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

Her words are spiderwebs inside my head


Posted on December 03, 2020 by Spencer Lombardo
North


I don't think I'll make it out alive
see the devil living in those eyes


Well, that had been the most stressful and longest car ride of his life so far. The roads had been clear enough but Askaree, fuck sake Askaree, and her constantly yelling to go faster even when he was well past the speed limit had made none of it remotely calm. It wasn't even that they had a far distance to travel from that ridiculous bar! The entire thing took probably less than twenty minutes for them to get there and yet she had acted as though they had to cross a goddamn country. Still, if Spencer had any complaints, he had kept them to himself. A feat he was glad of as he watched her terrorise her way through the nursing home. For all the times he pushed, he wasn't a complete idiot and he had already risked too much earlier. Seeing her behaviour now, he knew she would shatter him without a thought.

He murmured a quick apology in attempt to alleviate some of the tension between the nurses after Askaree had stormed through, unable and unwilling to offer more than an empty apology for someone who obviously felt no remorse. No, this was more an attempt to avoid further tensions or - godforbid- some forsaken and completely misplaced lecture. While it may have been tempting to another to follow and see what - or rather who - had Askaree so stressed and worried, Spencer felt that by inviting himself to follow it would be... too much. Too much of what, he couldn't quite define. Yes, there was that volatile line of they shared with the push/pull games they played but this, this was something entirely different. He had no upper hand, nothing to gain, or at least nothing he would want to gain or use against her even should something appear that a more immoral or ethically loose individual may choose. None of that mattered though, not even his desire to remain uninvolved, when he suddenly heard his name roared through the halls. He hopped up like the obedient soldier, long legs eating the distance until he found the room. It was only there that he came to an abrupt stop, his eyes resting on the individual in the bed with the machines. The sight brought a whirlwind of bad memories to the forefront of his mind, the man frozen in place momentarily and robbed of his voice until she spoke, that single command hanging in the air between them.

That single, impossible command.

Spencer stepped quietly up to the pair, Askaree with her ire hiding her vulnerabilities and the ghost in the bed. His eyes searched the man in the bed, the machines, taking in all the information and the reality of the situation. She wanted the impossible, a cure that didn't exist. A cure that shouldn't exist. A cure that would cost demand too much. There was no way to turn back the hands of time. It would always stubbornly march on. Anyone that said otherwise was a snake.

"Askaree," He started, voice soft but steady, "He's..." He stopped, dragging his hand over his mouth before (he was aware this was at the risk of his physical safety) he touched her shoulder lightly (hesitantly). "At most, I can ease his passing." He pulled his hand back before he tempted fate too much, not willing to add to his prosthetic collection. Now he supposed he would need to weather whatever storm had brewed. "I'm sorry."



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