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.
audette rousseau
It was sweet, really, that the stranger was concerned for her welfare enough to ensure she was capable of returning home safely. A small simper crossed the features of the young French girl, even though she suspected the men who had held him up were unlikely to come after her. Frankly, she was somewhat worried they were in the state to even get themselves home, much less to follow her. Audette hardly saw a reason to voice this thought, however, the girl instead focused upon ensuring her bleeding companion got some form of medical help with the hospitals so off-limits. She watched as the man tightly gripped his arm, the danseur admittedly rather worried of his welfare, even despite his insistence otherwise. Audette paused in her step only as he did, the man ripping the very fabric of his shirt only to tie it in some makeshift bandage. He seemed so determined to do it himself that he hardly bothered to even ask for help, despite the way the French girl so hovered at the ready. She wasn't sure if it was enough to draw away the scent of his blood but...luckily the sun in the sky helped to persuade the worst of those vampires that might feast upon the pair of fae. The walk was hardly even a minute longer than Audette had estimated, the girl soon leading the way up a short set of stairs and into her apartment building.
With ease, Audette gestured as she led him straight towards her door, only to hold it open for her newfound guest. Audette hardly bothered to pause as she glanced behind her shoulder, informing him that she had every intention of fixing his arm correctly. Really! A torn shirt simply would not do. That soft sigh was altogether ignored by the girl - the young woman already in her bathroom digging through her things for her plethora of bandages. Being a dancer, she had her fair share of 'first aid', even if it was more like a regular accessory at this point. Nevertheless, the French woman quickly returned with all the necessities required, the girl depositing them upon her rather small dining room table as she gestured for him to take a seat before her. Diligently, her fingers reached out for that makeshift bandage, the girl pulling the cloth away to study the wound that afflicted him. The bullet had, thankfully, only just grazed the man, that bleeding still sufficient enough that it was worrisome and yet, he would be more than okay. A small frown fluttered across her features, her clove colored irises shifted only at the sound of his voice. Soft laughter left her lips before she waved off his concern with a flick of her hand.