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.
She wasn't really doing a good job of convincing me she was okay with me walking her home but she didn't tell me no so I guess that's something. Was it the sigh that gave it away? I watched as she thanked the bartender like an old friend and carefully made her way to the door. I kept myself close in case she lost her balance but it was hard to find that line between looking creepy like I want to touch her and giving her so much space that it's like she disgusts me. That last one certainly wasn't the case. The woman was hauntingly beautiful, but she definitely had secrets. Did I really need that in my life? Probably not, but then again, maybe it would be a good distraction from the shit hole that was my life lately. When Emmy suddenly stopped outside the bar and turned to face me, I pulled up short and almost stumbled, catching the wall with my hand while I furrowed my brows in question. I definitely wasn't expecting her to say she'd been living on the street. For a moment, I was frozen, left blinking as I tried to process it. How could a girl like her be homeless? She wasn't unkempt and trashy looking like one would expect. I could tell she didn't exactly want to share that information with me. Guess she didn't want me to just walk her to an alley and wonder why she didn't give me a house number or something. Then again, I probably would have just thought she considered me a creep and didn't want me to know where she lived. I watched, still speechless, as she ran a hand through her hair and said that she lived in a tent beneath the bridge. Glancing down at the sidewalk, I put my hands in my pockets and slowly licked my lips as I tried to take it all in. So she was really homeless? "Huh." Was all I could think of to say at first. Her next words really made my chest tighten though and that's what finally spurred me to lift my gaze and find words. "What? Why would that make me run? Do I seem that shallow?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth though, I couldn't help but shake my head with a small chuckle as I held my hand up. "You know what? Don't answer that, cause it probably wouldn't help my argument." My face sobered as I searched her expression for a moment. "No, I'm not running, Emmy. I'm sure you can handle yourself, but what if you don't have to?" Sighing, I ran a hand through my own hair this time as I looked back at the ground, feeling sheepish for a minute as I slowly chose my words. "At least for tonight, could you come to my hotel? I just...I can't stand the idea of you sleeping out on the street after you've been drinking." Trying to guess where her own thoughts might go, I quickly put up my hands in surrender. "Nothing will happen. I'm not expecting any favors. I just...I would sleep better knowing you passed out in a bed behind a locked door...." My brows furrowed again as my voice trailed off. I could already imagine the leeches that roamed beneath that bridge at night, who might think a drunk girl is easy prey. It made my neck hair stand up to even think about it. |