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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
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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.

It's me against the devil tonight;

Posted on May 29, 2019 by Brennan O'Connell
all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost

How blissfully unaware the men in the room were of Serafina's advances upon the king beneath that dining table, well, except for Dorian. Brennan's gaze seemed to watch Dorian who as far as he was concerned was acting rather bizarrely. Maybe this was just how he was in front of company. How very different a man he was now in comparison the one the warlock met at that pub. Which was perhaps why Brennan eyes him near suspiciously as he attempted desperately to understand the vibrant blush to the Italian king's cheeks. Perhaps it was the vampire's doing, the man who seemed entirely willing to send both witch and warlock home the moment they set foot in the mansion. Why, Brennan would hardly understand. Maybe this was how rulers were. The Irish man could hardly imagine how King's or princes even acted anyways. Which was probably why the biggest concern in that room was his own jealousy and the mastering of the cake fork which would certainly forever be the bane of his existence. Which was probably why he had abandoned his partially eaten cupcake with a great reluctance.

Brennan almost nearly tuned out of that conversation Serafina concocted about the garden just outside, acting like a woman completely enamored. If only he knew it wasn't just about that garden, if at all. She was like a person he hardly recognized when she seemed SO very into the king sitting across from her while Brennan eyed Sebastian whom was a man of very few words it would seem. How the warlock cared so little for gardening, his green thumb all but nonexistent. It was then when Dorian caused his tea cup shake, nearly spilling all of the contents of it within that cup onto his lap and the tabletop Brennan couldn't help but draw his attention back to the duo. The warlock soon brought his own dainty little cup to his lips, blatantly staring at just how tiny those cups were. That porcelain dishware containing only a few mouthfuls of tea, it hardly made any sense at all. This small talk was nothing short of boring, and even the king of Italy felt it. Brennan so called out his witch who was in turn acting so very different than he had ever seen her before. She was up to something she had to be. Serafina recovered with ease, but it did not subside his own suspicion. "Sorry Serafina.. I don't buy it.. Plants do it just about as much as a the sea does it for an elephant.." He teased, casting her a sideways look.

The irish warlock hardly made it a surprise how badly he was relying on that book, as though this was his only remaining hope left. It was true, he was running out of options, meeting dead end after dead end. There was a flicker of a fleeting desperation within the man's eyes before Dorian questioned him about those demons. "No.. I am afraid they've been seen by others. I am surprised they haven't caused more of a panic than they have. I am sure the hunter's are having a field day trying to figure out why these beasties are running amuck their city."

Another question about a weapon seemed to cause the Irish warlock to perk up, his hand once more returning to his suffocating tie. "I think most sharp things work... bullets not so much. The key thing.. when slaying a demon... it is much like... killing a..."vampire... he looked to the already perturbed vampire at the table, before thinking against finishing that sentence. "Uhh.. decapitation and removing of the heart... the second is far more effective. What of this weapon though?" He could hardly hide the curiosity.

"Why are you so obsessed over his plants Sera.. they are just plants.. you can find them anywhere." His gaze shifted to Serafina, his eyes widened. She was FLIRTING. He recognized that look, the subtle way she enhanced her chest. She had once done that same move to him, once upon a time! He then allowed his gaze to lower, noticing her hand had disappeared underneath the table. Was she touching the king under the table. How that jealous so rose within him them, a sudden frown deeply marring his brow. He jabbed her none too subtle upon her leg as if trying to break up this ridiculousness. No wonder why Dorian was acting so peculiarly. "Right.. Serafina? You do not wish to put out the king and his husband... anymore than we have.." That insinuation was clearly evident within his voice. Bringing the woman had been a mistake, it was already backfiring in more ways than one. He had wished to show her a good time and bring her affections back onto him... not have her obsess over the king of Italy. He should have known better. He slid his hand under the table to squeeze her knee, as if to distract the one track mind witch.

Without missing much of a beat, Brennan nodded at the direction of the vampire then, at the mention of making sure he kept that city safe. A promise like that was hardly fair to agree to. "I will do my best..." Just what that actually entailed seemed just as obscure as keeping that city 'safe'. It was hardly Brennan's intention to allow the city to fall into ruin and yet was is it his job to protect it? He wouldn't intentional bring it, no he wasn't a demon. He was only one mere warlock, a pretty shoddy one at that too. He could tell the dark-haired vampire hardly seemed to hide the fact that he did not like the presence of the witch and warlock at his table. That grumpy expression and curt responses made that infinitely clear. In fact, it was quite intimidating. How was Serafina so unaffected by this? Did she simply not care?

Brennan revealed the mark to the table allowing everyone present a good look. Afterall, how many times did you have the chance at seeing a demon mark. It was certainly nothing to brag about he was sure and yet... at least Dorian deserved to see just an innocent glimmer at what the warlock was up against. To see a mark of a man cursed. After displaying that rather angry mark branded deeply within his skin like he was nothing more than cattle. The mark of demon ownership. It was Serafina's question that had him nodding before adding the singular word. "Aye, Lass." He attempted to loosen his tie again as Serafina brazenly snatched it, drawing the warlock's gaze to her. "You were too busy with your hunter... besides I had things under control. You don't need to be more wrapped up in this mess than you already are. I would hate to ruin your perfect little life." It would seem those wounds still weren't healed. Alright, maybe there was a little bit of bitterness to his voice.. bitterness and a touch of jealousy entwined. "Maybe if you came by the docks, I would have shown you." He added with that up to no good grin his lips shaped into. He would never turn down a moment alone with the captivating witch. Her exploratory hands seemed to trace over that very mark and even that idle gesture alone still prompted a sense of longing within him. The irish warlock allowed his silvery blue eyes brush over her worried face! Worry! For him. He knew she still felt something.

"Of course it doesn't, Barnabus a hellhound, not a demon, there is a difference." Brennan corrected Serafina, shooting her a pointed look. "He would be offended you thought so little of him." he scoffed.

It was then that Dorian spoke, Charles returning with a massive ancient book, hell he was surprised it wasn't falling apart at the seams, it was that old. Perhaps magic alone was what kept it together, the warlock swore he could feel magic crackling from the book itself. Brennan's entire attention was honed upon that book, missing that flash of fangs Sebastian had offered it; all while the warlock saw was a lifeline, hope when there was none. Could he be the only many to outrun the devil himself? However, he hardly allows himself to get lost in that thrall, his eyes darken with possibilities whirring near wildly. For a moment he was entirely unaware of even Serafina's touch, well more like molestation of that angry mark singed within his flesh. His free hand caressed the surface of that hefty book when placed upon a free spot on that white linen. "I don't know what's inside of it.. but it seems like the exact thing that I may need. Thank you... Dorian... err... your highness. If not.. this might be the last time you see this particular Irish warlock." He flashed the tension filled room with that roguish grin of his. He was not good at this.. Hell he hardly knew how to use the correct fork let alone address a king. How the Irish man preferred when things were less complicated... considering how complex his own situation was it was almost laughable. Yet as his silvery eyes met Dorian, they held a sense of gratitude. "Aye, Dorian you are quite a topper." His irish brogue rang clear when suddenly something unexpectedly happened and that mark upon his left arm began to glow.. fiercely! It almost hurt his eyes, that blinding blue white light. "Be dog wide." Be extra vigilant. His uttered that irish slang falling from his lips before he was at his feet, facing some threat that could not yet be seen. So much for keeping this off their doorstep. That already grumpy Englishman was sure to dislike him evermore after this, he was after all, none to aware the way his gaze practically darkened in a way that nearly disturbed the warlock. If he hadn't dealt with scarier monsters, Brennan would have almost been... terrified of the vampire.. But for now, it would seem they had bigger problems.

Brennan O'Connell