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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on July 17, 2020 by DAREIOS
North


It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Despite his shame, Dareios is intrigued by Miya's interest. She didn't recoil in disgust when he demonstrated his ability of ultra speed. And she didn't wince or cry when his fangs made their brief appearance. Given this was only the second time the two had interacted since his identity had come to light, the vampire mayor took it as a step in the right direction. His mind was still awhirl with this information as they moved inside the building. He hardly caught her second apology in the span of just a few minutes - this time trying to unnecessarily correct herself over the cost of living in the city. Miya was right - it was expensive to live in Sacrosanct. What people failed to connect was the hot bed of supernatural residents here - most of whom were ancient in age and therefore had amassed great wealth overtime. Dareios, certainly, was one of them. Their strong numbers here did not bode well for the more human-centric economy. He assumed he'd be apologizing for it for the rest of his life, however many more centuries that may be.

Dareios' glare shot around the apartment as he sat tall on the barstool near her kitchen. He took in the sights and scents, but his sightline kept easing back to Miya. This was perhaps the most authentic version he'd seen of her - her tired body moving across the kitchen, watching her let her hair down, the way she plopped herself into the stool across from him - there was no facade, no guard to hold up.

He was touched by the way she thanked him for helping her and just for stumbling upon her today. If only she knew how much it meant to him, too. "You were, huh?" He teased playfully about her quip about calling him. He reached across the table to put one ice-cold hand over hers.

"So... ask away Dr. Aiken." He said rather abruptly. "You've got questions, and I've got answers. I'm an open book." He added with a smile. "Let me be your instructor on all things vampire."

But before she could pepper him with any questions, Miya stood and moved to get the whistling pot from the stove. Dareios' head snapped back when he heard her hiss. He stands quickly, moving with lightning speed to be by her side. The hairs on the back of his undead neck prickle with interest as he examines her wound. "Yikes, that must hurt." He says while hovering. Then he has an idea. "I can help... Again, if you trust me."

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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