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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 December 20, 2016 by Katarina Foster
Residences


I guess you could say I was too busy being pissed at the vampire for messing up my mission and then having the gall to try to force himself on my arm and then worrying about the Weredoberman that managed to slip away after that that I didn't exactly think to stop and look at my arm wound, to really analyze it and see that it's not behaving the way a normal arm wound would. Of course, I know I'm a Hunter so it'll heal in no time but I'd at least like to help it along a little by stitching it up.

I know his OCD must really be acting up right now, what with all the blood staining his white rug (of all the things to put in a bathroom) and the germophobe that he is too and thinks I haven't noticed.

He has to go poking and proding at the wound though and he manages to hit a tender spot, looking up at me like he's surprised that I actually feel pain when I suddenly jerk my arm away and glare at him. Jerk. His question makes me forget all about it though, my lips parting in laughter.

"Have you never had a dog growing up? You know, a Doberman, the black dog with brown markings, slender muzzle, usually used as a guard dog or attack dog...?" I tilt my head, as if waiting for it to sink in. Of course he is a rick kid so maybe he never had a dog growing up. His parents would probably be afraid it'd pee all over the thousand dollar rug or something. I shouldn't be teasing him but I can't help myself. I always thought I lived a sheltered life but at least I do know some basic dog breeds.

I can tell when I mention a vampire that it's getting to him. I can't even keep up with all the emotions crossing his features before finally he settles on something like mild concern when we both know that's far from what he's really feeling. I think I even saw anger in there somewhere. It's adorable really. But then I have to focus because he's asking me questions now. It's almost like an interrogation at this point. I think I hit a nerve. I raise a brow at him as I answer. Finally I sigh.

"A dog bit me. The vampire was there too. He wanted some blood and he thought me or the dog would be an easy meal. He was wrong, of course. Anyway, he trapped me in a net thing and then he...well, he licked me. It was really disgusting and I don't want to say more on the subject than that so don't ask. Anyway, I stabbed him and ran him off." I hope that answers all his questions. My stomach's still somersaulting over the whole lick thing. God, that was gross.

He's really got this whole distracting thing under control. The minute our lips touch, I'm no longer injured in his bathroom but I'm all too aware that we're so close to the bathtub and all the right angles that we could achieve with it and god, I really need to get this arm attended to but his lips are addicting...as are the teeth that catch my bottom lip as he pulls away. He really knows how to make me squirm with those teeth of his...but back to the subject of my large arm wound.

And then he goes and says it, the words I thought I never would hear from someone who meant it, someone I actually want to hear it from. Viktor used to say it when I was really young but as I got older, he was quick to stop coddling me and start training. There was no room for love. I never saw the need for love as a Hunter. It was only a distraction, a trick to make you lower your guard. I used things like lust to get my targets, never something like love. And here I am in a commited relationship with a known womanizer and he has to go and say the L word out of nowhere while I'm attempting to clean up a bite wound? What timing, but then, when do we ever have the best?

Some part of me knows he must be wondering when or if I'm going to say it back. A part of me wonders why I don't just spit it out, like ripping off the bandaid right? But my lips are frozen and everything is awkward and I suddenly feel clumsy and self conscious. I also feel like I can hardly breathe, almost claustrophobic. The weird thing is that it's not all that unpleasant. In fact, there's a mild feeling that I'm floating. But I've never felt like this before and it's disorienting and suddenly I have to remind myself of what I'm supposed to be doing so I don't just faint right here and now.

He nods and moves out of the bathroom and I can feel his hurt like a fiery breeze from hell. It burns my skin to know all I'd have to do is drop my damn guard and tell him how I feel but I couldn't do it, not right then anyway. I guess I was just too in shock of the whole thing. I just didn't think it would happen. I just figured we would go on with our relationship and whatever happens, happens. I guess I didn't think about the whole feelings and saying things out loud thing. And I guess I didn't think he would be the first to say it either.

Even when he steps out and closes the door, I feel his presence in the bedroom like a weight on my chest. I still can't breathe and for a few minutes, I can't think straight, let alone stitch a needle and suture up my wound. For a minute or so, I just stare into the mirror and breathe, long slow breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I even close my eyes to help me concentrate. I tell myself this isn't that big a deal. He said he loves me. That's what couples do after a while, right? We've been together long enough this shouldn't be that big a deal. Just natural. But nothing about us is natural. We're dark hunters. We hunt supernatural creatures for a living. We show our emotions through sex rather than through talking. And I know he's not going to just let it go. He's a genius at heart, a thinker and he'll never stop thinking about this until he's analyzed it right down to the final period. That's just the way he is.

It's only when I hear his voice softly calling my name that I wake up from my thoughts. I snap my gaze to the door, almost expecting to see him standing there and I know I'll be speechless again. Thankfully he leaves the door closed. He'd probably be shocked that I'm not already done suturing up my arm. I should probably get on that. I take one more deep breath before I reach for the suture and needle. "Yeah?" I say in a soft voice, something to acknowledge that I'm listening as I try to focus on getting the needle ready. I pour some alcohol over it to sterilize it then thread it, pulling the knot tight before I look down at my arm. Okay, here goes.

I listen as I start to thread the needle through my skin but I stop when I hear the part about the water. Oh, guess it's a good thing I'm listening. I turn the water on and wait for it to get hot before placing the wound under it. I hiss through my teeth, biting down on my lower lip to keep from whimpering as the hot water hits the raw skin. It takes a few seconds before the wound starts bleeding again and even then I leave it under, wanting to make sure all of that bloodsucker's saliva is gone. Only then do I take my arm out from the water and turn it off, taking a few more deep breaths before I pick up the needle. "Okay, thanks."

I manage to breathe out to assure him that I did as he said. When he goes silent, I sigh then start, biting into my lower lip again as I start suturing the wound. Thankfully I've done it enough times to know how to do it in half the time so it doesn't take long at all before I'm knotting the last of the suture to keep it tight and then clean the needle off with hot soapy water before wrapping it in tissue and throwing it in the trash so Kohl doesn't run into it. I know his maids take out the trash so it should be fine.

I hear the weight as he leans against the wall outside and the weight of his words earlier hits me again with realization. I'm going to have to face him at some point. I sigh, closing the first aid kit as he asks if I'm done. I nod silently at first before realizing he can't see me. "Yeah, I'm done." I say as I turn toward the door. The minute he opens it, I take a step toward him then pause, my eyes suddenly filled with doubt. Not about my feelings, but rather about his. I know he's probably been analyzing and re-analyzing his words while waiting. Would he decide this can't continue if I don't feel the same? Will he kick me out? Will he decide not to see me anymore? My chest feels tight at the very thought.

Sighing, I suddenly rush to him, throwing myself at his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. For a minute I just press myself into him, turning my head to breathe on his neck as I take in his musky manly scent. God, I love the way he smells. Especially just after waking up. Without all the cologne and fancy clothes, before all the aftershave and hair gel. This is when he's at his sexiest. And I'd hate to think that I lost him because I can't be a normal girl for once and talk about feelings. "Kohl...I..." I don't know what to say. I'm sorry? I feel the same but I just can't say it right now? Please don't leave me?


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