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 October 18, 2016 by Troy Marks
North


The week has certainly been an interesting one. From saving a vampire from hunters to confronting a guy that I'm pretty sure is a centuries old serial killer and meeting a fairy queen and her odd right hand....it certainly wasn't boring. My thoughts have returned to Amelia again and again though. I've wondered how she is, even going so far as to try to look up her phone number but it was a dead end and I knew it would be. I think it was just to feel like I was accomplishing something when really I was just restless and trying to soothe my need to do something.

I hope she's feeling better. I do hope she sticks to her promise to show off her legs. They really are nice legs. She's intriguing to me, probably as much for what she is than anything else but there's no doubt that I wouldn't be going back to meet her and certainly wouldn't have saved her if her personality didn't set her apart from the rest. She's a vampire of a different breed otherwise I would have just wanted to stake her like I have every other vampire I've run across. She is polite and old fashioned and more than that, she believes in humanity. I can tell she's no fresh vampire. She's been around for a while and so to think that she also thinks of humans as something other than food is refreshing and gives me a little hope for her species, if only a little.

I go through my suitcase, throwing shirts and faded jeans to the side that look comfortable and semi-clean. I never usually stay anywhere long enough to bother unpacking. At least the shirt isn't that wrinkled and the jeans actually fit good on my hips. A few holes in them but they look trendy if you ask me. I've been called sexy and hot more times than I can count on my fingers in these jeans so I think they'll do. The shirt is just a collared forest green shirt. Since I have hazel eyes, I've been told green really is my color. Collared makes it fancy right?

As I pull up to her mansion in my 67' Impala, I sigh and look toward the door. Hopefully she didn't forget about our "date." That would be embarrassing. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, I stall only a moment more before I turn off the car and get out, slowly heading up to the door. I knock hesitantly and when the butler answers, he waves me immediately toward the parler where I can already hear the fine lines of Bach playing. I stop in the doorway for a moment, closing my eyes to let the music move through me. She's quite the player. When I reopen my eyes though, my jaw about drops to the floor.

THAT'S what she's wearing? I have to blink a few times to make sure I'm not dreaming. She is a vision in red, her legs well on display along with a lot of other skin that's all too tempting to my very manly hormones. I run a hand through my hair and clear my throat, giving her a sheepish smirk. "You couldn't just stop at showing off the legs, now, could you?"


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