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

love me like you do


Posted on December 27, 2015 by isolt griffin
North

isolt griffin


The tickling fingers of a glacial chill scamper down the curved length of her spine as the cold metallic eyes of the shotgun bore into the pale flesh of her chest, cast to her by this man of whom she knows naught, and who apparently knew naught of her. Questions would later emerge from this paritcularly chilling "welcome", questions as to the origin of such hostility, but for now all that Isolt is capable of doing is retreating a step further from their gun-wielding host, only to have the void between herself and this Denis occupied by Damon's fiercely assertive figure. If fear for her own wellbeing had caused some modicum of worry within the breast of the redheaded vampire, then worry for her lover only amplified it tenfold, the young woman's slender digits grasping only tighter upon the fingers of her companion. He was more to her than ever she believed that someone could be, more than she could have ever dared dream, and so to have some veritable stranger threaten him so boldly had the seedlings of apprehension quickly blossoming to thorned vines within her gut.

But her fear is misguided, it seems, as the familiar dulcet tones of Damon's persuasion seep as honey into the ears of both parties and fill her veins with the warmth of calm that she had so been lacking. Still though are her steps tentative as she follows behind the finely-muscled figure of her suitor, craving as some starving child the security inherent in his proximity to her. Still does she find apprehension in Denis' continued presence, though hardly would she dare speak on the subject for fear of seeming impolite; however, it is a fear that fades into the ether of her subconscious in the moments that Isolt finds herself amidst the furnishings of a rather grand foyer.

The young woman allows herself to be stolen away by the grandeur that surrounds her then, the antiqued elegance that constitutes every inch of this house... of his house. It is a peculiar notion, indeed, that a younger, mortal Damon had once traipsed about in the very same place that she now stood. And, Isolt discovers, it is particularly difficult to picture what such a scene might have entailed for so absolute had been their shared and silent agreement to leave the past where it belonged: beyond the veil of mortality, lives left to the living.

Damon's whisper at her ear draws a beautifully resplendent smile to Isolt's features as she turns to him, depthless blue eyes aglow with anticipatory glee. "Yes, please."



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