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.

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on October 05, 2016 by Troy Marks
North


It wasn't looking good when we got into the back alleys. I figured we could make through the cross ways and put as much distance and buildings between us and the hunters as possible and we would be safe. Then we could circle around later and get my car. I'm not leaving my baby for longer than absolutely necessary. I wasn't going to let Amelia go down without a fight. She's been nothing but polite to me and she deserves her life. Besides hunters aren't always on my good list. Especially punks like this. Who goes out and gets drunk then looks for a fight? Okay now I'm a hypocrite. I totally do that. Usually I end up starting a fight over hustling some pool. I'm quite good at that.

When I see the dead end, I'm already searching my brain for new ideas. I knew we couldn't go back the way we came because I heard foot steps and I know they're right on our tail. There's no doors in this vicinity to run through and not even a lot of debris to hide behind. Not that I've ever thought of hiding. I have a gun on me but I've always frowned on fatal wounds when it's not a demon or other scary thing that deserves to die. Sure, these men are jerks and scum bags but they're not monsters. They need to sober up and think about their life decisions, not die from a bullet to the head. I find my fingers brushing the handle of the gun but quickly think better of it and then it hits me. I never show my wings out in public because of course that's bad. The hunters will know I'm a fairy and then they might come hunting me if they think they have cause enough. If the council hears word of it, they'll put it to a stop but I doubt the council told these guys to go trash a vampire bar anyway. They're not exactly listening to orders.

As the man comes around the corner with his crossbow already notched and ready to shoot, I step in front of her and pull her in close, my wings sprouting from my shoulder blades as they stretch out and then swoop down, pulling us up in a ferocious burst of wind. As we're ascending, she cries out and I look down, frowning when I see the arrow in her leg. I set a course for the closest witchery, knowing if anyone can understand the toxins found in a hunter's arrow, a witch would. I've already perused most of the shops in town so I know which ones are fake and which ones are owned by true witches. One shop seemed the most legit, one owned by a little old chinese lady named Shiu Lin. While barely below five feet tall and not even 100 pounds if she's lucky, the lady is one heck of a powerful witch. I've seen it for my own eyes. If anyone can help with this, it's her.

It never takes long to fly so within minutes we're landing behind her shop. "Don't worry, I'll get you help." I assure her. I pick her up wedding style and carry her to the door, hitting the doorbell chime with my elbow. An old ragged voice calls out. "Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me. Open up." I guess she could tell by my voice that something was wrong because the door opens by it's own accord and her voice calls out again. "Come to the storage room." By storage room, she means he apothecary in the back but I'm guessing she already knows I'm not alone. I head in and find her in the back of the shop, reading from an old dried up book. She barely looks up but nudges her head toward a cot. "Lay her down. What happened.?" Her voice sounds almost bored with the situation but there's a very curious twinkle in her eyes that makes her seem years younger. "Hunters. She got shot with an arrow. I think there's something on the tip. A poison maybe?" I lay her down as gently as I can and sit down by the cot. The woman gets up, shuffling over and looks over the leg. "Hmm.." She barely says a word as she looks at all angles of the arrow's entry. "Is it bad?" I don't know much about hunter wounds.


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