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 May 25, 2014 by Marjorie
North


A new city. A new country. A new facade in the world of mortal prey. The Duchess was rather bored with the whole new persona she had created for herself but it was needed. This city. This city felt alive with powers that Marjorie could only dream of owning. She was old blood, or at least, there were not many that were older than she in the circles she ran in. The brunette stepped out of the tinted limo, with while holding the hand of the chauffeur that actually had manners. Whether or not he realized just who he was dealing with was an entirely different manner but Marjorie would let it pass for now. She had to find a safe place to sleep during the day that was coming while her estate just outside the city was being...renovated. Brown eyes watched the city hungrily, though her physical hunger had been saited long before stepping out on the streets. She had found that others are not quite so suspicious if she had a bit of color to her cheeks. Back when she was a young slip of a thing with not a notion in her silly head, to be pale and blemish free was in style. Now to be beautiful meant tanned skin, piercings and tattoos. To be quite frank, Marjorie did not understand it.

At least she was not as marginalized as she had been throughout the ages. A woman alone was suspicious and liable to create all sorts of sensation so the brown-eyed vampiress had remained with her maker and his merry band of misfits. But she found that court musicians had very little money, and no one paid any attention to a girl in ill-fitted, last season (if that) dresses. For the Duchess that simply would not do. She was a creature meant to be in the spotlight, meant to be the attention of every man who breathed (and some who didn't). Her body had been molded for corsets, and in fact she was very rarely seen without one on. Tonight was no different. She stepped out with a light blue corset with a pair of skinny jeans on and modest heels. Around her neck was a delicate choker of diamonds and blue topaz. A gift from a former lover years ago. Her light brown locks were twisted up and off her neck, another habit from years ago that she struggled to break. While many vampires seemed able to entirely change from one century to the next, Marjorie still kept some very strict ideas of what social protocol should be, and what it would be around her. Otherwise, there would be consequences. Her old Coven had learned that the hard way. The Duchess was not to be toyed with. What was the old saying? Do not poke the sleeping dragon?

As she stepped up to the Witchery, a brow rose at the name. The Witchery? Where there witches here too? She could hardly be surprised that they could sense the power that this city held. They probably even understood it better than she did. She approached the hotels desk, standing a little far back to compensate her short stature. She smiled a practiced smile, one that did not expose the lengthy canines that would of given her species away. "Good evening. I need a suite for a few days. A private room where no one will bother me. I will be at the bar getting a drink when you my room is ready." With that she hands them a credit card and heads towards the bar. She turns around and heads towards the bar. She seats herself, watching as her bags are brought in. Marjorie smiles softly at the bartender, orders a red wine and swirls it around the glass thinking about all the grande plans she could achieve in this place. In this city. In this new life of hers.

MARJORIE de VERE
the duchess

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