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

Getting My own Way (Frost)


Posted on July 20, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
North


I knew I couldn't stay off the radar for long but this time it would be different. This time, I would control the situation, not let it control me. The hunter just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I was in need of some nourishment and I caught sight of a woman buying two hotdogs for her children. I waited for her to pay then followed her along in the shadows, my fox form easily camouflaged by the dark of the buildings looming overhead. I knew I wouldn't have long but she was walking home, one of the perks of living in a small city. No one feels like they have to drive everywhere all the time.

As she slowed to turn onto the sidewalk leading to the apartments, I made my move, darting out of cover to grasp one of the hotdogs in my jaws and keep running. The woman screams at me, something about varmints and strays, but I keep running. That's when I caught a whiff of the hunter. He happened to be sitting on a bench across the street, reading a book. I could hear foot steps racing after me as I turned a corner so instead of looking for a place to hide, I paused down an alleyway to finish eating then licked my lips and concentrated just enough to shift. I haven't got down the whole shifting with clothes thing but over time, I've found it more to be a blessing than a curse. Especially in situations such as this.

I turn to face the alley right as the hunter runs around the corner, a blade already in his hand. He stops in his tracks immediately, shock and apprehension crossing his features as he looks me up and down. That's right, big boy, drink it up. His hesitation only lasts seconds but that's all I need, a hand hidden behind my back already working its magic. My fingers wiggle, calling my trusty bow and a single arrow to their grasp. As the hunter blinks and shakes his head, his armed hand rises and he scoffs before moving as if to rush me. That's when my arms swing up, the arrow instantly notched and I take a single breath as I aim and let loose. The arrow finds its mark as I knew it would, embedded in the hunter's chest and he goes to his knees with a gurgle of surprise, the arrow disappearing from whence it came as the bow in my hands turns to a cloud of dust.

I turn on my heels, already reaching for clothes behind the dumpster before the man falls to the ground. That's when I hear more foot steps coming, but this time, I recognize the scent. My lips twitch, the shadow of a smile as I turn back, this time not so shy of my nude form. "So we meet again....How ya been Frost?"


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