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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Dareios moves gracefully through the shadows of his poorly lit home, gliding almost as he guides his guest into a sitting room and out of the cold foyer at the entrance to his immaculate brownstone. The room is cozy and quiet. The details of the various antique furniture and shelving aren't quite as elaborate as what the vampire had picked for his coveted office and library, an adjacent space Sorcha had visited before, but this smaller room was nearly just as delectable. If nothing else, Dareios prided himself on his general good and classic taste. Perhaps that's why his furniture business was so lucrative. Even if he had many, many years to perfect his business acumen, charm and finesse were based on instinct, not practice, and could not be so easily replicated. The vampire takes Sorcha's playful banter in good spirits, smiling and scoffing at the comment about his age and even returning her clever wink with one of his own. "I like to think of myself similar to a fine wine...." He says nonchalantly, allowing his voice to trail off before he took a seat in a plush blood red chair near the stained-glass window. "I get better with age." He said flirtatiously, bringing his hands together in his lap. Dareios watches the witch as she moves idly around the room. He takes careful note of the detail in her wrist as her hand lingers delicately on the back of a leather chair. When he starts to hear her heartbeat in his ears, he stands quickly and looks away. "Yes, I can cook. Quite well, I think." He said, far from boasting by the tone in his voice. Like everything else, he'd had a lot of time to practice. And like his long list of other hobbies, Dareios was determined to be the best he could be at it. It wasn't his fault his brain wired him to be a perfectionist. He watches curiously as Sorcha saunters over, linking her arm in his. Her touch feels so warm, so alive, it felt so foreign that if he too, were a traditional living, breathing creature, he imagined their intimate collision would have brought goosebumps to the back of his neck. "How do you feel about pasta?" He asks, taking a step forward to lead the way toward the kitchen. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |