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.

;; death kindly stopped for me


Posted on July 10, 2014 by Ceara Hade
North

Ceara rolled her eyes slightly at Damon's antics. "True." She conceded to the fact that he never stated he was a clean person. However, at least the kill itself was clean, a clean break to the neck with no wound to spill blood all over the alleyway. It meant she wouldn't have to call a cleaning crew of have poor Yolan scrub it up. Though Ceara had removed herself from the shadows that she had been watching the fight in she remained close to it. As if it were some safety zone that included her clawing attempts to remain 'good'. Her hazel eyes regarded Damon with some suspicion, though each time she regarded him the edge of it was less, slowly allowing him to guide her to have what he considered as fun and what her inner demon begged for.

Her gaze shifts to the body of the hunter as Damon presents it before her, the smooth skin of his neck bared, though pale and no longer pulsing with the circulation of blood. There was only a few moments after a body had stopped that the blood kept warm and that opportunity was fading. Ceara was sure that if the hunter had laced his blood with something that they would be able to smell it. She had only heard of such tactics being used, having never come across them herself. However, she had always made it a point not to get involved with a hunter enough to have to kill them. Either way Ceara let her inhibitions fall, her fingers gripping at the hunters clothes though he was well held up by Damon, and sunk her fangs into the crook of the dead man's neck.

The explosion of the crimson liquid in her mouth caused what could only be described as a purr to vibrate through Ceara. She had fed earlier that night but hunter blood, supernatural blood, was much different than human. Each supernatural had their own unique taste and Ceara had tasted all save for hunter and she had to say it was quite delightful- like drinking the sun itself. Beads of the blood gathered around her lips as she drank but otherwise she was a clean feeder. Vampires who simply tore into a meal all for the sake of 'appearance', wasted valuable blood in her opinion. As soon as the blood started to cool in temperature she pulled away with a soft sigh, her head abuzz in pleasure as it always was after supernatural blood.

"It tastes like the sun itself." Ceara wiped at her lips with delicate fingertips to rid the blood from them, licking her fingertips to savor the taste. Her ruby stained lips curled in a smirk as she regarded Damon again. "Is this how you always start the night?" To say he had gained her interest and the demon's inside would probably be an understatement.

Ceara Hade

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality


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