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;


Posted on January 19, 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 was used to being spotted in public these days. Most of the citizens of this fine city merely stared at him, or snapped inconspicuous photos from the sidewalk or inside a restaurant. Some asked for a selfie. Some shouted racial slurs. So when the fae approached him, the vampire was good and ready and had turned on his charm. But as their conversation continued, Dareios realized that this person in front of him didn't care very much that he was talking to the mayor of Sacrosanct. There was some relief in that. It had been some time since Dareios could talk to someone else as merely himself and not as a representative of this ambiguous persona he became when he gave speeches or tried to pass ordinances or was forced to play along in silly morning television segments.

The vampire breathed a low sigh of relief as the two shook hands, and did his best to relax within his own skin. "Naples, lovely." Dareios said as he placed his hands back into the pockets of his trousers. The vampire would be lying too if he said he wasn't intrigued by this fae man. He was cool, calm and collected, and delectably good looking. Not that Dareios was looking at him in a romantic way. But he hadn't met another person he was this curious about in sometime. Perhaps he could use the distraction of decent conversation after such a long day.

"Dorian, it's fine to meet you." He said, smiling wildly at him. The vampire digs in his pocket for a card, and flicks it toward the fae in between two fingers. On it read his name in a bold font, with his address and phone number inscribed under the title, "antiques dealer." "You should come by my showroom sometime. See if there's anything in the lot that catches your fancy."

When Dorian mentions the drain that becomes of these senseless gala events, Dareios flashes his a sharp smirk and rolls his eyes in exaggeration. He teeters back and forth on his heels and the palm of his feet in anticipation. "So tell me, what brought you to the great city of Sacrosanct? Do you live here, or just passing through?" He says, words laced in his Irish accent.

When Dorian offers to escort him to this new cafe, Dareios considers it with a lone raised eyebrow. His dark eyes search the lobby for any signs of his security tails, and holds up one slender finger to the fae as he reaches for his phone. In a quick text message, he shares his upcoming whereabouts with his team, then slides the phone back into his breast pocket. It was annoying, of course, for a team of dark hunters and vampires to know his whereabouts at all times. But it was also rather practical, given his public position. "I apologize. These blokes need to know where I am at all times." He says with a hint of agitation in his voice. "But please, lead the way."

Dareios took one last admiring glance of the Witchery's grand lobby as they moved through its ancient, heavy front doors and onto the city street on a cool night. Their short stroll was a quiet one, but Dareios' mind was busy taking in the subtle details of his new friend. He watched as the fae fiddled with a ring on his left hand, the one usually reserved for marriage. He wondered briefly if there was someone in his life. Once they arrived at the cafe, he smiled at Dorian as they made their way toward the back of the line. He stood coolly in the man's company, his gaze taking in the decor of the charming eatery. When Dorian suggests they bypass the line, Dareios raises both hands and prods them off. "No, no. We can wait just like everyone else." He says curtly. "How did you know about this place?


Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl


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