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.

You've got your ball, you've got your chain


Posted on December 19, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
North
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

The exterior of the Witchery had been enough to mold my opinion of the establishment. From its lavish décor to the very way it seemed to sit astride the asphalt where it was built, the building loomed not necessarily ominously but with an unmistakable presence challenged by none. The interior was different only in that whoever had assumed head decorator, which I could only presume to believe was the owner, exuded prestige and class. I took my time inspecting the foyer, curious to what it might hold until I had garnered enough attention that I would need to introduce myself and state my claim to the head of the hotel. The receptionist offered me an accompanied walk to Ms.Metcalf's office, but it wasn't before I was able to sneak a look to the dining area. With a pang of interest, I realized I would have been very happy to slip away from the receptionist and explore the Kitchen portion of the dining area. The menu on the wall listed beside the doors would have to be satisfactory; the listing wasn't enough to make me content. There was a great variety, but it seemed as if the menu didn't compliment the elitist feel of the Witchery. Perhaps there was a reason, but whatever the reason it didn't seem entirely appropriate to mention to the woman I had come to see.

With her office doors brazenly opened at the hands of the receptionist who meant to hand me off to Ms. Metcalf, she turned on her heel very quickly as if cowering from who she might find within the confines of the office. This gesture elicits the slow rise of one of my arched eyebrows and a gentle follow of her exit with my eyes. Instead of lingering there though, I turned my attention to the immaculate woman before me. Everything about her screamed perfection in a way that I wasn't accustomed to, unless it had involved a high level of class, esteem, or etiquette, and most individuals I knew or interacted with on a regular basis didn't have an abundance of the above. It is rather evident, though, that this meeting will be excruciatingly calculating and judgmental; would I have expected any less? No, I wouldn't, and with a manner eager to express my relative immunity to callous or shrewd behavior, I offered an outstretched, delicate hand to meet hers with a grip that rivaled most business men. Rowena's grip was equally strong, a surprise that I should have expected with her commanding presence.

"Elenore Dorian, likewise."

The words were offered in a reciprocal tone, mirroring that of Rowena's purr. Without so much as a pause, I found myself sliding gracefully into one of the leather chairs in front of her own leather perch that allowed me to cross my legs and sit in an artfully poised way.

Why was I here? There were a great many ways to answer that question. One, I needed a job. Two, her menu was atrocious. Three, my kind and generous (ha) brother had mentioned that it might be a place where I could thrive. The first answer struck me as ardent as a snail; boring, slow, and probably misinterpreted as unintelligence. The second was a different sort of tactic, one that I would probably use as I knew my areas of expertise in a kitchen outshined many. And the last? Davante had mentioned his brief stay after the ... eruption, of his apartment but until I knew how she had encountered my enigmatic and rather outlandish brother, it was better to keep his name out of our conversation. Granted, there were not too many who looked as similar as he and I, nor many who spoke with the accent that touched our voices. And so, perhaps the choice of recognition was all hers.

"Originally I had intended on handing you a resume," I started to say, finding myself sitting calmly without the desire to fidget. What was it about authority and those who commanded it that I enjoyed? "Your menu is lacking. Instead of giving you a resume, I want to show you what I can do in a kitchen to grow your business. My skills are refined elsewhere too, so I could give you a resume but I think you'll find yourself pleasantly surprised."







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