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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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;; the fantasy on your mind50.46.130.117Posted On April 20, 2016 at 9:05 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

After the rather eventful burning of the vampire's preferred establishment, Sebastian was left on the hunt for a new club to lure his victims from. The creature was surprisingly diligent with his search, entirely particular that his hunting grounds met his rather specific criteria and this was the third of such places he'd visited tonight alone. The vampire was positioned quite strategically at the bar of the club, his long, pale fingers thoughtfully circling the rim of his glass as his crystalline gaze swept over the congregation that surrounded him. He could feel no decisive territory that would thus take offense at his presence - there was no clan that had claimed this as their own. And yet, even with such knowledge, Sebastian wasn't entirely satisfied either. It was the music that disgruntled him. Of course, all such bars had their own music preferences but the beat was loud overhead, clearly far more encouraging of the swaying of bodies not terribly far from him. It was the kind of place that clearly inhibited those whispered conversations the vampire so particularly excelled at.

The sound of a voice to his right immediately pulled his attentions from his studious inspection of the bar, his cerulean gaze dropping towards her fingertips as the drummed on the bartop. "Hm?" He inquired, the word little more than a sound at the back of the Englishman's throat. She hardly seemed to need the encouragement, however, her fingertips already moving from the fake stone to his own cold hand. Instantly, Sebastian could feel the heat that radiated off of her, a kind of temperature that spoke well of her species, even if he didn't have his own rather adept instincts to rely upon. His eyebrow cocked upwards ever so slightly at her declaration, his gaze drifting towards her fair figure as if judging for himself whether or not she was as gorgeous as she had declared herself to be. In a way, though, physical beauty hardly mattered to the vampire as much as perhaps it should have. Rather, Sebastian had a particular 'type' persay. A preference. However, beggars surely could not be choosers and she had clearly approached for a reason. It would be a shame to disappoint her and her cocky demeanor.

A soft chuckle left his lips as the young woman declared that their beauty should clearly be admired by all who occupied the dancefloor and the club tonight. His own features surely amused by the girl's efforts to coax him into that mass of sweating bodies. It would be so easy for Sebastian to turn this night club upside down - to turn this dance into a different kind entirely. What was it with weres and dancing anyways? All the ones he'd met thus far had attempted to pull him in this very spot and all, had found quickly that his type of dancing was surely not what they had in mind. A small, soft smile crossed the man's features as he eyed the female in front of him, her quick repertoire finally giving pause for the man to interject his own comment. "I'm afraid I can't dance." He responded almost guiltily, finding that lying entirely was better off than explaining that he was particularly good at the waltz and the tango and the polka and any other coordinated variety that had long since lost its 'coolness'. Instead, Sebastian pulled his hand from her grasp, moving it down towards her waist as he pulled the girl closer towards her. "However, if being seen is all you care about, I am sure we can arrange some other activity." After all, Sebastian could coax the entire club onto their knees for him if he so wished it -- or maybe, this time, just her.



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