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.
The brawl ended just as quickly as it had started and though Vhalla found it rather disheartening it was finished so quickly, it took the edge off her mood. Letting her fingers trail to the open wound at her side, she spares it a quick glance, nothing too deep though she would have to bandage it properly when she got home. Heaving a quiet sigh, she prowls towards Sebastian just as she watches the attacker shove a silver blade into his stomach. Brows shooting up she then runs flat out towards the vampire yet he manages to take care of his attackers before she reaches him. Setting a hand on his shoulder, she moves to stand in front of him her icy eyes searching the wound in his stomach.
Furrowing her brows in concern, she's amazed the man is still standing and before the assassin can say anything, Sebastian snatches one of her own bloody hands, two different colors of blood intertwining, as he leads her outside, the cool air kissing her face delicately. The woman almost laughs at the audacity the vampire has at pulling her away from the wreckage they caused and to safety. At least, she thought the man was leading her to safety. As he releases her hand she neatly folds her arm over her chest, arching a brow up at him, "You do realize you were just stabbed and are bleeding," she points out, her gaze flicking down to his flowing wound.
Startled, her gaze widens as he brings up a bloody hand to place against the wall next to her head as she takes a step back, her back flush against the bricks. Color rising to her cheeks she forgets about her own open wound as her lips part to suck in a breath. The cool breeze long forgotten she could only feel a heat pooling in her body she hadn't felt moments before. "You smell good," was the vampire's words as she flushes a brilliant red in the darkness.
Somewhere in the back of her mind that small paranoid voice of hers continues to shout at her to run, yet her mind unreasonably continues to draw herself up to the man. Swallowing, her mouth suddenly dry, she lets her gaze travel up to Sebastian's own fixated features. It dawns on her quite suddenly that the man standing before her is a vampire. Instead of turning and fleeing she can't help but lean towards him, until her folded arms brush his chest. "I... I don't understand," she mumbles, unable to tear her eyes away from the tall figure before her.
"You're hurt, we need to fix you up," she responds, clearing her throat and looking away. Unfolding her arms, she places both of her hands on his chest and pushes him weakly away yet touching him only causes her to draw him in. Fisting his shirt in her hands, she pants bowing her head forward slightly, unable to push him away but unable to pull him closer. "What are you doing to me?" she groans quietly as Will briefly flashes through her mind before he is forgotten in her waves of desire.
Vhalla Solarn