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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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    Iórkæll Dværg

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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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bite me12.231.36.2Posted On January 02, 2015 at 4:10 PM by Erik Tolgan



I don't know what brings me to this bar tonight but something about the smoky atmosphere is comforting in the afterthought that I was miserably failing in tracking tonight. I though I caught a whiff of his undeniable scent tonight while I was walking through the park and immediately my revenge flurry kicked in. I followed it all the way to a house and for a solid minute, I thought I tasted success, finality, the end of this 50 year stretch of dread. I thought I could at last lay the memories to rest of my precious Alice, the prodigy who was with me for almost 300 years, the one who understood me almost better than anyone. Not better than Taru, but it was a close second. She was my best friend, lover, my closest confidante. I could trust her with anything and he took her from me, that motherfucking hunter. Now I hunt him until he breathes no more.

It was an easy goal when I first decided on it 50 years ago. Find the hunter, torture the hunter, kill the hunter. Make him pay. But he's been a hard one to keep track of, always seeming to be ten steps ahead of me. I could smell him in every town I visited but he had always already moved on to the next town. And in his wake, he left nothing but ash. He killed vampires and weres alike, every a few faeries who took his fancy. There was no routine to his killings, merely random acts of violence which makes me think he enjoys their pain. But I could care less about that. I only care that he goes six feet under just like she did, that he tastes the true death just as Alice did.

But tonight I had failed miserably for he was not in that house. There was naught but a drunken human beating his wife. I stopped him of course, I'm not completely heartless. I pulled out hsi jugular with my teeth and the wife screamed and so I left him draining on her floor, her mess to clean up; but at least she wouldn't wear his bruises anymore. A small price to pay, if you ask me.

And now I seek solace in a few drinks and maybe some meaningless company. That always seems to help. I cleaned up in the hotel room and headed to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows. And now I find myself sitting at a table, savoring the taste of my Dead Man Walking while I check out the flmaing red hair of a witch. It's obvious for all to see who are actually looking. The power emanates off of her like electricity but instead of feeling fear in its presence, I feel only intrigue. I listen to her thick accent as she talks to the bartender. He's leaning on her every word, eating up that Russian accent like the sad sad puppy that he is. Finally I can't take it anymore. I down the rest of my drink and walk over, leaning across the bar beside her as I meet the man's gaze with my own bright blues.

"Take a hike."

He seems to get the picture, looking me up and down before deciding he's not game and he walks away in a huff, to which I turn my gaze on the witch, my expression sly now.

"On , kak bezvol'no , kak staryy pes , ya vam obeshchayu."
(He's as limp as an old dog, I promise you)

I speak smooth Russian tongue, giving her a playful wink at the end.


Erik Tolgan
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