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.
I scowl as he speaks, my brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not my name." I murmur, still thinking I'm walking a line between getting him mad or not. I'm sure he remembers my name since I just said it a few minutes ago. His memory can't be that bad, can it? It doesn't occur to me that this might be something other than him just mixing up my name with someone else's. He hesitates for a moment before his hand disappears again and when it starts to pull out the cigarette pack, my nose wrinkles automatically. "You're going to kill yourself with those." I find myself saying softly even as he slips the pack back into his pocket. One brow lifts in suprise that he's not going to smoke one anyway. Sure, they disgust me, but that's never bothered anyone enough to stop what they're doing. He's...odd to me. Even so, he ends up with a cigarette between his lips. I try not to look too disgruntled since he did save me. He does end up lighting it too and I note the look he gives me as he does it, my own gaze falling to the ground instinctively, submitting to his will since I wouldn't know how to fight back anyway. He starts following me toward where the house is and somehow, it makes me feel a little safer, knowing he's there. I don't know why he feels he needs to do these things for me but somehow they feel...nice. I've never had someone to offer to do things for me, not till Raven. She's not always there though and I'm learning to be more independent, it's just taking some time. He answers back to my comment about the kiss and I feel my body tense and then shudder. He didn't sound overly disgusted or anything when he said it but just the term bestiality doesn't set right with me. Is he trying to hint at how revolting his kind must find me? I get it that he's probably just trying to comfort me, letting me know that he expects nothing and I should feel relieved but somehow it makes me hug my arms a little tighter around myself as I walk, as if I suddenly feel a cool breeze. "Well that's...good, I guess." I manage to mumble in reply, trying not to show the hurt in my voice. I know deep inside that he wasn't trying to hurt my feelings and yet somehow it still stings. At some point he drops the cigarette and I feel that I can breathe easier when the smoke finally leaves the air in our vicinity. I glance up momentarily at his question before turning my gaze back to the road ahead. "No, it's just another two blocks up ahead. I'm sorry...for making you walk." I feel guilty for his question, like he's asking because his feet are tired or something. That might not be the reason at all but ever since he saved me when he didn't have to, I feel an obligation to make his life as easy as I can, at least for the next five minutes that he walks with me. I feel like a burden on his shoulders, holding him back. Just what I need, someone else to resent me. |