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.
MY LIPS MAY PROMISE BUT MY HEART IS A WHORE
Posted on September 28, 2015 by AIDAN VALENTIN
He really wanted to fight. Some vampires simply needed to feed off other's auras. Some just needed blood or even sex. Aidan's one power wasn't even anything that gave him the same feeling as a mouth full of life's liquid. He thrived on violence not for substance, but for pure enjoyment. At times he wondered why he wasn't bestowed with that necessity. With his lips set in a smirk, he was so focused on this couple, everything else around him felt like it didn't exist. He was in complete tunnel vision, and completely unprepared for what was about to happen.
Aidan expected more fighting words. He expected a punch, a brawl, to be thrown out of the club. But instead of any of those things, a woman grabs his chest and puts herself between him and his hopeful competitor. It was so unexpected he doesn't flinch or pull back. His blue eyes are suddenly blocked by a very familiar face; a face he thought he'd never see again. Crishlyn!? The taste of her lips on his whisky stained own .. all the pent up anger and amusement vanishes and he can't resist it. Or simply put, he can't resist her. He takes in her deep kiss, his left hand moving over to gently grab her hip and pull her in closer.
As she ends the exchange and turns to pretty much send his fun away (although now he sees he's got something better than a fight going), he too licks his lips and tastes her lipstick. A taste most found a bit unpleasant, but he rather enjoyed it, especially when it was from her lips. As she drove off the two he had tried without effort to piss off, Aidan's eyes scanned her up and down quickly. Her beautiful blue dress seemed almost black in the dancing lights. That left hand was still resting on her hip, though his fingers had spread out to faintly touch the curve of her bottom.
Out of everything - smoke, booze, sweat - the smell of cinnamon coming off her was intoxicating. Never before had the smell done anything for him, but seeing her, it was now forever imprinted in his mind as an association.
He was truly speechless to see Crishlyn. Feeling her, tasting her, he knew this was real and his skin began to have those chills. As if a fever had suddenly hit him. As she turns back around, giggling. His eyes continue to dart from her own baby blues and to her lips. Through the music and the chatter, her voice was clear as sunlight to his ears. For a second or two he doesn't answer her. Homeless? Normally that would have pinched a nerve but it slides off just as quickly as it was spoken. And after those few seconds, completely lured in by her beauty and power, Aidan over comes it and anger grabs hold of his heart and mind.
He invokes his only ability, his ability he was just moments ago wishing he didn't have. His eyes, as blue as the truest of ice, seem to burn like fire. A short of darkness that only Cris was meant to see grew (not physically, but more psychologically). That hand that was teasingly caressing her rear? It was now raised to grab her throat, and he wasn't holding back.
The chemicals responsible to induce fear were hopefully flooding her sexual mind. Aidan was foreboding, he hoped that even for a second she'd see him even as a monster .. the monster he really was. He wanted to see actual fear so badly in her. The monster she brought out in him; and not the kind she liked bed.
His voice is a sharp whisper, inches from her lips. "You fucking left me and now you show up? Did I bore you, Cris? Do I bore you now?" His right hand grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, his other still around her throat. "Why are you back? Need a fix? Am I just some toy, some drug to you? Let me guess, you got tired of your last plaything?" He knew she'd easily overcome his affect. Cris was strong willed and that drove Aidan crazy in every possible way. Even right now, he wanted to hurt her but also ravage her. For now, he holds her close, for once dominantly and just stares into her eyes, the taste of her lipstick still on his lips. "Fuck you. You don't care if I'm sleeping on the street."
He wasn't. In fact, he was crashing on Mortimer's couch like he always did. Always returning to his old friend like a lost and wounded puppy. And as she wounded him ... so deeply. And then he thinks .. Do I love her?
