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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on November 21, 2018 by Damon Marcello
North


It seems the other vampire wasn't expecting someone to come scold him for his mess and as Damon spoke, he almost expected the guy to keep on walking, ignoring him completely. Of course, Damon was used to being heard when he spoke so he wouldn't have stood for it, but luckily, the man turned to him. He didn't care how the guy looked at him. He could care less what others thought of him. He never had. He was always the bad boy, even in his mortal days. Was supposed to be the heir to the family fortune, his father's pride and joy, but instead Damon rebelled at every turn, sleeping around and bringing shame on their family name. He didn't do well with authority and he joined the Southern army just to get away from his father's overbearing nature. But in the end, he had to come back to protect his little brother and his mother from his father's strict hand.

The man said he didn't clean, that he was no maid and Damon only chuckled, shaking his head. "Not one with common sense, obviously. The Council already picks through this place with a fine tooth comb. Don't give them more of a reason to stack up the burning stakes and pitchforks. I don't think that's too much to ask." His brow lifted. He felt like an adult talking to a child or something. Did this guy not know that actions have consequences, no matter how long they take to catch up to you? If it was just him, Damon wouldn't give a damn about hunters but with Isolt in the crosshairs and still recovering from her blight, he wasn't about to have her in danger or someone would definitely pay. The other vampire seemed to size him up or something for a minute and Damon only smirked, his eyes daring the guy to make a move. He wasn't above attacking his own kind but he needed to be able to tell his fiance it was in self defense. That would make it all better, right?

Not that Isolt knew about most things he did in the dead of night. He didn't know what she'd think if she knew he still hunted humans and still killed some. There was somehow just a joy in it to him. Maybe he would always be a cold blooded predator at the end of the day, no matter how she changed his heart. The vampire suddenly said that there was worst things than hunters and Damon lifted a brow as if to say "like I don't know that." The New Eden coven had been far more trouble than any group of hunters had ever been. But Damon had dealt with them as he always did any problem that got in his way. At the vampire's sudden question, he tilted his head. "That club a friend of mine used to own? I don't think it's there anymore. If you were looking to head there, I think you're shit out of luck."

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