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 January 02, 2015 by Erik Tolgan
North


I don't know what brings me to this bar tonight but something about the smoky atmosphere is comforting in the afterthought that I was miserably failing in tracking tonight. I though I caught a whiff of his undeniable scent tonight while I was walking through the park and immediately my revenge flurry kicked in. I followed it all the way to a house and for a solid minute, I thought I tasted success, finality, the end of this 50 year stretch of dread. I thought I could at last lay the memories to rest of my precious Alice, the prodigy who was with me for almost 300 years, the one who understood me almost better than anyone. Not better than Taru, but it was a close second. She was my best friend, lover, my closest confidante. I could trust her with anything and he took her from me, that motherfucking hunter. Now I hunt him until he breathes no more.

It was an easy goal when I first decided on it 50 years ago. Find the hunter, torture the hunter, kill the hunter. Make him pay. But he's been a hard one to keep track of, always seeming to be ten steps ahead of me. I could smell him in every town I visited but he had always already moved on to the next town. And in his wake, he left nothing but ash. He killed vampires and weres alike, every a few faeries who took his fancy. There was no routine to his killings, merely random acts of violence which makes me think he enjoys their pain. But I could care less about that. I only care that he goes six feet under just like she did, that he tastes the true death just as Alice did.

But tonight I had failed miserably for he was not in that house. There was naught but a drunken human beating his wife. I stopped him of course, I'm not completely heartless. I pulled out hsi jugular with my teeth and the wife screamed and so I left him draining on her floor, her mess to clean up; but at least she wouldn't wear his bruises anymore. A small price to pay, if you ask me.

And now I seek solace in a few drinks and maybe some meaningless company. That always seems to help. I cleaned up in the hotel room and headed to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows. And now I find myself sitting at a table, savoring the taste of my Dead Man Walking while I check out the flmaing red hair of a witch. It's obvious for all to see who are actually looking. The power emanates off of her like electricity but instead of feeling fear in its presence, I feel only intrigue. I listen to her thick accent as she talks to the bartender. He's leaning on her every word, eating up that Russian accent like the sad sad puppy that he is. Finally I can't take it anymore. I down the rest of my drink and walk over, leaning across the bar beside her as I meet the man's gaze with my own bright blues.

"Take a hike."

He seems to get the picture, looking me up and down before deciding he's not game and he walks away in a huff, to which I turn my gaze on the witch, my expression sly now.

"On , kak bezvol'no , kak staryy pes , ya vam obeshchayu."
(He's as limp as an old dog, I promise you)

I speak smooth Russian tongue, giving her a playful wink at the end.


Erik Tolgan
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