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

brought a knife to a gun fight


Posted on March 03, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
West


       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.



Samantha could hardly fault the white-haired woman for refusing her help with walking. Sam had hardly been a good friend to the woman in the past two years. She'd taken off without warning and showed up in quite the same manner. Anyone would be apprehensive given the circumstances. Still, Samantha remained close to Vhalla and prepared to help should there be any reason that the witch couldn't make it to her home. The walk was slow and steady, and Sam's anxiety seemed to build with every step. She'd never been overly good with drunk people, particularly ones that had a tendency for violence when they were sober. For all she knew, Vhalla would deck her. And she could hardly fault her if she did.

The final push up the stairs and into the apartment had Samantha mildly annoyed at the drunken, shouting woman. Samantha was sure that her neighbors would come out at any moment to give her a piece of her mind, and forcibly, Sam pushed Vhalla into the apartment and onto the couch. She had to get Vhalla at least partially sober if she wanted any attempt at a conversation with her, and it was that that had her going to the kitchen to fetch coffee for the drunken woman. As she waited for the pot to drip, Samantha placed her hands on the counter in an attempt to steady herself. These reunions were harder than she expected them to be. Admittedly, she'd never anticipated that it would be so emotionally draining. She didn't expect to be able to waltz into people's lives once more, but she didn't expect that she would feel so vulnerable during all of them.

She was barely put back together when she pressed the coffee mug into Vhalla's hand, waving off her protest that it wasn't alcohol. "I never actually promised you any," She said gently as she sat on the couch beside her. She watched silently as the witch drank from the mug, trying not to feel the emotions that came from the woman beside her. It was only when she finally spoke that Samantha's blue eyes lifted once more, accepting the question of why she left, and the guilt that accompanied that she hadn't said goodbye. Samantha knew well that she had hurt so many people in her departure, but hearing such raw emotion from the witch hurt her the most. Vhalla so rarely outwardly showed her emotions.

"I... I was very, very broken," Samantha said gently, pausing for a moment to take a long drink of her coffee if only to give herself a chance to gather her thoughts. She hated that she had hurt Vhalla, even unintentionally. She had always been so good to her. Had tried so hard to protect her. And she'd vanished without a trace. "After Aiden died, I just... I realized how much I had been fooled. I trusted Frost blindly. I didn't listen to you, even when you told me my makers weren't in the city. I felt stupid and weak and naive. And I was grieving." She sighed and looked down.

"If I'd have said goodbye, no one would have let me leave. But I just took off. I needed to figure out how to be fae. How to protect myself. And I can," She assured her. "I still took a piece of you with me though." She got up then, grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair. She pulled the dagger out of the inner pocket, placing it on the coffee table as she sat back down. "I kept it with me always so that I was protected. I had... to use it a few times."

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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