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 November 11, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
North


I can feel the tension slowly mounting in the room. First there's the group that Raven and Tobi is a part of. Tobi is bowing up to a teenager I'm fairly sure is a strong vampire. And then there's the raging hormones going on by the door where the witch, Davante, and a hunter are. Even as Davante approaches to ask the witch to dance, the hunter steps between them with that intimidating stance I hate so much and with the way he's staring down Davante, I can only assume he's daring him to step up. I chew on my bottom lip cause I'm pretty sure Davante wouldn't hesitate to do just that. I remember well how he stood ready to take on those guys at the bar and how he told me to run so he can stop the ones who followed us home that night. I never asked what became of them. I'm too afraid to ask.

When another guy walks in, I glance over, slightly envious of his wavy blonde hair that falls just over his eyes, as good as any mask. He walks past Raven and I can just make out the remark he makes about her back end, enough to made my eyes go wide as saucers as I gulp. I know Raven can handle herself but do guys really say things like that? Is it supposed to be a compliment? I scowl, brows furrowing as I look down at my thighs, my cheeks heating. As he makes his way to the bar, I swivel on the stool so that I'm facing more away from him, my shy meter cranked up to twelve thousand. I can sense him behind me, my nerves at an all time high. I swear if he tocuhes me, I'm going to shoot right through the roof. Either that or faint from fear. There's an air of dominance wafting off of him like a siren, my body shriveling even more in reaction.

When I do finally look up from my thighs to glance at him meekly, he flashes a smile that seems more sinister than kind. A shudder runs down my spine in response as I hurridly look away. When he speaks, his voice is warm like fresh turned butter but my animal senses are telling me it's all a facade, caramel to smooth over the sharp forked tongue underneath. I clear my throat, trying to find my voice as I stare stead fastly at my shoes now.

"I'm not hiding. Just...observing."

It's the best I could come up with. When a feminine voice speaks, I turn to the blonde woman with an exhale of relief, feeling more safe in her presence than the male's. My eyes widen slightly when she insists that she knows me and I find myself leaning toward her somewhat, eager to hear more. She brings up the day I fed a poor family and I can't help the small smile that paints my lips. Of course, the other were who I sat on a bench with. I never figured out what kind of were she was but I remember how envious I was of her beautiful accent. Her next question reminds me a little too much of the man's behind me. I shift uncomfortably on my stool at the reminder that he's still there before I try again for a softer expression, urging myself to focus on her so I don't completely lose my mind.

"I'm not thirsty and I don't know many people here."

I shrug slightly as if that makes everything okay. When she looks back at me after a few minutes and says something about picking, my cheeks flare to life when I realize that she's talking about Davante, my eyes widening as my lips part slightly into an o of surprise. I shrivel down even further as I shake my head vehemently.

"Oh no, I don't...dance. Um...sure?"

I hope she'll figure out that I'm saying yes to the drink. There's no way I could go out on that floor and try to dance since I've never done such a thing and Davante? He probably wants nothing more to do with me after our run in at the bar. He was playing the knight in shining armor when he walked me home, that's it. I watch with envy as she downs her drink and orders another, clearing my throat again as I start looking around the room again, content to watch other people having fun so maybe I can pick up a thing or two about socializing in civilization. When I notice two people walking toward me in the crowd, I can't help but perk up a little, instantly recognizing Raven and Tobi. When she gives me a soft grin, I smile back in response, the gesture easy when it comes to her. Raven is the closest thing to pack I have. She's my best friend and she's protected me more times than I can count. I owe her so much.

When she turns to the guy at the bar, I watch with shock and bewilderment as she suddenly braces herself and raises her hand to slap him. My eyes are saucers once again, not quite understanding. But then her words put it together for me, well, sort of. So I guess what he said wasn't a compliment, at least not to Raven. When she reaches her hand out to me, I take it without hesitation, looking up at her questioningly even as I stand and follow. I do manage to turn my head to give the blonde were a wave and smile.

"See you around!"

I call out to her as Raven pulls me from the bar. I'm not quite sure where we're going but I trust Raven and I'm sure she's doing this to protect me, like she always does. I turn to my companion as she tells me I look nice and I blush slightly at her compliment.

"Thank you."

I manage softly as I look at my feet. I note her squirm suddenly and my senses go up a few notches, able to pick up on the subtle scent of blood pretty readily. I glance at Raven sharply, wondering how she's linked to it as we head toward the doors where the hunter, Davante and the witch are. I duck my head, suddenly feeling young and shy, a girl being pulled around by her hand. Raven releases my hand to put her hands on her hips, introducing us to the witch as Serafina though my brows lift in surprise when she emphasizes that she's her witch. What does that mean? I tilt my head, glancing at Tobi, wondering if he knows before I look back at Raven, the silent question in my eyes. Why does a witch need a were to protect her? Isn't that a little close to being a pet? I had always heard that was the worst fate for a were, to be enslaved to someone else's whims. Did Raven choose this? I don't understand.

I tune back in as Raven asks who hurt Serafina and I glance anxiously between the hunter and Davante, my shoulders hunched and my body stiff, unsure of my place in all this. I don't feel comfortable being this close to a hunter since I know they mean danger and I feel almost wrong like I interrupted something between Davante and Serafina. Would she have danced with him if we hadn't come over here? And then I feel rather than see antoher presence. Glancing around, I see the mystifying were from the bar earlier and the green eyed man in pursuit. She has a knife in her hand and I take a step back instinctively, eying her and the knife in puzzlement. What are they doing here? Are they going to hurt Raven? My hands clench into fists. I can feel my shield wrapping around my body, ready to spread to the others if need be. OF course my targets would be Tobi, Raven, and Davante, since they're the only ones I really care to protect. I glance at her and the man meekly but behind that submission is a raging fire to defend my friends.





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