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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

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    The VooDoo Room

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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

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bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?166.137.143.96Posted On February 11, 2018 at 8:57 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Miya was entirely unaware by the way Dareios struggled with those more animalistic urges, the woman utterly naive in any sense. She did not know the tell-tale signs of someone hitting on her, of someone taking advantage of her; all these things the woman needed to learn and yet, she hadn’t. Not yet at least. Drinking so completely new to the Asian woman she never realized that she could be taken advantage of that way, the woman expecting she was the same person sober as she was drunk. Yet, there those naive thoughts go again. Miya’s chocolate eyes flit back to Dareios, that genuine smile so adorning her delicate features as she watches him finish that glass of wine, hardly realizing he had nearly made it through an entire bottle, the man having held himself together nicely.

That teasing comment has Miya blinking at him, fear briefly coursing through her as she transported back to that night in the park. She had only been spared by that vampire attack simply because Alexander had come to her rescue. Even the thought of her roommate made her feel uncomfortable as she thinks back to the temper he so lost with her, she never thought she would become afraid of Arlo and yet, here she was… avoiding him at all costs. A shudder races through her but she puts on that brave face and attempts to hide it with a faint smile, “I suppose you’re right,” she says, though her words lack that enthusiasm that had so adorned her conversation. Its then that the bartender retrieves another bottle and returns to the counter replacing it with a full one, the woman going so far as to top off the wine Miya was drinking.

Smiling, she gives the woman a nod of appreciation as she raises that glass to her lips, finding she much rather enjoyed the wine than she did the beer. When she questions him, she’s surprised to see that he’s apologizing to her, the woman blinking at him with curiosity before a bright smile breaks out across her lips, “I’m enjoying your company too,” she says, taking another sip of the wine before carefully dangling it in her slender fingers, “You have nothing to apologize for, by the way. I’m sure you have a ton of stuff on your mind… you know, with running a city and all,” she teases him playfully, already feeling that delicious warmth coursing through her from the wine. Part of her told her to stop drinking but it felt so good. “If you do want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Maybe I can help you take the edge off?” She suggests, not realizing it might’ve sounded dirty, though she was far to innocent to suggest such things.

As he comments on hoping she likes the wine, she beams at him, taking another drink to prove her point, “Honestly, I think its delicious. Way better than that nasty beer I had a few nights ago,” she wrinkles her nose in distaste at the memory. “This kind of smells like bread though,” she states, sniffing at the red liquid in the glass before she downs that glass, her cheeks already flushed from the alcohol. “Do you mind?” She asks before reaching for the bottle and pouring herself another glass, a genuinely happy smile adorning her lips the entire time. “Why is it that alcohol tastes so much better after you’ve had a drink?” She asks casually before lifting that glass to her lips and sipping at it a bit more slowly this time, savoring the components in the wine. Giggling to herself, her chocolate eyes dart of to Dareios as he asks what brought her out. “For your information Mr. Mayor,” she drawls out happily, “I’m rather enjoying myself, I don’t know about you but I don’t have very many friends,” she grins at him, “Actually, I was looking for a small diner around here, I ate there a couple nights ago but for the life of me I can’t remember the name or where it was,” she frowns then, setting her glass down as she racks her brain once more.

“I was celebrating my completion of my exams and wanted to treat myself, I hadn’t meant to stay out past dark and it was cold outside. So, I came in here to ask the bartender if they knew the diner I was talking about. Unfortunately, they didn’t but that’s when I stumbled on you,” she giggles, pointing her finger at him meaning to just point at him and yet… that alcohol coursing through her managed to through her depth perception off and she’s leaning forward and poking him in the chest. Surprise colors her face for the briefest of moments, “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to actually poke you!” She exclaims before falling into a fit of giggles. “I don’t drink much,” she admits, her cheeks red from the wine as she recovers from her laughter, chocolate eyes blinking up at the man. “I also don’t like being out after dark anymore, not after that run in with that vampire,” she sighs before taking a large drink from the glass of wine. “If I’m being honest, I’m hiding in the bar debating if I have enough money to take a taxi home,” she says honestly though that fear is absent with that alcohol racing through her veins. “Enough about me though, tell me something about yourself. I mean, I know you like donuts,” she grins at him playfully, remembering their first run in all those months ago.

Miyako Aiken



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