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.

we must stand together


Posted on December 29, 2016 by amelia marek
North



When Troy sees the tattoo, her concern is no longer for her nakedness. She is completely concerned that he has seen her numeric tattoo, one etched with toxic ink and a non-sterile needle. She doesn't like to talk about her tattoo. It wasn't one of those that you show off. It wasn't even one you can laugh at later because you got it when you were drunk off your ass. No, this was a tattoo given by a Nazi soldier. It was her brand...her number. It was used to identify her so they could experiment on her and see how close she could come to dying or to see just when she would turn animalistic. It was a dark time in Amelia's life...one she was not proud of. So naturally, when Troy could see the tattoo etched in her forearm, she's self-conscious of it, pulling it towards her chest to hide it further from view.

He speaks and Amelia knows he's just trying to lighten the mood. He doesn't know her history and she can't fault him. But he words hurt, and she can feel a hint of anger at them. "I did not consent to this...branding" Yes, branding was a better term. She had been branded like cattle, their ears tagged for identification. That is what had happened to her.

It is then that Amelia eases from the bed, needing to cover the tattoo. She can hear him ease from the bed and call after her. In the end, she decides it doesn't matter. He's seen the tattoo. He's going to have questions. Perhaps she should just accept the questions and answer them once. Then perhaps they could move on to other things this evening. The evening was still young. There was still time to mend things.

She's now standing in front of the fire, unable to really look up at him. She's not sure she wants to see the disappointment in his face. She had left him sorely lacking in the pleasure department. She can hear him ease off the edge of the bed, walking towards her and pulling her close to him. His fingers slowly lift her chin, raising her gaze to meet his. He says they don't have to talk about it and she sighs. "You're still going to always wonder what it means..." And truthfully, Amelia isn't sure she wants to force him to always think about the tattoo and wonder what it means and why it upsets her.

She leans into his chest, resting her head on the firm muscles there as her arms wrap around his waist. She sighs as she listens to his heartbeat. "It's my identification when I was at Auschwitz." She lets those words sink in, letting him imagine all that might have happened when she was in the German concentration camp. "They did experiments on me...on all super natural species." She clings to him for comfort, unable to go any further to describe just what kind of experiments they did on her. It was a hard topic for her to talk about.




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