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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life; [Dorian]


Posted on January 06, 2017 by DAREIOS
North

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Dareios sat solemnly in the ornate, blood red chair in the corner of his suite. The thick, dark curtains were drawn, sparing the vampire from the pesky rays of a typical winter afternoon in Sacrosanct. He was bored, awake and alert at an off hour, but confined to the darkness of his expensive hotel room, at least for a few more hours. His slender wrist cocks to the left so he can read the time again. The few minutes he had to himself in between conference meetings in the meeting rooms downtown stairs seemed so little these days. But he appreciated the brief solitude.

The vampire used to enjoy the days and nights he spent away at The Witchery. It was a welcome retreat in the heart of city and away from his delectable brownstone in Anacosta Heights. He used early evening business trips as an excuse to book a room, and usually to wander the city at an hour he rarely had the fortune to do anymore. Sometimes he even indulged himself at the nearby jazz bar, a historic hole-in-the-wall and his only option in Sacrosanct for live blues or jazz music. Luckily for him, the hotel was equipped to house creatures of his kind, though there were limits, of course.

So when he suggested a staff retreat, and for the weekly scheduled commission meeting to be held here, and open to the public, he was surprised when the rest of the city staff seemed disinterested. Luckily he was still the mayor, and few expressed any actual opposition. Thus why he was here now. The day's events were wrapping up. Dareios spent the majority of the early afternoon listening to concerns from residents who showed up to speak at the meeting and shaking hands. His skin burned slightly from having spent so much time in a enclosed room under florescent lights.

By the time he emerges into the lobby, the sun is setting. He lingers near the center of the dimly-lit foyer, staying in the shadows and away from the afternoon sun that stretched across the old, mosaic tiled floor through the structure's handful of windows. He eventually makes his way into the cafe and orders a cafe con leche and waits. The cafe is rich with the intoxicating smell of good coffee. Though Dareios rarely has the stomach for it anymore (he is a vampire after all,) he still sometimes gets a rise out of pretending.

The sky outside is dimming, the clouds thick and purple and the sky is painting the nearby structures in a rich pink hue. Dareios sips at his coffee, trying not to grimace much after each swallow, while weighing the decision to walk out the front door of The Witchery and into the crisp evening air of the city.


Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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