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 October 01, 2020 by Kit Marks
North


He was actually a little surprised she didn't put up more of a fight about him helping clean up the mess but satisfaction rippled through him at the same time, glad that she accepted it. As she wound the bandage around his arm, he didn't move, not wanting to make her lose concentration. She looked so intense that he found himself studying her petite features as she worked. When he teased her about being a doctor, she was quick to retort that she would be a terrible doctor. He smirked. "My arm disagrees." She said it was too much sitting and he laughed outright, unable to help himself. "Oh, is that what they do? And here I thought they were on their feet all day. Guess I stand corrected." She shook her head when he tried to apologize, saying neither of them asked for that. He shrugged. "I guess in a way, I did. Shouldn't have given that waitress at the diner a $50 tip. She looked like she was having a bad day."

He figured that might be how the thugs in the alleyway knew to mug him. They must have been by the diner and saw that he had some cash in his wallet. An easy target, or so they thought. He asked about spray to clean up the mess and she asked about bleach. He tilted his head for a moment, wondering if she just didn't know what bleach was or if she was against using it to clean. He waved it off. "Any kind of spray will do, really. It's just a potent disinfectant. Smells to high heaven, can even give you a nasty head ache if you inhale too much of the fumes while using it, but it cleans EVERYTHING. My mother used to swear by it." He offered with a sly smirk. She corrected him about being busy, saying the rest of her day was free and he smiled at her honesty. He would have thought she'd be glad to put the morning drama behind her and make up some excuse about having to go somewhere, anything to get him out of her apartment.

"Guess your integrity's still intact." He commented almost in an offhand way. Humans often reeked of lies and deceit but a lot of fae had turned the same way in his lifetime. They gave into dark desires and didn't think twice before lying, cheating, or stealing. Audette seemed like a pure soul, by comparison. He wondered how she was raised to have such good morals. She went to a spot by the sink and pulled out some spray to which he grinned as he grabbed it and the paper towels she offered. "That'll certainly do the trick. Thanks." He went to work cleaning the floor, even wiping down the chair he was sitting in to get some of the stray blood that had trickled or dripped onto it. It didn't take but ten minutes tops. When he was done, he threw the used paper towels away and put her spray and paper towel roll back where she got it, intending to leave everything in her apartment just the way it was when he got here.

Running a hand through his loose curls, he gave a sheepish smirk. "Thank you again for tending to my wound. Reminds me there are still good people in the world." Smiling, his eyes lit up with genuine gratitude as he moved to the door. "I hope we meet again some day, Audette. On better terms, of course."



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