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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

just another night to kill


Posted on February 20, 2017 by Troy Marks
Residences


He did feel this unnatural pull toward Amelia. Before he tried to keep it friendly because of Samantha but things were changing and he could feel it. Samantha hadn't been around and he could feel her absence like a nasty splinter in his side. He didn't know what had happened or why she was suddenly gone but he knew it wasn't his business to question it. Perhaps that would be something to question Dorian on the next time he saw the other fae. He wasn't a womanizer, at least not the normal definition. He didn't try to have more than one girl on his arm at a time and he was completely honest with any woman who even attempted to get intimate with him. He never wanted to be that guy, you know, the one who says he'll call and then doesn't and you feel your heart getting ripped from your chest. The guy who promises it's forever and then you catch him whispering the same words in some other girl's ear a week later. He refused to be that guy. So he'd tried to keep things simple between Amelia and himself. He could tell that she wasn't looking for anything serious and he was sure she would say something if that changed but his own inclinations toward her were changing a little too.

She was a beautiful creature both inside and out and while he still loathed vampires as a general rule for what they'd put his family through, he wasn't going to blame any of that on her. She was different; he just knew it. Maybe they could play at this whole friends with benefits thing and just see where it goes. No strings, no rules, just fun until someone wants more or wants less. He knew he would never have the urge to turn her away. Not just because he's a guy and has urges but because she was slowly but surely becoming something important to him, someone that mattered more than just a friend you see on the street and wave hi to. He had to fight the inclination to run like he liked to do when things got too close, too attached. He had been burned not once but twice by letting someone in. Both times they were family, blood, which only made it worse in his opinion. First, his dad left them to find for themselves, said it was for their own good. Then Sammy left him as well. So now he was on his own and he didn't like that abandoned feeling. He didn't want to repeat it again.

He was relaxing right into the foot massage when he brought up feeling inferior but he didn't really expect her to react to it like she did. Maybe it was only half joking but he figured she would take it as a joke and leave it at that, not question his true feelings on the matter. She laughed and asked if that's how he felt and he shrugged his shoulders.

"WELL, THINK ABOUT IT. YOU HAVE EXTREME STRENGTH, SPEED, HEARING, YOU NAME IT. YOU HAVE THIS NATURAL LURE THAT PULLS HUMANS IN LIKE A MAGNET. I, ON THE OTHER HAND....HAVE IMMORTAL BEAUTY AND SPARKLY WINGS."

His eyes gleamed teasingly when he called himself beautiful, sure that she would enjoy his arrogant humor before he picked at himself about the wings. He knew what others thought of him when they saw his wings. Some might call them magical or something to be proud of. After all, not many fairies had wings now a days. Too much inbreeding and darkness took it out of the lineage. But his bloodlines remained pure and so he got the family power and got called "fairy boy" for his troubles. He turned the subject over to her past, knowing that it wasn't going to keep the atmosphere as light in here as he would prefer but he was sure he would be able to steer it back around to something better in time. He just needed to get her through this rough patch first. He hated to see a woman cry but he refused to leave a woman crying if there was something he could do about it. Sometimes just being there could be a comfort so even if it put him in an uncomfortable position, he would always sacrifice pride for a woman's emotions. Maybe that made him weak in some cultures but damn it, he'd live up to his "fairy boy" name if it killed him.

He smiled softly when she called it a flaw and shook his head.

"I WOULDN'T, BELIEVE ME. I'VE BEEN AROUND WOMEN THAT CRY OVER A BOUQUET OF WILDFLOWERS AND CALL IT HAPPY TEARS. NOTHING MAKES MY EYE TWITCH MORE THAN HAPPY TEARS."

And he was actually being a little serious on that one. He'd been with some pretty emotional women in his day. And emotional men too, now that he thought about it. He could tell she was really enjoying the massage as he worked up her legs, working gingerly around the scar he could feel with his fingertips, the place where the arrow got her. He scowled a little in thought as he massaged over it, hoping it wasn't still bothering her. Then she was scolding him, telling him to eat and he paused, raising a brow at her and thinking about arguing but that was before she handed him a burger and pulled herself up behind him. Her legs went around his waist and he felt his body tighten automatically. What? He's still a guy after all and suddenly her smooth sexy legs were all too close and comfortable in his lap. He cleared his throat and tried to ignore the slow tightening of his pants as he dutifully unwrapped the burger and took a big bite to distract himself.

"MM, THIS IS HEAVEN RIGHT HERE. NEVER THOUGHT MY FANTASY OF EATING CHEESEBURGERS WHILE A SEXY GIRL STRADDLES ME FROM BEHIND WOULD COME TRUE BUT HERE IT IS. WISH GRANTED."

He smirked to himself as he finished chewing the bite. And then her hands went to his shoulders and he groaned for a new reason now. Now THAT felt amazing. He felt his muscles loosen under her grip, even though there was nothing he could do about the muscles further down. He closed his eyes and savored the massage, especially when he felt the coolness of her lips on his skin. He shifted a little, a deeper groan escaping his lips as he rolled his neck to give her more access.

"YOU KNOW, YOU ARE COMPLETELY WELCOME TO REMOVE ANY ARTICLE OF CLOTHING THAT MAY BE GETTING IN THE WAY OF THIS HEAVENLY MASSAGE. WOULDN'T WANT TO MAKE IT HARDER ON YOU. SEE WHAT I DID THERE?"

His eyes twinkled with humor at his own perverted joke, chuckling under his breath even as her hands moved exquisitely across his muscles. This was going to be a long day of self control, he could tell already.


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