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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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Ain't life just awful strange192.206.23.249Posted On January 31, 2018 at 11:46 AM by Gia Jones

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



William's presence did help to calm her nerves, even if it was only temporary. She was vulnerable just sitting here, pretending to be someone else, when there was a horde of vampires and their minions wandering the streets of this exclusive neighborhood with the intention of putting her head on a stake. And Buffy didn't have a plan beyond what was happening now -- a poor attempt at a makeshift persona, one that wasn't going to fool even the most ignorant of imbeciles for too long. She needed an exit strategy, and she needed one stat.

William continues on, and Buffy winces once when he refers to her as "Jane." But still, she forces another tight-lipped smile as he rambles on about Britain and Paris, reminding her yet again why she doesn't take on these kinds of assignments. Though kind and seemingly harmless, this man couldn't be more out of touch with what was happening all around them, in the shadows and the bowels of the very city they were living in. For a while, Buffy found pride in embracing her gift. It made her feel like she was making a difference in the world, by stalking the gruesome and the undead at the midnight hour. But the more "normies" (a hardly endearing term she came up with for humans and the blissfully unaware) she met, especially the rich ones, the less proud she felt. She was risking her own life to make the streets of Sacrosanct safe. For what, this guy? She frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from her face.

Still, hunting vampires paid the bills.

The man moves on to talk casually about his suit and hat, but Buffy isn't listening anymore. Her expression has gone flat, she's no longer feigning this half-interest in what he has to say. She lets out a heaving sigh before standing, her stance shaky as she tries to find balance on the stiletto heels, and takes a few steps to close the distance between their bodies. Buffy clasps one hand over his shoulder and grips him with purpose. With her unnatural strength, she could rip the door from the hinges in the blink of an eye. Or carry that old, heavy mahogany desk over head her in just the palm of one hand. But here, she attempts to grip William just tightly enough so he knows she means business. The lean, disheveled dark hunter then leans in close to him, pressing her lips softly to his ear. "Listen William, I need your help. But it's not safe." She whispers quickly. She can feel his body trying to pivot, so she attempts to strengthen her grip and says, "Don't look at the door. And no -- don't look back at the desk."

"There are some men outside who are after me." She admits quietly, her deep, brown-eyed gaze looking straight out at the sitting area over William's shoulder and behind his back. "I have a back pack stashed in the bushes across the street. Could you help me retrieve it? I would go outside myself, but you see, they'll kill me if they find me." She rattles off quickly. Just a little bit of the Jane character oozes out in this last bit, in an attempt to keep this stranger hooked. "Can I count on you, William, to bring it to me? Then I'll be out of your hair for good, I promise."

GIA BUFFY JONES



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