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 Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on October 22, 2015 by Damon
North


Commitment has never been my forte. After Catherine, no one could satisfy me for too long so it was a lot of one night stands and playing around. I never cared who got hurt and who got their feelings hurt because I wasn't about to let me guard down and make myself vulnerable for anyone. I've layered myself in my cold shell, only wanting to have fun and do what I love to do. I remember a time when being immortal was pure torture to me. I never wanted this life, not without her. And then Stefan forced me to drink and made me into this so he wouldn't be lonely. He wanted his big brother.

I gave up hating my brother for his decisions a long time ago though because throughout it all, he's still my brother. We went our own separate ways a few different times in the time we've been undead but we always seem to go back to each other one way or another.

Isolt has changed everything that was once a given for me. No longer is there one night stands. Other girls don't even cross my mind. There is only her. Even as she looks away from me to let her gaze roam over the leather interior, I can't take my eyes off of her. I know this car means a lot to her and it must hold bitter sweet memories of her brother. I wish I could have met him. I'm sure it would have meant a lot to her. She's the only one I would even think things like that. It's not who I am to want to meet someone just to make someone else happy. Only her.

When she asks where we're going, I tell her and wait for her response. I know that she doesn't know much, except for the story I told her about my maker, Catherine. She learned a little about my brother Stefan in that story too. She wouldn't have liked me when I was human. I was pompous and egotistical. Okay, so I haven't come far from that in my undead days. I was a player and a heartbreaker. I said what I felt like knowing there would be no consequences because of my family's influence. We were the richest family in Durham and my family pretty much owned the town. I could get away with murder just because of who they were. My father was the mayor's right hand man and my mother was the best hostess in town. She held all the biggest parties and everyone knew it.

I give her directions as we drive, quite enjoying being the navigator instead of the driver. It means I have more time to stare at her beauty. I smirk at her questions. "A second cousin or something like that, actually. Dennis. He stills owns the house I grew up in." I glance over at the speedometer, chuckling to myself. "You know, we ARE immortal. You can go a little over the speed limit. Come on, let her stretch out. You know you want to see it." My eyes light up with that dangerous spark, daring her to press on that gas pedal.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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