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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on October 26, 2014 by Damon
North


Since there aren't any other vampires present in the tavern tonight, I guess it would be easy enough for her to pick me out. We seem to be able to sense our own species, and others, for that matter. It's like having a built in radar. She seems to shrink further into her chair when I stand and for a moment, I wonder if I should even bother approaching. Wouldn't want to scare her off. Her brown eyes hold me in place for a moment but I end up making up my mind to go talk to her anyway. She tucks her knees up to her chest, a habit of the shy, it would seem. She reaches out, her finger tracing the table top and I raise ne brow in curiosity as I approach the booth. She seems to be daydreaming, or at least tuning out most of the tavern and I wonder if it's a security thing or if it has something to do with me. She sighs as I walk toward, a sound of disappointment and I tilt my head some, wondering what she's expecting.

She looks up as I pause before her table, her features contorting in instant surprise when she sees me. She looks at my hands automatically when I hold them up. I note that her body doesn't relax one inch though, her hands messing with the bottom of her shirt and my lips twitch just a little in slight amusement. Finally she gives me the go ahead to sit, nodding her head silently. She tilts her head as I take a seat, watching me expectantly. As I lean forward to speak, she returns the gesture which makes me feel a little better. If she had jerked back, then I guess I would know where we stand as far as potential trust. As it would seem, she must be shy but not completely averted to a stranger walking up to talk to her. Perhaps she's starved for some kind of company. I can handle that.

At my comment, her lips do move, the whisper of a simper on her lips and my own twitch in response. At least we're getting somewhere. I know she's not hopeless on the expression front. Some vampires can be so dull with their faces, as if getting turned has rendered them lifeless as the blood in their veins, like they got a permanent botox injection the minute they woke up in a grave...or wherever they woke up. It's nice to know that I can still find vampires with some sort of humor. She agrees with a guilty expression, her words trailing off as she tries to find a reason. Finally she finishes it with a sentence and my own features soften in response. Her expression looks almost bitter now, reminding me of myself at times, the laugh that escapes only a reflection of that same emotion.

"Ah, but what if that's where you're wrong?"

I lean back now, wanting to coax her attention before I continue.

"The options are endless. Pick your prize. Do you have your eyes on someone in here or would you like a different selection?"

The words are still soft, for her ears only but the hint is obvious that I'm talking about food. I raise a brow expectantly for her answer even as my gray blue gaze sweeps idly around the tavern before returning to her sweet face. I'm willing to keep her company as long as she'd like but I'm not going to starve the poor girl while I do that. Eat first, talk after. It always helps with digestion, anyway.

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