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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 28, 2016 by Katarina Foster
Residences


He pretty much confirms my theory that he never really had a pet. He's nodding along like he's taking it all in but I can tell by the wrinkle between his eyes that he only knows the basics. Maybe he's picked up that it's a dog or whatever but past that, he probably has no idea. Oh well, he doesn't have to be a brain surgeon about dog breeds to be the man I...well, I guess I do love him. But am I ready to say it?

He takes in the story about my night and all the emotions are almost like a story in itself to watch him go through. He looks pretty much just concerned about everything that happened to me and surprised that I can tell the story without laughing at the end like it was all one big joke. He really has no idea what a normal night for a dark hunter is like because he's never embraced what he is. He'd rather stay in the shadows and work on his gadgets than get out in the world and fight and that's okay. I care about him anyway, but it's times like these that he really proves just how little he knows of my world.

I see the eye roll when I say that I stabbed the vampire, like he's not at all convinced that the vampire will stay gone. I'm not convinced either but I've never been scared of the creatures I hunt and I'm not going to start now. If he comes after me, so be it. I'll finish him off but if he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away. I have a feeling he had good survival instincts. He was just having an off night or something.

Kohl seems thoughtful like he's considering telling me something but I certainly wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth when he handed me the first aid kit. The L word, of all things I know he's just as surprised and I can read the hurt like a book when all I give him in return is silence. I'm already cursing myself for leaving him with nothing to do but doubt our relationship wile I'm suturing up my wound but I didn't know what else to do. What do I do now?

I'm 99% sure Kohl has never had to deal with something like this before. A woman not saying I love you back? It's probably never even crossed his mind to say it to a woman before. That's pretty much a rule in one night stands right? Never let emotions come into it. Saying I love you is definitely an emotions thing. While I'm suturing my wound, I wonder what he's doing. Is he just pacing, cursing himself for saying it or is he packing his stuff? No, he wouldn't do that. This is his house, after all. He would be packing my stuff. He could be doing that. I bite my bottom lip, not even thinking about the needle going through my flesh. I'm wondering what I'm going to walk into when I leave this bathroom.

He asks if I'm done and I'm still paniking inside my head. What do I do, what do I do?! And then the door's open and he's standing there. I notice immediately that he won't even look at me. He's looking at the bloody rug and even my arm but nowhere near my face. Great, he can't even look at me. He's probably about to tell me it's over or something, kick me out and tell me to find someone else to bother. I feel the tears stinging my eyes before I know it and I've never felt like this before. I feel.....helpless.

I try to speak, putting everything I've got into it and he looks up. The hope in his eyes is killing me and maybe that's why I suddenly lose the air to breathe. Why is this so hard? And then it comes to me, my last ditch effort to sway him from ending all this and never seeing me again. I throw myself at him, as desperate as I've ever been before but without words, it's all I've got. I fling my arms around him and hold him close, holding onto him as if it's the last time I'll ever hold him again. I breathe him in and it's like breathing pure oxygen, like living to the fullest. I don't know where I would be without him.

At first I hold my breath, just breathing him in and not wanting to let go. He doesnt' move at first and I'm waiting for something, anything with bated breath. And then it happens. Slowly I feel the presence of his arms around me and I let out my breath in a long slow sigh. A part me of me wishes I could see his face right now to see what his expression is but another part of me doesn't want to know. His words though, they're getting to me like a stake through the heart. I know he's trying to make me feel better but it's only making me feel ten times worse. I press my face into his shoulder, trying to be stealthy about wiping my tears on his shirt (he won't notice, right) while I find my voice. "I know." I finally spit out.

When he pulls back, I know he's going to want to look at my face. I silently curse myself as I hurridly wipe at my eyes, looking at him while clearing my throat. Luckily he doesn't look long before he glances down at his phone and I'm able to compose myself a little more. I listen as he asks if I want breakfast or a bath and I hear the tease in his voice. God, I've missed that. It feels like it's been weeks but I know it's probably only been hours. It's just been a rough night. I'm aching to get us back to that place again too so I chew on my bottom lip thoughtfully for a minute, my eyes lighting up. "A bath would be heavenly. Then breakfast. Deal?" I meet his gaze, trying to read his expression, hoping I can let him know that he means so much to me through my usual talking. The physical kind.


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