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 September 02, 2018 by emerson navarro
North


Emmy is not exactly sure what to think about the man, truthfully he looked more like a boy than anything. He was brazen and bold and it irritated Emmy. She had never liked men like him, men that were cocky and thought the world owed them it's undivided attention. Just once Emmy wished that she could attract the sort of man that was kind, pleasant to be around, and just a ray of sunshine. She wasn't asking to meet only these sorts of men, but one every now and then would be lovely.

However, lately she had met the most interesting crowd. First Levi...now this prick. Yes. Prick. That's what she thought of him. She tried to suggest to him that she might be uncomfortable with his presence but he seemed not to get that memo. In fact, he looked rather pleased at the reaction she had given him. It only made her roll her eyes. "You have no tact or manners, do you?" Surely he didn't. If he did, he would have asked nicely to join her meal. In fact, he might have even asked for her name instead of using a nickname.

While he might enjoy nicknames, she could not stand them. Levi had called her Nicole with the intent of that being her nickname. However, how he managed to guess her middle name was still a mystery to her. But this asshole was calling her Bud Light, something she did not appreciate in the slightest. "You never asked for my name. Instead you so rudely choose to use a nickname...one I particularly hate." She listens to his open admission that he likes nicknames and she cannot help the way her eyes roll. "Well, I'm not a fan of nicknames and I would prefer if you didn't use one on me." Now, would she give him her name? Probably not. He didn't seem like the fellow who deserved her name. And even if she did give it to him, she had a feeling he would still call her Bud Light, no matter how many times she might protest.

She asks him exactly why he had interrupted her lunch and his answer doesn't amuse her at all. Did he just ruin everyone's lunch if he had a fleeting thought or question about them? "Perhaps I just like their club sandwiches..." She pauses a moment as she reflects on how to tactfully try to maneuver this conversation in another direction. "That still does not give you the right to ruin my lunch. I like eating alone." Well, that wasn't exactly true. She didn't mind having company...but it was his company that she was questioning.

He gives her the freedom to leave and Emmy pauses for a moment and contemplates taking him up on that offer. And yet, she still did not have her lunch and she could feel the rumble of her belly. Singing in the park with no breakfast had made her quite hungry. And so, she silently decided that she would take her meal to go as soon as it arrived.

But what he says next has her eyes looking up at him, almost through him. He perceives her to be hostile and she shakes her head. "The proper term is defensive. You invited yourself into my meal. What did you expect? Me to just welcome your insults and lack of charm?" Perhaps if he had come up and simply asked to join her, this conversation might have gone a completely different way. Did she regret coming off as defensive to him? No. Not in the least bit.

The waitress finally comes back with her club and glass of water and she immediately takes along drink of her water to cool off. She eyes the Bud Light sitting there and she is ashamed she will waste such a drink. She never wanted it to begin with. Before the waitress can leave, however, she calls out to her. "Excuse me, ma'am. Can I get a to-go box and my check?" She would much rather just pay for her food and exit. However, something told her this stranger was not going to make that easy for her.



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