North

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.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

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.

The VooDoo Room

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.

The Witchery

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.

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Posted on June 26, 2017 by Malia Tate
North


The woman was smiling. Malia didn't know what she was so happy about but she looked almost blissful as she turned her head just for a moment to smile at the man sitting in the passenger seat. He smiled back at her and Malia glanced down, noticing for the first time that their hands were entwined on the console between them. The man gave the woman's hand a squeeze as if to let her know that everything was okay. It gave Malia a light happy feeling in her heart. Then the woman looked up and her gaze met Malia's in the rearview mirror. There was so much love and affection in that gaze, like a mother looking at her daughter and seeing the whole world laid out before her. And then the woman tensed and their hands broke apart as she grasped the wheel. There was a shriek and a scream. Malia thought it could have been her. The man was bracing himself, his hand reaching back for Malia as if to hold her and protect her from whatever came next. She saw the terror reflected in his sky blue eyes....and then darkness.

She sprang up in bed with a huge gasp for air, her body drenched in cold sweat as she pulled the covers closer around her. Her pillow was in her mouth as if to keep her from screaming out loud but she'd already ripped a hole in it, just like the ten before it. She'd been replacing them as she could so Frost wouldn't notice. She didn't want to trouble him with the nightmares. They were getting more and move vivid every night, it seemed. Every time she slipped into that dream, a new detail would make itself known. The man's eyes, the woman's smile, their hands clasped between them. Even the woman's scream was getting more familiar, like she would recognize that voice if she ever heard it again. Not to say that she expected to. Malia figured the man and woman from that dream were dead. It had to have been a car accident...but how did she survive? Was it because she was a were? Did she just heal from her wounds?

Every clue seems to point to the man and the woman being her parents but if so, shouldn't they have been weres too? Why didn't they heal? Each time she woke from the dream, she was rattled with more and more questions and seemingly no answers. The frustration was killing her. She leapt out of bed with a growl and grabbed some clothes, throwing them on as she took off down the stairs and out the house. It was still dark outside but she could feel the cool chill of morning coming. She found herself walking into the richer part of town. Not that Frost was poor by any means, but he certainly didn't have the indoor swimming pools and acreage of some of the places out this way. She didn't have a destination in mind so she just kept walking, not caring who saw her. She had no control over the dreams or the fact that she couldn't remember who she was, not really. She didn't know her real name, the name given to her by her parents. She didn't know their names.

She wanted to know more about herself but she didn't know where to begin. Soon enough she found herself at a playground. Of course there was no one else around but the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. Sighing, she walked onto the sand and plopped down on the swingset, her legs rocking slowly back and forth as she got lost in her thoughts again. Maybe she'd go hunt something. That always made her feel better, at least for a little while.


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