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 30, 2015 by AIDAN VALENTIN
Aidan wasn't sure what he was feeling seeing Cris again. He had actually been so torn up when she up and left him that he had pretty much started digging himself a grave through booze, self pity and drugs again. He had let himself go, fallen back on hating being a vampire and feeling little to no sympathy for anything or any species. But there was Cris, always in the back of his mind. Sometimes before sleep he'd fantasized about what he'd do if he ever saw her again. Some nights it was violent. Other nights it was affectionate and passion and gratefulness. Pleading and begging for her to take him back.
And he hated himself that he felt so weak to her. He hated he was at her mercy; he was her dog. Loyal, and no matter how many times she beat him down or left him to starve, he'd always wag in excitement.
"Oh love, I think you've forgotten who you are dealing with." Those self-righteous words coming from that sensual smirk on her pretty face bout made him want to throw her from the railing. Even her laughing was so patronizing it made him feel like a boy. "You fucking-" He has no chance to finish.
She was lightning fast, fluid. She was experienced and practiced in this. It was just instant pain and Aidan could only gasp. It actually did shock him and takes him off guard and he finds himself being swarmed by instant embarrassment and aggression as one hand grabbed his groin. His blue eyes widen, they started to water and he was just left speechless. As she whispered in his ear, he listened so closely that nothing in this club could grab his attention. He can't talk, not now, and simply shakes his head in agreement to be 'a good boy'. Oh I'm gonna show you good boy. You just wait. You fucking wait, Crishlyn. As she leaned over, Aidan himself rested both elbows on the bar, trying to recover from her nasty little punch. So low, so cheap ... hitting me there! This felt strangely familiar .. had she punched him in the dick before? He thinks so.
He greedily grabs the shot before the bartender even finishes it and downs it, almost choking. The other drinks he had before were just now taking effect; his tolerance was so high that it took so much now to even get him buzzed. Aidan didn't even wake with hangovers.
As Crishlyn walked away, Aidan looked over and saw the person next to him had a few drinks left unattended. He grabs a glass of beer from them, and grunts as he walks over to join her, wiping away a tear from his eye first. He takes in a deep breath, and stares out at the energetic crowd below dancing away. "Play?" Sure, let's play, Cris. "Let me show you if I want to play." He grabs her firmly, but not in any hurtful way, by her free hand and leads her through the people. It wasn't as crowded up top as it was below, so there wasn't much to do except walk. Feeling her soft hand in his rough one gets his skin crawling again. As they walk, he downs that entire glass of beer he stole.
'I FINK U FREEKY' by DIE ANTWOORD starts blasting in the club.
Aidan leads her through a red door to a hallway, which was a sort of a place people went to escape, calm down, smoke, talk and actually hear each other - do whatever it was - although the music was still loud and made the walls vibrate. It was also an exit to the alleyway. There was a couple girls hanging here, but this doesn't phase Aidan. He whips Cris around, throwing his empty glass down the hall and letting it shatter. He pushes her against the cold concrete wall, his right hand grabbing the back of her neck and her hair. He pushes himself into her, kissing her passionately and like an animal in heat. His other hand begins sliding down the dress on her shoulder, down to her elbows and then grabs her exposed breast. He stops kissing her, looks into her eyes and waits to see what she thought of this. His body is pressed so closely to hers that even through her he can feel the bass of the club. "Well?"
