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 February 05, 2016 by Damon
North

The feel of her soft fingers curled within my own is enough to keep me distracted even as I try to give the tour, so electrified by her touch that it's all I can do to remember what every room in the house is made for. She seems caught up in the splendor of my old home, mesmerized by a time she was never a part of. I can see her now, all donned out in a fluffy ball gown and white gloves, turning down suitors with that demure smile on her cherry red lips. She would ahve fit right into that era but I'm glad she wasn't there. There's a chance I might have never met her then and that's a chance I'm not willing to take.

She remains silent through most of the tour, too dazzled for questions, it would seem. At my question, she stares up the stairs as if wonderful things await, her eager nod making a smirk tug onto my lips. I take her to the other rooms first, saving my own for last. I give her ample time to move about the room Dennis now lives in and give her a glimpse of the guest rooms. As we step into Stefan's room, I noticibly stiffen, if only because it hasn't changed a lick since we lived here. He was always a neatfreak and everything had its own place. There were no posters on the wall of actors or fast cars. Stefan was too cool for that. He delved into books, keeping himself smart while others partied away their money. A single photo still hangs over his bed, the picture father took the day I came home from the war. There's him and mother standing so proudly, big smiles on their faces. Mother has her arm around Stefan, always her favorite, and there I am on the outside, the smile less than impressed, eyes still distant because I was always reliving the nightmare, watching my friends die right in front of me.

As we move into my own room, I stay by the door, leaning against the doorframe to watch her as she moves around. She ends up finding the photo mother took of me by myself in my uniform, the day I was leaving out for training. I still look young and boyish in the picture, my eyes stil lit with the fire of opportunity as I hold my rifle proudly. I loved the power it brought me to hold something that could take a life with so little effort. Of course I grew to hate that same power once the war got its hands on me. I watched life after precious life get snuffed out for nothing more than being told by your government that you had to do it. I ached for nothing more than Catherine's arms around me at night, holding me close and telling me everything would be okay. I thought surely she would be waiting for me when I got back, that she would forget all about Stefan and decide a real man is what she was searching for.

Of course, I was dead wrong. She still wanted both in her fanciful world and nothing I did could impress her. I didn't know how many lives she'd snuffed out herself by that time though. I had no idea I was in love with a killer who enjoyed her work far too much. I think that's where I got it from. let out a dry chuckle. "If only you were there as my beau to keep me warm at night. You would have been the belle of any ball."

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