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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.

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.

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'.

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.

Because gentlemen aren't nice;

Posted on January 27, 2019 by Petra Ambrose
give me a little of your atropine

How the famished desperate woman clung to him so tightly as though he were the only thing the adhere to in order to anchor her into reality. How she could have been like a balloon drifting away lost to the atmosphere. Such a battle of emotions assaulted her, the whispering promise of death seeming to be her only solace. How much in this very moment she craved for that sweet release? He had no idea all the suffering she had to endure, she was lost out to sea with no life raft as the pelting waves threaten to sink her down into that dark suffocating abyss. Death seemed far less volatile. The sweet kiss of the true death would be a mercy for a monster like her. All that suffering she had inflicted, there was no way a creature like her could be saved. Could thrive in this world.

Petra could not help the way she recoils from him, his words strike her like a physical blow, following by that retaliatory hiss. How could he not offer her at least this? He was the one who frayed the fabric of her very being. How could he not allow her to rest for the mere reason that she is broken beyond any semblance of repair. He must see this. His strong merciful hands braced, successfully steadying her uneasy balance. If not for him, she nearly tumbles to the floor in a pitiful broken heap that would surely resemble that very woman's current mental state. "Would you not put down a suffering animal? Or merely watch it slowly die anyways?" Disgust fills her, did he not believe in mercy? Because that creature that was once incited fear and glorious in her havoc was nothing but a lowly suffering animal in this very moment.

Sometimes life was better when it was snuffed out and perhaps it was a fate, she had deserved all along. There was no way she could overcome this, no way she could live with herself, stand herself with these awful emotions. This existence was nothing, but a hellish torment forged specifically for her. There was no joy in this desperation. His clear bright eyes peer into her absent teal defeated eyes, his promises are like hollow shells that resemble hope, but they are as brittle as her own resolve.

But the broken vampire could hardly end her own life, she could not inflict that kind of end upon herself, as though her pride was simply too great and her need to survive would always surpass her own mind. It was a twisted cycle of mental anguish. Feelings, too many feelings, she loathed it and yet it consumes her all the same. "The things I've done.." Her pitiful voice quivers from the horror of it. Something close to guilt flashes within those lifeless depths, a spark of something so very unusual within her unique windows to her newfound soul.

That once notorious illusionist pries her gaze away as she attempts to explain. She suspected the male vampire never would, his mental views were on a whole other level in comparison to her own skewed beliefs. There would always be darkness within the illusionist and how she would forever hate herself for it, that itch to take what she clearly thought was hers for the taking. Being unable to, was like stuffing bird in a cage and calling it free! How was she to face a world when her very existence was squandered to ash. Her shoulders slumped in that conquered defeat, that same defeat she had once brought so many humans to the brink of. This man had no idea of all she had been through in life, he couldn't possibly understand. He couldn't possibly grasp how she had become what she was and now its very downfall. The look upon his face only suggests that truth that he would never understand, and that gaze soon falls away from him.

That clearing of his throat the vampire tried to lead that distraught vampire away from such a dismal topic, tried to coax her toward life. Away from the stable, was he worried she would harm the horse? That pretty horse with the symphonic heart? How could she do that? Her own mind was failing her, that once calculating mind that had once served her well was failing as she tried to understand his very motives.

The staving vampire woman seemed too exhausted to fight that soothing affinity Sebastion so effortlessly wielded. It seemed to clutch at her like a snug blanket, trying its best to placate the volatile creature. But truly, she no match in comparison to him now. Can he not see those trembling hands? Could he not feel the fragile sway of her body with his arm around her waist? It was the promise of being able to choose who she fed on that truly sparked something close to joy within her husk teal eyes. A fleeting hope she was happy to steal for even a moment if she could. He was like a peddler for hope and she hung off every word desperately. She tried, for now, if only for the reason that maybe she could return to what she was.

Maybe all she needed was to climb this mountain, maybe Sebastian could be the means to that end. Petra hardly knew. So she allows him to lead her out the stable and toward that gate she had easily bypassed earlier when she trespassed upon the other vampire's remarkable home. Those guards were so very useless if she could slip by them in her current state. Petra seemed almost too content to prattle on about her favored blood like it were an unreachable dream. How she craved that purity that she clearly lacked. Sebastian was quick to offer it to her as that distracting aroma assaults her then, how it threatens to draw her gaze back to where it came from. Why could they not go there? She seemed ever alert then, her body stiffened within his arms as she hesitates. Petra could hardly help that turn of her head, peering out into that sprawling driveway, drawing forth a breath to cling to a scent she could not quite grasp like trying to grab at mist.

How quick Sebastian was to usher out that soothing generous offering as if to keep her deterred and focused on something else. It wasn't like she was in a position to deny him, even though there was a small reluctance within her weakened body. But it didn't take long for that scent of living blood of one of the guards to ensnare her attention, she tips her head to the side in that eerie predatory way. Those unique two-toned eyes boring into him like she could see the very blood that surged within him. That voracious gaze was so very fixed, maybe he could do? It was like all that pickiness went out the window in an instant. How had she not noticed him before? Maybe it was that alluring scent that had triggered something more hungry within that woman. The guard averts her gaze as though he were slightly creeped out by her intense impeding stare.

Sebastian uttered something to those guards as though they protested him leaving alone, with her. How intriguing. "We could have avoided the guards.." she mutters quietly to him, remembering vaguely the way she got in.. "Do they fear I will harm you?" She inquired softly for Sebastian's ears alone, not quite understanding why they were so protective of the vampire. He was stronger than all of them combined. "They truly think they can protect you better than yourself?" She questions, her voice almost daring to let laughter in, if only she were not to weakened for it.

Regardless, the guards reluctantly allowed him to pass. They slid by the gate with nothing more than their worried glances as they ventured off into the dead of night, following the pathway of illumination of pale warm yellow artificial light. The light seemed blurry to her, haloing a fuzzy glow against those towering giant streetlamps overhead. But it was Sebastian's voice and his influence upon her that coaxes her attention back toward him and those words. It piques her interest, keeping the weak vampire focused on two tasks alone. The task for blood.. and a task to survive if only for this night. "Alright, show me this bookworm. I.. I trust you." That influence upon her had seemed to needle its way within her pores, how peace seemed to wash over her at that moment. A calm soothing whoosh lulls her like a baby with a mother's lullaby as she leans into his leading grasp, giving into that hold he had onto her. "Tell me of this shopkeeper, are they human?" Oh she sincerely hoped they were.

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