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

pick your poison


Posted on August 15, 2020 by Kit Marks
North


The woman was modest and humble, simply thanking him when he told her she was brave for trying something new. The soft simper on her lips told a story, but perhaps not one he would get this visit and that was okay. He was enjoying the company anyway. At least he could tell he made her day when he spoke French back to her. It had been a minute before he'd felt the smooth lyrics on his own tongue but he found that he still retained his full understanding and use of the language. Guess a century and a half in London could do that to you. After his length of time in captivity and being back in America, he was sure he'd lost some of the accent but that was to be expected. The subject of his wound was more pressing at the moment though but he would have gladly distracted himself by speaking more French with her. She promised him a good drink after and he offered a smirk of good humor. As she poured the alcohol over the wound, he couldn't help the sounds he made but he looked down at the floor instead, feeling the need to apologize for the mess he was responsible for.

She waved it off, saying it was easy to clean. "I can help you with that." It felt only polite to ask. He didn't want to leave her with a ruined floor just because he had to go and get himself shot. As she wound the bandage around his arm, he held as still as a statue, letting her concentrate on her work. When she was done and asked how he felt, he offered a simper in return. "Like a million bucks. Maybe you missed your calling as a doctor." He said with a sly wink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He moved the arm around, getting the feel of the slight restriction but knew it was necessary, at least until the bleeding stopped. Giving her a more genuine smile, he slowly stood. "Thank you so much. You didn't have to help a stranger and yet you did. I'm just sorry you were pulled into that." His face softened in true apology as he said it. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and he hated any trauma falling on an innocent because of him.

Glancing around, he sighed softly. "Just point me to the bleach spray and I'll get this cleaned up and get out of your hair. I'm sure you have other things to do than entertain a shot up fae."



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