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 January 04, 2016 by Damon
North


There is no doubt in my mind what would transpire if Dennis chose to pull the trigger with that barrel targetted at Isolt. Before she could even flinch from the shot, my hand would be in Dennis' chest, clutching at his still beating heart. I would rip it from him without a second thought and crush it while he watched with his slowly dying eyes. He would regret it the moment his finger trembled in that moment of decision. I step between them before he can even consider the idea, knowing that I can handle a bullet wound, having had many in the past.

Of course the moment I'm between them, Isolt is grasping for me, pleading with her body language for me not to get hurt. I glance her way out of the corner of my eye, wanting to reassure her that I will not be dying on this night. Dennis doesn't know enough about vampires to use wood in his bullets and a simple shotgun round will do nothing more than sting.

The moment I lock my gaze with Dennis, I know it's over. The hostility drops from his gaze and he lowers his muzzle, inviting us into the house that I grew up in. Isolt is slow to follow but I pull her gently along, my fingers still grasping her own. I can feel her slowly relaxing though the moment we step over the threshold. She is mesmerized by everything around her. The architecture of the house is still intact, built in the early 1800's. I never let Dennis do anything to modernize the place, wanting to keep it's antique vintage as long as possible. Anytime something breaks, he would get an anonymous envelope with a check, plenty to cover the expenses plus some. Dennis has never gone without, not while living in this home. I would make sure it stayed in my family as long as I live.

I manage to tug a smile onto her perfect lips as I ask if she'd like a tour, her response full of awe so I take her hand and move into the den. "This is our den, where we used to entertain any guests that came through. At the time I was growing up, it was mostly government officials and traveling merchants. My parents did love to entertain." I roll my eyes a little and glance at the bar against the side wall with a smirk. "As long as the bourbon was full and pouring, of course."

I move into the dining area next. A long table stretches out across the expanse of the room, tiny decorations of horses on the corners of the table still as finely chiseled as the day we bought it. "This is where we would eat every night. Mother always made sure we got together as a family for dinner because there was rarely a chance we were all in the same room otherwise. There was always at least two butlers rushing around, making sure everyone's glass was full and their plate satisfying. We staffed at least 15 cooks at any point in time."

I nudge my head toward double doors on the back wall. "That's the serving quarters, otherwise known as as the kitchen and laundry room. When the staff wasn't in their slave quarters out back, they were working back there or cleaning the house." I move toward the staircase next, glancing up the stairs. "This leads to the bedrooms. There are five up there but two are guest rooms. Dennis took over the master bedroom which is where my parents slept. The other two belonged to my brother and I. Shall we?"


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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