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.
He is everything that man should be and yet that is the part that frightens me in the slightest. For all of his perfections where is that he has his flaws? Momma always said that if something is too good to be true then don't trust it and I was getting more than enough of Erik's vibes to know that something just isn't right.
And yet I cannot stop myself from enjoying his company even as flashing red lights go off in my mind about him. What could there possibly be that is so wrong? My mind tries to wrap around it only to fail as the lingering effects of the alcohol are still weighing heavily. A small laugh is given as he continues to sweep us both gracefully across the floor, keeping myself in check as he twirls me around his finger, only to draw me closer into his body. "Then an old soul you are" The words are spoken lightheartedly.
Blue eyes reach up to him as we continue to move slowly, the songs changing from one to another, and it is when we spin past the wall clock did I realize how late it had gotten. "Oh.. it's getting very late. I have to meet a client in the morning.. I'm sorry.." My voice drops at the end, a rather disappointed tone taking place and a momentary thought of irritation that time just had to slip away from us. Why could we not just dance all night? I do not release my hand from his own so readily though and will only do so as he initiates it, taking a step back once we have finished and a light sigh slips through my lips.
"Would you mind..?" It is a question left hanging in the air as a veiled proposal of his company on my way home. After all, what decent man would let a tipsy woman walk home alone? If he is who I think he is then it is likely that he will not pass the opportunity up. A slight simper tugs at the corner of my rosy lips as my eyes lift from the floor to meet his own finally.