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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

My own form of CHAOS


Posted on February 25, 2022 by Damon
Residences


There were no words for how helpless the immortal felt to see his beloved drift through day after day. She wasn't living. She was barely undead, a shell of a creature. Damon didn't see how he was going to get Isolt through this. In the moments before she turned that doorknob, he almost knew peace again, seeing the anticipated relief on her porcelain features, still so flawless in his eyes. It was the first time since the hospital that he'd seen anything resembling happiness on Isolt's lovely face and for a moment in time he wanted to bottle up that expression and keep it forever. But then the panic set in and he knew he was about to lose the only thing he'd ever die for in his existence. And so, the vampire man set into motion, flying as his life depended on it to clam the doors back closed and pull her to him, his depressed husk of a wife. He clung to her like a child to their favorite toy, collapsing to his knees as the strength left his body, knowing what almost happened.

Yet even as he looked back up to meet her crystalline eyes, Damon's heart broke at the lack of recognition in their sunken depths. Before his fingers even reached for the steel band, he had already made his mind on what he needed to do. And he wouldn't hesitate, this selfish monster of a man who had always put himself first. No, Damon was but a broken romeo, fated to join his beloved in the grave. If she wanted to go, then he would go with her. It was only right. But as the ring hit the floor, his angelic lover spoke for the first time in a long time. He merely blinked in disbelief as she folded to her own knees before him, wiping at his tears before confessing her love. The vampire's desperate gaze never left Isolt's as she reached down to grasp the ring and bring it back to his upturned hand. As she closed his fingers around the cold steel, she pleaded with him in words he didn't recognize. Isolt urged him to understand but he only searched her breathtaking features in further confusion. How could she not see that by leaving herself, she was taking all the very best parts of himself with her? Did she not see that he lived for her now? That his mere existence was only at her behest? How could she not see it? How could she ask him to go on without her? It made no sense to him.

And like a light bulb in his head, Damon came up with a plan. A treacherous plan, selfish, but in this moment all he could see was that he was losing her all over again. The decision was final in his lover's eyes as she went to move to her feet. A breath left the vampire man's body as he reached for her, grasping her slender arms to pull her back down to his eye level. His jaw clenched with the words he was about to omit but his cerulean gaze grew hard and firm, telling himself it must be done. The moment her gaze was caught, he pushed past however confused or even hurt she must look, telling himself it would all be over in a minute. The words poured from his desperate lips as he urged with every fiber of his being for his powers to work at full speed, for this couldn't go any other way in his eyes. "My dearest Isolt, I beg you to understand. You do not wish to die, for you still have so much left to do on this earth. Your heart is not broken, for I am here to hold it together with every ounce of willpower in my body. You became ill, a rare virus that preys on vampires, but you are in recovery and beautifully on the mend. Your body may feel different, side effects of the virus. You..."

And here, his voice broke a little, but his eye contact never did. Forcing himself through it, the man swallowed and continued his plea, knowing he would hate himself for this later, but it had to be done. "You were never pregnant, just an innocent farce to explain the changes in your body brought on by the virus, which was an effect of the coven's spell. While you were upset at first to find out you couldn't get pregnant, it passed to relief to know the virus wasn't fatal. You don't remember the hospital or anything after that day, because you passed out when the virus took a toll on your body and have been in and out of consciousness ever since." His chest felt tight, his breathing ragged, even for an immortal who had no use for breath. Yet he felt that self loathing like a giant lump in his throat, threatening to suffocate him for his lies. He searched Isolt's expression, waiting for a reaction, a change, anything to show his success or failure in this last-resort endeavor.

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