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 March 17, 2015 by Katarina Foster
North


I saw Alexander bound up the stairs too so I can at least hope he's safe. I hear someone shout, a female voice telling us to find the blonde witch and I glance back, finding the voice familiar but I can't see anything through the incoming fog so I give up with a scowl. I heard something about her "extincting" the one hiding. Does that mean she's already found a witch to kill? I sigh and push forward. I almost hope the witch at least puts up a good fight cause I don't want any lives taken today unnecessarily. I didn't come here to kill today, just to slow down the shop's business for a little while.

As I rush down the hallway, I narrow my eyes at the doorway ahead, determined as ever to reach it and see what's on the other side. That is, until an unpenetrable darkness descends on the hallway. Instead of stopping through, I only slow my pace a little, drawing two daggers at the ready as I lower myself and get ready, my adrenaline starting to race as I feel things start to slow down. Then I hear it, like thousands of tiny little legs scurrying and I glance up, blinking in the darkness but I can only hear them. Beetles? Roaches? I can't see a damn thing. My hands tighten around the hilts of my daggers.

When flying bodies start hitting ym face and arms, I react instinctively, first bringing up my daggers to slice at them but when I can tell there's too many, I instead drop to the floor and shield my head, both daggers up and at the ready as they crawl all over me. I can feel them in my shirt, my pants...it's irritating as hell, that's for damn sure, but at least they can't bite or hurt me. Luckily, I'm not the squeamish type so I won't even give him the satisfaction of a squeal. The bodies falling on me soon feel more like slimy worms than roaches and I feel the crunch of them beneath my feet as I shift. I protect my face with a new fervor. They will NOT get in my mouth.

When I do hear the voice, I grit my teeth.

"That all you got? Bugs and shadows? Give me something I can work with, at least. I didn't come here for a roach bath."

A few moments later, I hear someone else rushing up and I glance up but I can't see anything still.

"Damn magic."

I murmur to myself. Then I hear voices and the yelling one I definitely know since I came here with him, Azrael. What? I shield my face again but my ears are attuned to him now. It's not like he's trying to be quiet about it. He knows the witch? Though I guess I should say warlock now that I know his name is Davante. That's a guy's name, right? Who the hell knows. He mentions something about telling him to stay out of it and that he won't stop the hunters from doing something to him. Does he expect us to kill him? I certainly didn't sign up for that. If I remember correctly, Azrael was the first one to throw a fatal shot in the lobby.

Speaking of, I hear something moaning and groaning, not at all sounding normal and I wish I could see it but of course, I can't. I hear Azrael asking about it and then he does say it, that he won't stop the others from killing him. As I hear the foot steps pounding away, I can only guess Azrael is leaving after that moaning thing. At least, I'm going to hope it's him leaving cause I don't plan on staying crouched in this dark ass hallway forever. I raise a dagger and launch it expertly toward the space where Azrael was talking, banking on the fact that he was beside the man he was talking to. I merely aim to make it whistle past his head, something to distract him enough that this damn magic will falter and I can get a chance to charge before he turns the lights off again. I will NOT stay in a damned hallway all day. I refuse to be out of the action.

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