West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on January 09, 2017 by DAREIOS
West




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



Given the diverse and generous applications and technology at Dareios' disposal (both from the local government and his own high-tech security operations), it wouldn't have been difficult for the vampire to have found Sorcha, if had he, indeed, wanted to to find her after her sudden departure. Dareios was a natural sleuth, addicted to researching and reading, and above all, the hunt of finding something that wasn't right in plain view. That was, after all, why he had taken on riskier ventures, like's Frost's quest to find that amulet. There were several moments after Sorcha had left town when he thought seriously about sending someone after her. It wasn't as possessive as it was just him giving in to his curiosity. Dareios always enjoyed the witch's company. He found her to be quirky yet intelligent, gifted in her own right and generally, just a joy to be around. It seemed strange for her to desert the life she was building here so unannounced. Thus, the thought of finding her weighed heavily on him for a short time.

But life had changed so much in that same period. Dareios had put much of his business on the back burner while he sought an elected position. The abrupt ending of Sorcha's supply had been annoying, of course, but barely a blip on the radar in the grand scheme of things. His business continued to be rather robust, despite some scale backs, and his successful campaign led him into the mayor's office. Sorcha's whereabouts, which did surface to the forefront of his mind upon occasion, continued to drift further from view.

But the vampire would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to see the familiar witch now, and in such good spirits. Perhaps if he were alive, he would have felt a tightness in gut and a quickened heart beat when the witch threw her arms around his neck. Dareios was clearly startled by her energetic embrace, stumbling back a step as their bodies collided, but he emitted a light-hearted, gruff laugh and folded his arms neatly around her back, allowing his tall and lean frame to press gingerly into hers. The vampire can feel the warm rush of blood coursing through her veins. He can feel and hear the staccato-like drum of her heartbeat in his ears and against his own chest. He swallows hard as his predatory instincts slowly bubble to the surface, but he fights back the urge to do anything more than just enjoy the sensation of being close to an old friend. Dareios had mastered the art of self control a long time ago.

The embrace ends and the vampire watches Sorcha with interest as her exuberant expression melts into something more in line with concern. She takes his hands within her own and again, he is surprised by her forwardness, but does nothing to remedy the situation. Instead, his cold, dead fingers intertwine easily with her own. He stares down at their hands for a long moment, remarking internally at the stark differences in them. Her warmth is intoxicating.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Sorcha. Not unless you want to." He interjects softly, his dark gaze drifting from their hands back to her face. He offers her a sheepish grin, letting go of Sorcha's right hand to allow his fingers to cup gently along her jawline, for just a moment. "I trust you and I know you must have your reasons. I just hope you know that if you ever needed anything, I would be glad to help in any way I can."

A scurrying sound echoing off the damp, alleyway walls distracts the vampire, and his gaze shifts to monitor their immediate surroundings. He sees nothing but a lone alley cat trotting its way toward the harbor. "So where are you headed?" He asks innocently, taking a moment to consider the late hour and his dwindling availability of time. He he wasn't home soon, he knew his security detail would find him and escort him home immediately. "Can I walk you?"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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