

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark

Black Market


What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol


Noah's Ark

Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford



Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

virtue has a veil, vice a mask

Posted on February 09, 2020 by Raven Cain


How could she be a very good familiar if she never caught the man watching her witch in the first place? Whatever small ounce of pride Raven had, it was enough to keep her from admitting that the man had the talent or skill to be so perfectly capable of being undetected. It was nice that Serafina wasn't scolding her for her failure. She appreciated that greatly. Although, why would Serafina get after her in the first place? After all, Azrael was a Dark Hunter and he didn't even catch the man either. Quietly she bickered to herself internally as they left the man in the alleyway. From now on she would be mindful and be more cautious than usual. As they made their way towards the hotel she would look behind them every now and then, just in case there was someone else following them. That was the very last thing they needed right now. Reaching the hotel she obediently followed Serafina eyeing the woman at the front desk, just case she was going to inquire why they were here. This was the first time she had stepped in this particular hotel. Her eyes would roam around finding the hair on the back of her neck stand up, feeling quite uncomfortable. Being in a building like this, she just knew that she didn't belong being in here. As they made it to the particular room for their hotel key, she stopped and stared at Serafina and then back at the door, watching as the LED flashed green.

As Serafina walked into the room she quietly followed after her warily looking around. With a nod she moved away from her witch walking around the table sitting on its side, and the broken lamp, heading towards the other side of the hotel suite. The movement of the curtains fluttering from the open window caught her attention, and he walked towards it frowning. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she noticed drips of blood on the window sill. Slowly she stuck her head out looking around. There was no fire escape nearby so it wasn't like someone was able to climb up our climb out of the window. If anything it would be a very troublesome landing to jump all the way up from where they were. Frowning she took a step backward and away from the window noticing how the trail of blood led over to where Serafina was. As she moved around she noticed a dark green jacket with more blood on it, thrown in the corner of the room. At the bedside table next to the radio clock, she noticed what looked like a ripped up piece of paper, the text looking unfamiliar. Picking it up she heard her witch calling out to her. Heading in her direction she found Serafina standing in the bathroom with the dead figure of the man on the floor. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock as she took a slow approach looking wildly around. The bathroom mirror was shattered with traces of blood in the broken shards. Tilting her head to the side she noticed the blood from that area dripped back outside the bathroom door, most likely the same blood that was over on the window sill. Holding up the paper she handed it over to Serafina.

"Does this text look familiar to you, I found it on the table beside his bed. Maybe the attacker got hurt? This man could have shoved him into the mirror, because that blood over there trails back to that opened window."

Leaning over the dead man she took a few whiffs, noticing that the scent of the man was indeed human. Her eyes would narrow though as she stared at the bowie knife. Reaching out towards the knife she noticed she didn't feel that familiar burn when she was near silver. Moving her hand away from the knife she took a few steps back and took another look around the bathroom. The black clothing didn't show anything that would make her find it familiar, black clothing was quite common...everywhere. Looking over at Serafina she shrugged her shoulders quite uncertain with this whole thing. The answer to their questions was supposed to be here in this hotel. If anything they should be trapping a person and integrating them. Speaking softly she placed her hands within the pocket of her hoodie.

"The blade isn't silver, so anyone could have held it. Can you do your ghost thingy? You know, talk to his ghost? We could find out information about him and maybe who his attacker was?"

Raven Cain.
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