, a little less color on her cheeks. Is she feeling okay? I want to ask but she beats me to the punch with questions. I part my lips, unsure of where to begin, but at least she's stepping back, a clear signal that I'm welcome to come in.

"Hey, Sam, long time, no see..." I say softly as I step inside, closing the door behind me before turning back to her. "Um, so I came because I wanted to talk to you. Is this a bad time?" I can't help but ask, taking her in once more. I still can't put my finger on it but something is definitely off. "I can totally come back later if it is." I offer.


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