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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.
My own form of CHAOS Isolt
Posted on January 30, 2017 by Damon Marcello
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It was rare that he actually found himself in his own house for the night. He often wandered the streets looking for someone to hunt or just someone to catch up with but tonight, it just felt right to be home. It didn't hurt that Isolt would be coming by later to see him and hang out for a little while. He was hoping they could sit in front of the fireplace, maybe watch some movies and just have the closest thing to a normal date night that they've both had in a long time. Between Red on the Water and the coven, he knew that Isolt didn't get a lot of down time and he wanted to share that with her and let her relax. He had rose petals leading up to the door and into the living room and he had stuff laid out for a bubble bath. He would wait to light the candles until she was ready. Romance was in the air and for once, he didn't even care if nothing physical came of it besides some stolen kisses. He just wanted to spend some time with his fiance. It still felt weird to say it but it felt right at the same time. He couldn't remember a time when he felt this happy. It was like everything was finally coming together for him. But then, that had to be the time that things started falling to pieces. He was relaxing on the couch after getting the fire going, ready to sit back until she came when he heard a soft knock on the door. Assured of who it was, he got up leisurely with a smile on his face and went to the door, only to open it to an empty door frame. Puzzled, it didn't take him long to realize someone had brushed past him when he opened the door, someone with supernatural speed. Another vampire. He turned on a dime, looking around and trying to get a scent but when one finally did reach his nostrils, he didn't want to believe it at first. No, it couldn't be. But it was. He stood before Damon, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the fireplace crackling behind him. He could have been Damon's twin if not for his slightly shorter stouter form and his wavy brown hair. His twinkling forest green eyes glared at Damon, his muscled arms crossed in front of him as he tilted his head. "HELLO, BROTHER. LONG TIME, NO SEE." Damon snorted in response, running a hand through his hair as he started to make his way to the bottle of Bourbon he already had laid out on the coffee table. "I'LL SAY. YOU TELL ME TO FUCK OFF, THAT YOU NEVER WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN, AND THEN YOU MOSEY ON IN MY HOUSE WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A POSTCARD? I'M TOUCHED THAT YOU STILL FEEL WELCOME, STEFAN. TRULY TOUCHED." His voice was dry and bitter even to his own ears as he poured a glass and took a hardy swig before fixing his blazing blue gaze on his brother. Stefan merely chuckled and leaned against the red bricks of the fireplace. "YOU ALWAYS WERE A TERRIBLE HOST, DAMON. GUESS SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE." Now it was Damon's time to laugh a little, his mind already thinking up everything that had changed for him without Stefan in his life, always hounding him and making him feel inferior. "YOU'RE RIGHT. THAT MEANS THERE SHOULD BE NOTHING FOR YOU HERE. JUST A TERRIBLE BROTHER AND AN EMPTY NEST. YOU'D HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF BY JUST SKIPPING THE REUNION AND GOING STRAIGHT TO THE GOING AWAY PARTY." Stefan straightened and slowly moved toward Damon, his brows furrowing as he tried to read Damon. He was never good at that. "THERE'S SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME. WHAT IS IT? ENLIGHTEN ME. THERE'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU." Damon took another hearty swig, finishing his glass and pounding it down on the coffee table before he threw out his arms. "WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET, STEFAN. I'M STILL THE HEARTLESS MONSTER YOU KNOW AND DESPISE. YOU'RE ONLY SEEING YOUR OWN HOPES AND DREAMS REFLECTED BACK AT YOU. YOU KNOW I'M NEVER GOOD AT CHANGING." He was hoping somehow that if he got Stefan off his trail, he would be long gone by the time Isolt dropped by. Not that he was ashamed of her or anything. On the contrare, he would love to put it in Stefan's face that he found someone and he was actually in love again, this time forever. He was finally in love with someone who returned the affection. At the same time, he didn't want Stefan thinking he could stick around and suck up all the happiness. He didn't want to see Stefan looking at him with those sappy puppy dog eyes, saying he only wanted to see him happy while he kept reminding Damon of just how unhappy he was. Stefan could play the selfless brother role all he wanted but Damon knew better. While he was unhappy, he would drain Damon's happiness too, just for spite. Stefan was still trying to read him, his lips pulled into a scowl. He seemed like he was just about to call it quits when lo and behold, another knock on the door. And this time, Damon knew who it was. He groaned low in his throat as Stefan raced to the door, a charming smile already plastered on his face, the kind the women swoon over when they're not caught up in that dark brooding look he seemed to get down pat long before Damon was known as the lady's man. "WELL, HELLO THERE. WHO MIGHT YOU BE? I'M SORRY, WHERE ARE MY MANNERS? I'M STEFAN...DAMON'S BROTHER." He held out his hand to take hers, turning it over to kiss the back of her palm like a true gentleman as Damon stood stoic by the coffee table still, his body tense as he waited to see how Isolt would react. |
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