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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.

I never wanted to be more than I could be;

Posted on September 23, 2019 by Adrien Westward
Another night in this carnival of souls

The green eyed man's hesitation made complete sense, Adrien remembered what it was like waking up from that slumber after being turned. You always remember that day.. no matter how much time had passed. Even though it was nothing but a distant memory now, the time before his own turning had been another life. His choice to become a hunter was a deliberate one, one he actively seeked out. He wanted to stand for something.. to perhaps, save a family much like his own from the same ruin. He might as well have lost his sister too... the woman choosing to run with monsters. He had truthfully... never fully forgave her, even if she was so foolishly unaware. It was hardly fair to hold such resentment but he could barely look upon her face without seeing betrayal somehow. And now.. somehow.. yet another vampire knew her goddamn name.. For fucks sake Harley...A frown etched upon his forehead at the very thought. Maybe he shouldn't mettle this time. In truth, the hunter thought his sister merely brought it upon herself. You can't pick your family, he thought bitterly as he stood over the stove, steadily stirring that stir fry until completion. Yet, for now the disappointing thoughts of his own sister pushed from his mind entirely. After all, the man he had made now stood before him, the realization not yet fully sinking in.

He knew the promise of food and a drink would surely lure the man to that dining table, he must have been starving. For a moment they merely... stared at one another in sea of unspoken words and awkwardness. No one ever told him how strange this was going to feel and yet... that obligation remained all the same. There was no rule book for this sort of thing, at least one he was aware of, not that he would have read the fine detail. Maybe the council had... something. Him and the council had a bit of a shaky relationship. Adrien possessing no desire to mend it. He did things his way.. even if it was a much harder way. He made it serve him and the pay was certainly too good to pass up. He did have bills to pay after all.

At the very least, Adrien was able to coax some sort of snort from the man, that choice of humour perhaps a little dark.... And still raw...considering his still recent attack. It caused the man to touch the bandage around his neck as if reliving that memory. "You can take that off when you want to.. its probably healed enough now that you don't need it." He gestured to the opened seat across from him, his shadowy purple eyes studying him closely. It was hard to imagine that he was the same man who was mauled to but a millimeter of his life. And here he was, standing before him, very much alive in the dining area of that small bachelor pad he kept in the city on those nights he couldn't return home. Finally, it was like something clicked and the emerald eyed man closed the distance, sinking into the dark wooden chair.

Adrien allowed the quietness to overtake them for a moment before finally asking how he felt. A sound question in which he was sure. "Well, Alistair, it will get better once you eat something. You lost a lot of blood.. even rapid healing needs a boost sometimes.." If you put nothing in.. you get nothing in return. He near recited the words of his high school football coach in his mind, even to this day. How odd the things that chose to stick with you. Slowly, Alistar began to warm up a little bit, that admittance that he felt a bit of a sensory overload was hardly surprising... just as the way he chugged that bottle of Gatorade.. Good, he needed the electrolytes, and Gatorade was all he had on hand here. It was better than nothing and would have to do for now.

It was remarkable to see that healing at work, to see the mauled man, hanging on by nearly an inch of his life, walking around.... Talking... drinking. Even he still couldn't get used to that. A perk of being a hunter if you will. Even after years of this life, he found the pros certainly outweighed the cons.

"You are not crazy.. it will feel like that for a little while.. You get used to it though..." Adrien finally admitted before Alistar suddenly being self-conscious.

"You need it.. you might not feel hungry yet.. but I promise you.. you will. Go on eat some food and we will talk some more.. I will admit... This is a little... strange for me.. so bear with me." He paused, contemplating something for a moment before continuing, leaning back into his chair as he took a mouthful off food.
"Is there anything you... uhh.. want to know? Other than.. you now.. will never age... you can take on a vampire.. Although I wouldn't recommend that without some training in weapons and basic combat.. Just because your immortal.. doesn't mean you can't still be an idiot and get yourself killed." How he wished someone had given him that advice. The hunter who trained him certainly believed in teaching lessons the hard way.

"I know.. you just woke up and all, but you need to tell me anything you can remember anything about that undead leach.. he knew... my sister's name.. I need to know why.. god fucking knows what pile of shit she's gotten into this time." He groaned... apparently he still cared even despite it all.

"Look I am going to break this down for you.. you are a what you choose to do with it.. is up to you.. but there are some things you need to learn.. because you are not the same anymore... you aren't safe just to go back to your normal life without learning how to control... who and what you are capable of now. But let's put it this way... one way or another.. the hunter in you is bound to manifest, and the desire and the need to put an end to these creatures... will always be with you." Whether it was a blessing or a curse, was certainly up to him.. He could make of it what he wanted. Adrien's shadowy purple eyes raised to meet the man's own... he seemed... attractive enough to have womanly experience. Maybe he was gay? He certainly had that pretty boy look.... Who knew anymore? He paused, considering a question that had burned in his mind. The face of a certain fae refusing to leave him, even now.

After some time... he finally spoke. "I know this.. is a little random... but I have to ask you a question... what does these little heart things mean? I can't seem to figure it out... women put hearts on everything right? Or do you think I have a shot?" He slid across the note he fished from his pants pocket across the table while the man ate. Why was he wondering if he had a shot... with a fairy? A god damn fairy.... That surely went against.. everything he stood for. But why hadn't it made it any easier to rid her from his mind? Or stop him from returning back to that cute little house leaving the each other notes like a love sick child. He had no.. idea what he was doing and perhaps that should have been every indication that he shouldn't.



These memories are like shadows

I can't seem to find my way home