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 15, 2015 by Emerence Hux
I pause momentarily on the sidewalk, viewing the bar from the outside this time. Last time I had stumbled into a coy man with an exhillerating personality and witty comebacks. Part of me wanted to go back in there, if only to fill this emptiness inside me. I am lonely, I am very... very alone here.
Instead of fixing my woos temporarily with a tequila on the rocks, I dismiss the party atmosphere and continue to walk. Past the shops, past a store, past everything until I grow tired of walking. Normallyâ€"if I was anywhere elseâ€"I would plop myself on a hotel veranda and drink until my skin went numb and my tears went dry. I would pull myself into a beautiful utopia filled with slurs and stumbles. No one would be able to judge me, I would be surrounded by cheap dented beige walls and tacky bedding. I could down a forty of tequila in peace and quiet with no witty comments or sassy remarks. I could cry beneath soft sheets with odd floral décor and not worry about where my mascara is dribbling.
I hug myself closely over top of my cream trench coat, inhaling the sweet scent of my perfume.
It wasn't that I missed home. I remember the traffic being horrible. I also remember my father being gone for weeks at a time and my mother worried something happened. It feels like only yesterday that my brother and I would curl up on our leather sofa and munch on popcorn with a puddle of butter soaking the bottom. Scoutâ€"only the coolest most entertaining mutt ever to have lived in the Hux householdâ€"would whine and whimper until he, my brother, would cave into letting him in. Mud would stain our nice white hardwood floor but nothing ever replaced that satisfied expression with his tongue hanging from his mouth.
I guess what I miss most is the smell. The hotel room I am boarding myself at is stuffy and smells like old furnitureâ€"that stale, repulsing aroma. I miss the thick scent of my dads aftershave and the luxurious smell of my mother's Chanel collection. My room always smelt like the latest candles (my favourite being the peach bellini), and my brothers room smelt like a young boys cologne. He always wore this good smelling cologne our aunt bought him for Christmas, he was so in love with it he refused to wear anything else. I missed thatâ€"the homely things.
It isn't until I am walking the sidewalk alone that I realize I have ventured to the outskirts of the North end. My hazel eyes dart skeptically around before doing a full one eighty and retreating back the way I came. I can go home now. I can happily say I did not curl myself under hideous sheets all day and get drunk on a old rickety veranda. Instead I can say shamelessly that I wandered out for a walk for an hour and then retreated to self pity myself. I like that idea.
A large mass comes in front of me so fast I have no time to glide out of the way. I face plant into his chest before recoiling like a small puppy, "sorry..." Am I sorry? I don't know.
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