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 October 19, 2015 by DAREIOS
His lingering interest in the witch was at its core, business related. Even if he did find her charming and a bit peculiar. So when she quickly catches his drift about a possible arrangement, his smirk spreads further across his cold, thin lips. Dareios finds a sick interest in watching her squirm, taking in the subtle changes in her eyes and face once she realizes he isn't a panther or a wolf or a snake. It's worse. He's dead. He suppresses a laugh at the thought but the smirk never fades. It's plastered there, the detail he can't hide, a dead giveaway of his full fledged amusement in this situation. But oddly enough, it couldn't be more out of character for the usually quiet and kept-to-himself kind of vampire. Dareios blames it on Ian, and his human blood that is coursing through his veins right now. It's like it's replaced the adrenaline he hasn't felt since he was human. It's intoxicating and clearly, quite dangerous. This is why, after all, Dareios lives by a creed. He's been the kind of night crawler he despises, the kind that prey on others for the fun of it. After decades of abuse, he came clean. He's really not that type anymore. But the fantasy is alive now. It's real. He remembers how good it feels to indulge. To tease. To have such power over someone else. A cold, white hand is drawn to his jawline as the earth vibrates softly under their feet. He watches her, in her defensive stance, and resists the urge to clap in the wake of her quick-witted move. "I'm not here to hurt you, Sorcha. If I wanted to, I would have drained you dry by now." He says, almost nonchalantly. "I am, however, interested in your potions. I believe we could make a good deal of money together, if you would be so obliged." He decides to ignore her obvious question about why he was here, in a rundown industrial part of town at such an hour. She was smarter than to expect an honest answer. Instead, a hand reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer and removes a card. It reads Dareios Auerbach, antiques dealer. On it lists his Anacosta Heights address, a phone number. The offer is raised as he holds out the card, and Dareios watches her intently. Perhaps he revealed himself just to scare her. Or maybe he chose to show her what it was she could be getting into, if she chooses to do business with him. He wasn't so sure in his current state. "I don't want to make you late for your were-friends. If you're interested, my door is always open. Though preferably, in the evening hours." Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl |
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- my soul has never led me wrong - By sorcha on November 17, 2015 at 6:01 PM