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

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on September 03, 2016 by Troy Marks
North


I can't help but overthink everything having to do with vampires. It's hard to believe that I'm even here in a vampire hangout of all places and if the Council hadn't asked me to, I probably wouldn't be here at all. But I can't say I'm just a dick to every blood sucker I meet. I can be downright civil with some of them, depending on their attitude. Amelia seems to have a sweet nature about her and even though I'm already judging her because of what she is, that doesn't mean she can't be a good companion to talk to for tonight. I wonder who she'd be talking to in my stead. Maybe another sexy male vampire looking for a good time or even a sexy female vampire. I see humans here too, fresh with bite marks on their necks. Ugh, blood donors. Why they insist they like the sensation, I'll never understand. Knowing the waiver they have to sign beforehand should be enough of a warning but they never learn. Each time they get bit, there's a chance they could die. The vampire who gets them could be new and undisciplined, could become so overcome with blood lust that they forget to listen for the heartbeat. Just like that, poof, life over.

They walk around this place like zombies, already half in the grave as it is. I think most of them hope someone will grow fond of them and make them into a vampire too but I assure you that most of the time, that doesn't happen. Some vampires take on pets, this, I know. They get a human or other species that has good blood and provides for them like a servant, housing and shelter and safety and expensive toys all for the blood they crave whenever they want it. Some humans thinks this the greatest thing ever. I just think it's pathetic. Blood is worth so much more than money and material things. Blood is life. I look at Amelia, thoughtful. I wonder how she was turned. I know that's considered very personal information to some vampries. I've had them get very offended just for asking so I'll keep the thought to myself. She just seems so nice, mannered even. Is she an older vampire who has learned to curb her strong emotions or is that just part of her humanity that still exists? I wonder if she knew her maker and it was a good turning or bad. I've heard both sides before.

She tenses a little when I mention someone else for the seat and I regret my wording instantly. She's been nothing but nice to me so far and I've probably already insulted her by calling her kind blood suckers. Shame on me. I smile. "That's good to know. It's not very often I run across someone so trusting and good natured. Not even just vampires, either. You wouldn't believe how many fairies and humans have turned rude in this century. They all want something for nothing and think they can just demand what they want and get it. Times sure have changed, no?" I shake my head and take a sip of my drink. I smile back when she seems happy with my choice of word for her drink. I think I'd consider her classy as well. As least I haven't seen anything to the contrary since meeting her. My eyebrow raises a little, clearly impressed when she speaks of Amelia Earhart. So they were friends. I guess Amelia is older than I first thought. So she has learned to curb her blood lust. Good to know. I nod and take another sip. "It's nice to have age behind you sometimes. The things you can see and people you meet through the years...those memories end up being well worth more than gold and jewels." Plus the knowledge. Nothing beats the things you can learn about yourself and the world when you're gaining age on everyone else. That experience is everything.

I'm not altogether honest when she asks why I came here but I can't very well blurt out that the Hunter Council asked me to check out the club and make sure there were no maniacs out tonight looking to cause chaos. Cause then I'd have to excuse myself out back and take care of them and that might ruin our good chat. I smirk. "I'm finding that out. But at least I got to meet you." I say with a little more of my usual charm. I can feel myself relaxing finally. Maybe it's just her easy nature kicking in on my nerves or maybe I've just decided that fuck it, I'm well equipped and I've handled worse so why freak out now? I can wish my brother was here to have my back all night but it's not going to bring him here so I better get used to being alone. She admits that she likes people watching and I lean in a little with genuine interest. As she points to a man, I follow her gaze and I can see the empty ring finger as well. Any observant person would notice the callous on that finger where a ring would usually be. I bet he's even got it stowed in his pocket, a rookie mistake. I wonder if he's looking for a good lay or a good bite.

I nod. "Can you tell from here what he is?" I only ask because I know vampires can usually pick up on magical scents whereas I have to be closer to pick up on their energy. She seems all too entertained by his tricks. But sudden movement through the crowd catches my eye and my hairs raise up on the back of my neck, a sixth sense, if you will. My gaze sweeps the crowd until I see the flash of a familiar face, just a flash before she's gone. Could it be? I haven't seen the vampire that killed my mother since that fateful night but I memorized her face and her magical taste so that I would know it when she was near. I haven't felt this sure of anything in years. I inhale sharply and go to get up, ready to excuse myself to go after her but then a gunshot goes off and I snap my attention to the doors of the club, perplexed. There's three gentleman there, two brandishing guns and one with a crossbow. My eyes narrow. Hunters, of course. They're probably intoxicated and deciding they need a good fix. What is up with hunters and liking violence? And they wonder why the Council entrusts such missions to a fairy. We tend to be more level headed about these things.

I roll my eyes and settle back in the seat, not at all intimidated as the men start yelling and laughing, saying they're with the firemarshall and are looking to do some dusting up in the club. Most of the vampires look pissed but some are cowering back in fear. They know that the hunters have stakes and wooden bullets at the ready, along with a nasty looking axe on one hunter's back, just for the beheading. As the waves of vampires start running at the hunters and I know it's about to turn into a free for all in here, I stand and hold out my hand to Amelia. "Trust me?" I know it's a long shot and we just met and she probably already got a taste for how I feel about vampires but I've got no beef with her and I'd hate to see her end up ash tonight.


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