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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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;; my heart will never break & strings will never get attached50.125.75.225Posted On March 11, 2016 at 6:44 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better

The wind howled through the streets of the budding metropolis, telling of a storm on the horizon. The air was thick with the anticipation and yet, despite the poor weather the atmosphere foretold, one particular Victorian vampire still had every intent on ensuring the abhorrent weather still worked within his favor. After all, it was nights like these the mortals preferred the indoors and the appreciable opulence of his designated home surely would have been coaxing enough for any soul he chose tonight to warm his bed. The man glanced briefly over the inhabitants of the bars and taverns as he passed them, his crystalline gaze glancing over each and every one with disinterest. Lately, his heart simply hadn't been in his usual game and it certainly showed - well, at least to him. A soft breath left his lips as Sebastian approached one of his usual taverns, pausing in front of the tinted glass only to reach up and flick up the collar of his elongated trench coat against the wind. The temperature was hardly helping his icicle skin, though it hardly even mattered to begin with - it wasn't as if he could feel it in the first place.

He was contemplating this very conundrum as an idle distraction when his bright blue eyes fell upon a rather familiar sight. It took him a moment to place her, after all, many had come and gone since that October masquerade. Still, he could recall that southern bell decked out in that tightly fitted corset that had, at the moment, been quite the distraction. It was nearly a shame now that it would be improper to don such a similar garment. For a long moment, the vampiric man simply watched her. He watched the way her blonde locks curled ever so delicately around her fingertips, her intense stare roving over the patrons in a fashion he had moments ago eyed them. It was that distinct look of a predator. After all, Sebastian had remembered the woman as quite an intoxicating creature. it was a shame their evening had been cut off so early by their hosts annoyance at his party guests. They had held such potential too. Perhaps this was an opportunity to pick up where they had left off - to make good on the imaginable magnetism the duo might have engaged within beneath satin sheets. At the very least, she would prove entertaining.

Sebastian pushed himself away from the edge of the building where he'd taken up his sentry position. His footsteps were quiet despite the cobblestone beneath them. After all, the man was fully capable of being the predator he was when it so suited him. He moved closer towards the woman, fully expecting for her own senses to kick in with each step. Nevertheless, Sebastian paused behind her, a small simper crossing his masculine features. "Ah, if isn't the infamous Captain Carolina." He commented, his baritone syllables still accented with that English heritage. "And here I was heartbroken that our last dance was cut off so short." Sebastian continued, a quite clear hint of dramatics to his voice. After all, it wasn't as if the man often let his thoughts linger upon his conquests or could-have-beens. It hardly would have been beneficial to him in the least but, he had little misgivings in letting the woman think otherwise if it so suited her.



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