North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

for pleasure seldom has a cure


Posted on May 10, 2017 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
North

Sebastian Ellington

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

It wasn't often that Sebastian left his renowned estate in the Northern part of town without the fae Monarch he so adored at his side. The sole reasoning was usually the simple need to hunt. As much as he perhaps disliked it, it was wholly impossible for Dorian to be the entirety of his food source. He adored the taste of the man, adored the intimacy that came with so feeding upon his blood, and yet, the sheer notion of putting Dorian in any sort of danger was enough to make him recoil, pushing him occasionally out on the streets of the ever bustling metropolis. Usually, the Englishman chose those bars in the downtown part of town to haunt and yet, news of a new group of boutiques in the North saw him deviate from his routine, instead intending to check out those lounges that surely would have followed suite. He strolled in an entirely lackadaisical fashion down those sidewalks, those dark blue eyes trailing over the individuals that came in and out of those store fronts as he searched for someone who not only looked as if they would taste appetizing but also wouldn't require a terrible amount of work to so convince to allow his fangs to pierce their flesh.

His eyebrows furrowed but briefly as he watched a young woman cross the street towards that corner Sebastian himself was approaching. There was something wholly inquisitive about her. She seemed to hold that pallor of his own species, her features molded into that glimpse of everlasting perfection that so often was found only in the undead alone and yet there was something different about her that made even him hesitate. His own steps remained at that same steady pace as he watched her, at least, until she so seemed to trip upon that very curb, her fingers grasping at her stomach in a fashion he'd seen hundreds of times before - with pregnant mothers. It was that singular realization that so prompted the vampire into action, the man quickly closing that distance to catch her falling frame with ease. "Careful there, love." He muttered, that English accent altogether noticeable within his voice. "Are you okay?" He inquired, gently releasing his hold upon her only once he was certain she was steady in her balance. Hm...a pregnant vampire. So such a thing did exist and yet, he couldn't help but to wonder if she was the woman Dorian had been speaking of.

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