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 Isolt


Posted on December 25, 2018 by Damon Marcello
North


God, he was so nervous. A part of him felt the doctor would just wave her little wand thing over it and say the womb was empty, just a big waste of space making his fiance look and feel like the real thing. Cause it couldn't be real, right? Isolt was a vampire and so was he. She couldn't conceive and he couldn't give her children, even if he wanted to. The definition of their species is undead. But another part of him, a part he really tried to keep hidden cause he didn't want to get hurt, actually wanted it to be true. Wanted to see a heart beat even though that would be impossible, and see a baby that looked like Isolt, or maybe, just maybe, looked like him, even a little bit.

But it wouldn't be his. He kept having to remind himself of that. They did stuff to her, rituals. They would have implanted the egg in her through some kind of voodoo. Someone else's DNA would share Isolt's to make this child. That in itself, made him very angry. He'd had his share of temper tantrums about it since Isolt told him, though he was always careful not to have them around her. Around her, he was happy and gentle, swaying to her every need and strange craving. Ice cream at one o'clock in the afternoon? He paid a human to go fetch it so he wouldn't burn to death just so she could have her ice cream. Anything she asked, he made it happen, cause he loved her more than life itself. He always would.

But deep inside, he was still so angry at the coven for what they'd put them through, put her through. She was coming back from it cause she was strong but look at Yumi. Would she ever become what she used to be? He was starting to wonder. And look at the changes they made in the meantime? Isolt was pregnant. Would she carry to term? Would she fall in love with this child only to lose it? Then he would have to protect her from that. He would do it even as his own heart was breaking. He didn't want to hope, cause hope led to devastation. That was too much risk for him. So he let Isolt hope and he played along, but when he was alone at night, he would hunt and make any witch or warlock that belonged to that coven pay in the worst possible ways.

But today wasn't about those dark moments she didn't see. Today he was smiling but anyone could tell he was nervous as he ran a hand through his already rumpled hair and paced in the front room. "Isolt, love, almost ready? Your appointment's in half an hour. We don't want to be late." Not that he would let that happen. With the way he drove, they'd be there in no time. But he was careful with her now. Not wanting her to ever fear he would endanger the baby, he drove like a grandma, so to speak, just so she wouldn't worry. But he also knew how to make up time in shortcuts. Only when she appeared did his lips pull into an adoring smile as he stepped forward to press a kiss to her lips. "You ready?" He asked softly, his gaze searching hers before he stepped back and headed to open the door for her.

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