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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.
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.
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'.
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.
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Posted on December 10, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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He's being careless which either makes him young or dumb, possibly both. He doesn't seem to believe me lying when I make threats so the fact that he's not gone yet is baffling. He apparently is still not in control of his thirst. Where is his maker? Is no one around to teach him how to blend into society and not get himself killed? Oh, hold up. For a second there, I almost felt sorry for the vampire. He's either going to have to get control of himself fast or he's going to go down hard in a city this size. More humans to feed on also means more hunters to defend them and this is pretty much a hot spot for the Council to watch over. It'll be no time at all before he's in their crosshairs then he's as good as dead. Almost like the Were I'm trying to save. I can't believe he actually followed me to go after me. I thought I had made myself clear when I shoved past him to go after her, telling him to stay out of my way. Apparently his skull is thicker than I thought. I was stupid though, to ever turn my back on the vampire. That's my bad. I should have known better so when that stupid net opened up around me, I was already cursing myself. With my adrenaline so kicked up from all the fighting and running, I should have seen it coming but the Were is a blind spot for me. I'm so distracted by saving her that I forget sometimes to save myself. What an awful hunter I can be sometimes. With her pinned beside me though, at least I can keep an eye on her too and know that she's still safe. I can see the shifting in the vampire's expression, like watching an internal war that I have no chance of intervening on. It's like he's not even listening to my conversation with the Were, so caught up is he on his own drama. At least I do get to talk to her, but it does no good. She's stubborn as hell. Even as he licks the wound on my arm, I'm too disgusted to even notice the healing ability I'm gaining from his saliva. I can't even look at him while he's doing that. It's just too awkward and I want to get away as fast as I can or hurt something. I can't decide what I want to do first. Luckily I get my chance in his distraction. My knife slams hilt deep into his shoulder and I twist before yanking it out, shoving him back and away from me. I could care less if he's pissed about being denied his food. Even as he curls his lips back and hisses like a cat, I snort and raise my knife hand, ready as ever. My power has kicked in now, ready for anything. At his comment, I narrow my eyes and shake my head. "I'm sure you've heard the saying, actions speak louder than words. Your words mean nothing to me. You've already proved how just like your kind you really are. Look at you now. You're pissed because I denied you my blood. You're a slave to it and you're too proud to see it. You're also too weak to control yourself. You are the epitome of a vampire. I've seen plenty to know." He seems thoughtful for a moment, rolling his shoulder and I can't help the quirk of my lip in satisfaction to see the pain passing his features. Good. Maybe it'll be a lesson from him to learn from. Don't try to feed from a hunter. Rather his shoulder than his chest because I have a stake on my person as well. I just chose not to use it. Lucky him. I'm usually not so quick to violence with everything I meet. Look at the Were for instance. I didn't just jump her and not worry about chit chat. I wanted to talk to her, to reason with her. Under other circumstances, I would have done the same with the vampire but he brought this on himself. If he had only tried to help or talk, I would have kept my knives to myself but by making it clear from the get-go that he can't control his hunger and making this a dangerous situation for both me and the Were, he has not only kicked into my survival instinct but my protective instinct as well. I'm a hunter and even though I have no choice on what I am, I am damn proud of what I've accomplished. I like having the power to defend myself and others. I love that I never really have to feel helpless or alone. I would easily put myself in the way of danger for someone else, an innocent. I would save someone else's life before my own every time and by threatening the Were girl, he has kicked into my serious ass kicking mode. I tilt my head though, suddenly curious when he mentions that the other vampires won't let him near them. An outcast by his own kind? How...off putting. Again, there I go almost feeling sorry for him. He could be lying. I scowl. "That doesn't give you a reason to act like a pompous ass who always gets what he wants. Maybe if you took on some likable qualities like say, I don't know, not trying to lick everyone with a paper cut?" I raise a single brow. "You want friends? Act like someone you would want as a friend." There's some friendly advice. As he backs up, I remain steady, knowing it could always be a trick. When he finally turns his back, I straighten up but my knife remains poised. If he tries anything, I'm a hell of a good throw with any of my knives. I watch him until he gets ready to disappear, his last comment making me snort in amusement. "Fine, I will." The words are almost playful, perhaps aiming to give him hope that he can make friends with people if he changes how he interacts. With that, I turn back to the Were, stepping forward to cut her net restraints and see where the rest of the night would take me. |