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.
So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine
Posted on January 16, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
Blake had started to form words, some benign joke or another, when Bethel reached up and touched his face. The touch was unexpected, the young man having been looking down at the counter, so he reacted accordingly, a small jerk back in surprise. However, since her fingers were under the mask, it simply pulled the bottom edges further off his face and it just brought a wave of relief, despite the ribbons pressing deeper into the back of his head. The hard material used to make the mask had been irritating him, it was true, and it felt amazing to have it off. Also, her fingers were very cold and that was also a relief against his warm cheek. He may not know much about his night's companion, but she had an almost uncanny knack for reading him. Sure, he wasn't a closed book, but he hadn't thought he was making it so obvious the mask was bothering him. It was just hot and itchy, that was all. When she mentioned escaping outside, his eyes light up with relief and excitement. Oh the chance to escape outside, away from all this! He could never turn it down.
"You don't have to ask twice." He nodded, though in hindsight that probably wasn't the best idea when her fingers were under the mask. He felt her nails dig a little into his face, right under the cheek bone, but it wasn't enough to hurt, not at all. Blake tossed back the last of his drink so as not to waste any of it. As the glass clapped the counter, his feet were on the floor and Blake was ready to all but dash outside. Of course, there was the little thing where, as he had been sitting all evening drinking, the sudden jolt to a stand had thrown off his balance. It took him a moment to catch it, the man leaning backwards a bit, before he straightened out and did a quick pat down of his person. Keys, phone, wallet- he's done and ready to go. Oh wait- did he need to offer her arm to walk out instead of dashing out like a boy eager to escape church? Maybe he could just grab her hand and drag her out with him. That wouldn't be very gentlemanly but he wasn't really that much of a gentleman. He awkwardly gestured toward the exit, unable to come to a decision on what would be most appropriate. As an afterthought, there was the case of he never said hello to Serafina but she seemed very preoccupied so he would just leave her be.
As Blake walked through the exit, he pulled the mask off his face, letting the night air wash over his skin. It felt fantastic. His right hand rubbed his eyes and nose furiously before dragging it down his face. "Damn, it feels nice to have this thing off." He commented to no one in particular, sticking the offending mask in his pocket. Blake peeled his blazer off next, hanging it over his arm so he could free up a hand to undo the cuff of his shirt, folding it three times, more haphazardly than he would usually do it due to his drunk buzz, so it sat below his elbow. "I suppose I should thank you again, I needed the fresh air." This was what, the second time he owed her?