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.

that doesn't sound very fun at all


Posted on November 23, 2017 by Taylor Dixon
North


For a brief minute, he thought she might actually know someone in here, the way her gaze swept over the people present. She even paused at a table of women and he saw her features change, as if to be friendly. He was going to let down his guard, stop watching over her like some creepy overprotective boyfriend, but then that stupid guy had to stand up and go over like he actually had a shot or something. Who knows? Maybe she's into older big guys. But most likely not. Besides, he was drunk and looked the obnoxious type. Not that Taylor couldn't be his own version of obnoxious when he had a few too many. But at least he was a friendly drunk. He might approach a woman but when she rejected him, he would laugh it off and make a joke of himself for all to see. He was the kind that didn't mind getting laughed at cause he did it all the time. Guess that's what happens when you grow up being called a disappointment and failure by your parents every day. Well, his dad anyway. His mom would probably always call him her baby boy but his dad was the hard to please one.

The girl seemed unsure, her eyes darting from the table of women to the bar as if she might want a drink but she must have decided against it cause she didn't move. In fact, it was like she was frozen to that spot by the door. But that was about to change. As the man approached her, Taylor saw her tense up and that flicker of fear in her eyes was his calling card. Like a weakling superman in training, he hated to see any woman made uncomfortable or fearful, especially of a man. That was how he got into most bar brawls, over a woman that was out of her comfort zone. She tried to pull away from him, telling him get away from her as he went to put his arm around her. Taylor's head tilted as the door suddenly flew open. For a second, he thought maybe the real Superman had arrived, here to punch the guy into the next oblivion and save the girl. But alas, there was no one there and he was left puzzled as to how a door suddenly opens up on its own. Not the mention the wind that came in with it, sweeping in newspapers and discarded paper cups and such. He was still in mid standing mode though, ready to save the day, or at least go down trying.

He finished off his drink, knowing he'd need more than the four hours of sleep he got last night to take on this brawny man. He looked like he might work out or something. Not that Taylor was weak or anything, but he didn't make a habit of going head to head with guys three times his size. If anything, the man could probably just sit on him if he felt like it and bring an ironic end to Taylor's life. But as the man turned to look at him when he called out, he noticed the woman quick to move now, sidling away from the guy and making her way over to him. She even leaned in to take his arm like she knew him, telling him she didn't see him when she came in. He offered a friendly smile in response, only a little faltered but he was trying to play along. His hazel eyes lightened, wanting her to know that he had no ill intentions. Meanwhile the guy shook his head with a grunt of disappointment and made his way back to his friends. They were all booing and hissing like it was a bad performance on stage or something but that was the least of Taylor's concerns. Now he had to figure out what to do now that the girl had approached him.

She leaned in to whisper a thank you and he smiled more genuinely this time, nodding as he took a seat at the bar again. "No problem. Want a drink?" Figured he might as well ask. He noted over his shoulder that some guys had already pushed the doors back closed, waiting to see if the wind would kick up again but it seemed pretty calm out there now. Odd, but wouldn't be the first time the weather's gotten unpredictable. He turned to hold out his hand to her, realizing he hadn't even introduced himself. "Name's Taylor, by the way. Not meaning to pry into your business or anything but why would you come in here without someone to meet? Or did they stand you up or are late all the time or something? I don't mind waiting with you if you want so no one bothers you." He got the bartender's attention while he was talking so he wasn't staring at her uncomfortably or anything like that. He ordered a rum and coke for himself and nudged his head to her. "And whatever the lady wants."

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