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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
isolt griffin
The tickling fingers of a glacial chill scamper down the curved length of her spine as the cold metallic eyes of the shotgun bore into the pale flesh of her chest, cast to her by this man of whom she knows naught, and who apparently knew naught of her. Questions would later emerge from this paritcularly chilling "welcome", questions as to the origin of such hostility, but for now all that Isolt is capable of doing is retreating a step further from their gun-wielding host, only to have the void between herself and this Denis occupied by Damon's fiercely assertive figure. If fear for her own wellbeing had caused some modicum of worry within the breast of the redheaded vampire, then worry for her lover only amplified it tenfold, the young woman's slender digits grasping only tighter upon the fingers of her companion. He was more to her than ever she believed that someone could be, more than she could have ever dared dream, and so to have some veritable stranger threaten him so boldly had the seedlings of apprehension quickly blossoming to thorned vines within her gut.
But her fear is misguided, it seems, as the familiar dulcet tones of Damon's persuasion seep as honey into the ears of both parties and fill her veins with the warmth of calm that she had so been lacking. Still though are her steps tentative as she follows behind the finely-muscled figure of her suitor, craving as some starving child the security inherent in his proximity to her. Still does she find apprehension in Denis' continued presence, though hardly would she dare speak on the subject for fear of seeming impolite; however, it is a fear that fades into the ether of her subconscious in the moments that Isolt finds herself amidst the furnishings of a rather grand foyer.
The young woman allows herself to be stolen away by the grandeur that surrounds her then, the antiqued elegance that constitutes every inch of this house... of his house. It is a peculiar notion, indeed, that a younger, mortal Damon had once traipsed about in the very same place that she now stood. And, Isolt discovers, it is particularly difficult to picture what such a scene might have entailed for so absolute had been their shared and silent agreement to leave the past where it belonged: beyond the veil of mortality, lives left to the living.
Damon's whisper at her ear draws a beautifully resplendent smile to Isolt's features as she turns to him, depthless blue eyes aglow with anticipatory glee. "Yes, please."