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

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on December 15, 2014 by Katarina Foster
North


I knew they had called in other hunters but since I dont' make it a thing to know other hunters by name, I was pretty sure I wouldn't know the if they walked up to me and said my name. Of course, Alexander is a legend so that's a little different. The moment he walks in, I know who he is and I have to keep myself from staring. What's he doing here? I thought he was staying out of the hunting business, choosing to run his little coffee shop instead. His arms are folded and I straighten up as he agrees with me, his eyes taking in the scenery before he admits that it gets their attention. I scowl. I guess that's true but I still hold by the fact that a death doesn't have to be the distraction.

I don't hear a thing for a minute, like the calm before the storm, but then there's the musical sound of a vial hitting the floor and I take a step back automatically, watching the black smoke start to fill the room. Azrael's voice hits me and I scowl in answer.

"Or one more you've made angry."

Call me leader of the debate team. I like having the last word. Who's to say that wasn't someone's significant other or family member who works here? Who's to say it wasn't the head witch's pet? the worst thing you can do is get on their bad side the minute you walk in the door. I can tell the minute he sees the fog too, the hiss through his teeth making me take another step back toward another door. I doln't know where it goes but I'm two steps away from caring. I, too, look to the body of the warlock he took out, watching the fog work its magic on the corpse and I stiffen, my jaw clenching. Images of Kohl run through my mind. What would he do if he found out I was stripped down to bone by a witch's poison? Would it be enough to spur him to fight or would he be even more against it? Azrael's voice brings me back to the present and I look up per his instructions, eyes narrowing on the cloaked figure above.

I sniff at his next words, muttering.

"Guess so."

I have to agree there's no other option in sight besides standing here and letting the fog eat me. I nod at his instructions, not because I plan on taking orders but because for this one time, it makes sense and so i take it, darting to the door and slamming my shoulder into it. I hear the hinges break and I rush the stairs, taking them two at a time as the fog nips at my heels. I don't know where I'm going but anywhere's better than there. I can only hope I don't end up the only hunter making it up alive cause something tells me I don't want to be the only one up against the witch who threw that vial. At the same time, I wonder if this is a trap. She must be herding us somewhere. Oh goody. I grab for my blades automatically, not taking them out just yet, just making sure I'll know where to grab for them when the time comes.


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