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.

Falling Into My Condition


Posted on July 06, 2014 by Aaron Helmsley
North

He grins as she validates his conclusion of what she was. His eyes darted off around them, taking another quick look around the Voodoo Room. Her arms fold across her chest and blue eyes fall quickly back on her. Intently watching her as she bites gently down against her lip and looks back at him. A large smile cracks at her humorous display. Shaking his head, blonde strands sway against both sides of his pale face. A rough hand reaches up, pushing his locks back once more. "Gotta get good at picking the right and wrong food groups." A chuckle spilled out after his words, however true they may be for a Vampire, the conversation had been kept pretty light thus far.


His smile fades and blues fall onto the bottle she begins securing. What, no more whiskey now? He watches her closely, like a child who'd just been scolded and had their favorite toy taken away. She draws the bottle towards her chest; of course his eyes begin to shift away from the bottle itself. His smile returns as she leans in and purrs over to him. Immediately she's up, he sits back against the booth, watching as she struts away. His head turns as the barkeep hollers out to her, blue eyes shift back over to Andy and he laughs at her gesture. He shakes his head to himself, his eyes keenly still fixed on the brunette beauty. She spins at the door and their eyes meet. He can't help but smile all the while thinking to himself one simple four letter word; fuck.


He slides out from their booth, looking over towards the loud barkeep ranting on to a coworker about Andy's departure. A chuckle couldn't help but fall from his lips as he moves towards the exit. Before pushing the door open he looks back towards the Hunter, still seated. A rough hand pushes against the door, opening it out into the night air. He draws in a deep breath as he walks over to Andy, her finger tips running over the bike. She blows him a kiss, her approval of the black and chrome iron horse. His Softail wasn't necessarily a touring bike, it was more of a 'bar hopping' bike. To him the Softail was much more refined and curvaceous then the average touring bike. It was the kind of bike you'd just as soon set as a piece in your living room, not a garage where you'd only take her out to look pretty on occasion. His bike was an extension of the way he liked his women; beautiful, dark, shiny, sexy, strong. He reached up to his shoulder, sliding his leather jacket off as Andy spoke out to him. A sly smile grew on his lips as he slowly removed his jacket, placing it in his left hand as he moved closer to the brunette. His right hand reached out to her, his palm working its way to her side as his fingertips traced gently around her ribs to her back. He drew her a little closer before leaning in and whispering. "So certain I'd give you either?"


Slowly he'd draw himself away from her, holding his left hand out for her to take his jacket, smirk gleaming across his face. He didn't really need his jacket for warmth or protection against the wind once they were riding, but she did. His jacket served him another purpose besides him just liking it; most of what he needed was in there. Each inner pocket held a steel flask and his bill fold and key fob were kept with the empty flask on the right side. Without his jacket he was left with his tightly worn solid black t-shirt. It wrapped around him comfortably and showed each curve of his muscle hidden beneath it. On top of his right wrist was a set of three letters, tattooed and faded against his skin, AVA.


He smiled, leaning down and over the bike to set the pegs down for her. Standing up he threw his leg over the bike and sat down gently resting both feet underneath him. His left leg drew up the kickstand, he turned and looked back at Andy knowing he wouldn't have to tell her to hop on. He started the bike, engine purring as she sparked to life. He revved the engine, waiting for her arms to snake around him. Where they would be off to; he had no idea, but that was half the fun in itself.


Aaron Helmsley
I sold my soul... just so I could feel paid.
I broke my heart... so I couldn't feel pain.
I lost my faith... 'cause I can't justify the weight.
I've got no hope... that's only for losers and fakes.