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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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you bring out my wild side97.85.195.48Posted On July 13, 2016 at 8:09 PM by Edith Graham


The young woman couldn’t help but find herself remarkably flustered by the way her body was pressed against the brick wall. Every touch of the vampire’s cold skin felt like fire in her veins, erupting her with this undeniable need for him. She was unaware of the vampire’s affinity, unaware that he was successfully manipulating her. Though, truly, there was little chance that the Were girl would have cared in the slightest. No, she was aware of what this was. It was a one night stand. A simple feel good for the night. They’d never see each other again, at least not on purpose. And as such, the girl found herself remarkably annoyed by the man’s desire to tease her. She wanted him, wanted that bite on her skin. He said it wouldn’t hurt, hadn’t he? It was that thought alone that had her exposing her neck to him, her voice a pleading ache for him to drink from her. The girl let out an audible whine when he told her no, not yet. “You know you wa—“

Edith’s voice was cut entirely short by the actions of her companion. She let out a breathy groan against him, head rolling back slightly as she allowed him to take her. It was remarkable, and she craved every aspect of it. It was only when the girl felt those sharp fangs sink into the skin of her neck did she go over the edge of that wave of pleasure he seemed determined to thrust upon her. Her fingers moved up, tangling in the back of his hair as she held him to her neck. Her breathing was ragged when they both pulled away. She knew he had worked to allow some healing on her neck, though it was fruitless. Of course her accelerated healing would be taking care of it, the bite marks likely gone before the sun would rise.

Edith didn’t bother with tugging him towards her, no. She tugged her clothing back to a proper covering. She busied herself with doing that, not bothering to look up at the man. After all, she’d gotten what she wanted. She had no desire to humor him with longing. It was only when the attraction she’d felt towards the man changed suddenly, feeling almost… awkward, did she look up. “I uh,” She reached up, raking a hand through her tangled hair. She couldn’t help the desire to bolt, to end the awkwardness of their encounter. “I hope your dinner was sufficient, Sebastian. Until we meet again.” It was an empty offer, of course, the girl merely turning on her heels to walk back down the alleyway, leaving the vampire to whatever activities he’d had planned for the evening.


Edith Graham