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

our blood sang to the cause


Posted on March 18, 2022 by Erik
North


He hadn't had much to do lately, so the Viking took to the city, walking the sidewalks while he looked for ways to bide his time. The human man had been working his shifts at the bar like usual, but there wasn't any other signs of his contact. Erik needed to wait for that woman to appear for his next set of plans. Surely, she would lead him to his ultimate goal, the Hunter who took his dear Maria away from him. He wouldn't rest until he got vengeance for her, his protege who wanted nothing more than a life away from the whore houses of Europe. She embraced immortality on a wave length Erik could never understand. Whereas it was thrust upon him against his will; she was like a viper who knew exactly what she wanted and wouldn't stop until she got it. She was made to walk the night, until that bastard took her from him.

Deciding to take a break from the watching since the human had retired to his apartment for the night, Erik headed down the street, only to hear the hustle and bustle of a local business in town. Usually crowded places weren't his thing, but tonight, Erik could use a little distraction, so why not? He slumped his broad shoulders and blended in with the crowd as he walked through the door doors and into the grand casino. He hadn't been in one of these in a while. Even though he stood a good bit above most of the other men here, Erik had mastered the act of becoming invisible. He tucked his hands in his pockets and ducked his head, looking every bit like a dull guy just trying to trudge his way through life, nothing to see here. The guards barely looked his way as he glanced around at the tables, wondering where he should try his luck first.

A blackjack table was calling his name so Erik sat down for a few hands. He was quite good at gambling when he really set his mind to it, but he couldn't seem to keep his focus. He won a few hands and he lost a couple, keeping everything in balance so he was able to stay under the radar. The night continued like this and he moved from table to table, trying out a little Roulette and even some Craps. He was making his way to a poker table where they were setting up for some Texas Hold'em when he stopped dead in his tracks. For a moment, he stopped breathing, though no one would tell the difference since he didn't need to in the first place. Using his elite hearing, he picked up on the sound that made him pause again. It was a single voice, a deep harmonic sound that got the wheels of memory rolling in his head like an old home video.

That voice...where did he know that voice? The Sweden turned his head, ice blue eyes setting on the muscular shoulders of a man seated at a table. He seemed to be talking to the gentleman beside him but the tension wasn't that of friends. Perhaps he worked here? Something in the way the bigger man held himself spoke of power, authority. He knew exactly how to sit straight and the set of his shoulders had purpose, like he knew his way in this world and there was no room for doubt. There was something oddly familiar about those shoulders. When the man turned his head just enough for Erik to make out the proud ridge of his brows and the royal curve of his nose, his own brow raised in realization. No....it couldn't be. Everyone had heard the stories. Everyone around the world told the stories of his death. Yet, here he sat, or a perfectly cloned twin.

No, those piercing eyes couldn't be anyone else's. Erik had looked into them plenty of times in the heat of battle, knowing someone was about to die every time he pledged his loyalty and his weapons. There was no denying it. For a moment, he thought about walking on by, leaving the old warrior to his mystery. But like I said, he was in need of a distraction and what could be better than an old ally? His lips twitched just a little with humor as the immortal changed his path and made his way to the other side of the stranger they seemed to be talking to. He didn't say a word as he slipped into the crowd behind the man, only slowly turning his head to listen in. The accent was definitely not the one he remembered, but then hadn't he gotten good himself at being fluent in other accents and languages? It kind of came with the territory of being immortal. And there was no doubt his friend here had to be some kind of supernatural to still be counted among the living.

Erik took a good whiff of his scent and was surprised at the answer. Dark Hunter. Yet he wasn't swayed from his decision. He waited to see how things would play out, placing himself carefully between the stranger and the door. You know, in case he made a run for it. Might be fun to meet his old Viking ally again in the midst of conflict. They were both so good at it once before, after all.


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