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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.
My Own Form Of CHAOS
Posted on April 06, 2015 by Damon
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The woman trips while running through the woods and I almost come upon her then and end it but I hold myself back, my fangs almost painful at this point from the hunger in my veins as her fear seeps off her in waves. She's downright terrified, that feeling you get right before you die because you know there's no way out, no escape. And yet still she fights. What an intriguing creature, but not intriguing enough to save her life. I continue to chase her after she gets back up, weeping and sobbing out loud. She screams at the top of her lungs but there's no one here to hear her, not until she gets into the residential area. I know I should probably end her now before she calls too much attention and I have to let her go. I didn't come all this way just to let my meal get away. But where's the fun in ending it now? And so I risk it, letting her run down the sidewalk, looking for a person to catch or a door to knock on. When I see the smaller shadow up ahead, I wonder why a child would be out and it doesn't click in my head until I catch a whiff of her scent. Vampire. A part of me wants to break the woman's neck so she can't have her but I must admit my curiosity gets the better of me. I rarely run into children vampires. There's not many left in this world because most of them can't control their hunger early on. They throw a temper tantrum and take out whole towns until hunters come in and jump them in groups. They don't know how to be discreet, how to hide what they are. All they know is the hunger and everything's still a game. So when I see the blonde curls and the bright blue eyes, I only wonder how she'll act with the human, how she'll play this game. The woman stops before her, telling her she shouldn't be out and she reaches out to take her hand but then the girl's fangs come out and the woman's body stiffens. I can't see her expression from behind but I can only guess she's absolutely terrified. Who would think of a child vampire? Some would say they're the most terrifying of all. I slow my pace to a walk now, putting my hands in my pocket, looking every bit the casual walker as I come toward them, knowing it'll be too late by the time I get there. Just on time, the girl yanks the woman down to her level, asking her if she wants to play before she glances up, noticing me for the first time. I stop a few feet from her, noting the flicker of irritation in her eyes. Crouching down on the heels of my feet, I tilt my head at her question, offering her a smirk of sorts as my blue gray eyes twinkle. "To play, of course." I turn my gaze to the woman who's merely staring at both of us in horror. I speak in her in a silky voice, my eyes glimmering as my persuasive powers take hold. "Tell the good girl you want to play too." The woman's gaze goes dull and lifeless as she stares into my eyes before she slowly turns her head to look up at the blonde child, her voice dreamlike. "I want to play too." |
Replies
- Ashes to ashes we all fall down - By Anna-Marie Belrose on April 11, 2015 at 10:53 PM
- My Own Form Of CHAOS - By Damon on May 08, 2015 at 8:00 PM