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.

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Posted on September 30, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
North


I've never understood the appeal of a fight. My dad had a temper and he loved to get into confrontations. I once saw him spit in a younger guy's face just for accidentally shouldering him as he walked by. He was always up for a good brawl. It was almost tradition for the guys to shift and hold spars on Saturday nights. They would rip into each other until one of them surrendered. My dad was known for showing no mercy. Even as his opponent cried out in surrender, he would still keep attacking until someone physically pulled him away. I only ever watched one of those fights and from then on, I avoided the area like the plague.

I don't understand fights just as I will never understand why someone would want to put nasty stuff in their mouth. The cigarette in his hand smells atrocious so I can only assume it tastes even worse. He seemed almost disappointed about leaving the bar which makes me wonder if he plans on going back later. I think of those men and the hate in their eyes and I shudder. He suddenly cracks up laughing and I take a step back, brows rising in surprise and uncertainty as my body tenses. Then he drops the cigarette and puts it out, telling me that he's used to taking care of problems. I scowl and shrug.

"I don't know you though. You hold no liability for me."

When I mention my lack of trust in cars, he seems amused. For a second, he looks like he's going to laugh again. He does manage to give me his name though. Davante. I say it over and over again in my head, trying to commit it to memory. The second name he gives must be his last name. Davante Dorian.
He mentions that he's heard weres don't really care for names. I shrug in response. I guess it's not so important as other things, like smell and sensing your level of trustworthiness and personality. I scowl again though when he mentions needing my name for future trouble.

"Alexis Wilde."

I I look down, hunching my shoulders submissively.

"I don't plan on running into trouble so you don't have to feel obliged to remember it."

The truth is, we may never see each other again after tonight. It's not like I've ever seen him before. Raven is usually my go-to for trouble cause she always seems to have the answers. Besides, the last thing I need is someone risking themselves for me. I offer him a shy smile.

"Thank you for what you did, Davante. It really means a lot."



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