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.

for pleasure seldom has a cure


Posted on February 12, 2017 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
North

Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after


That now indigo gaze stared down at the blood that coated his hand, his lips twitched as a soft hiss left his mouth. He'd forgotten how much those silver blades hurt. His features twisted in a slight grimace and yet, even that glimpse of pain was wholly fleeting as an entirely different scent took up the entirety of his attention. It was the smell of blood and one that was certainly not his own. The touch of fingers upon his shoulder brought his gaze upwards, his nose twitching ever so slightly at the scent of her. The vampire could hardly help himself as his hand reached out to her own wrist, pulling her behind him as he muttered softly for her to come with him. He led the girl from the bar, knowing all too well that Ceara would clean up that mess they'd left behind, even if she'd be cross at him for spilling blood within her establishment. He stepped out into the cool night, finally releasing her before the man turned, his darkly hued eyes simply watching her as she folded her arms, that simple action caused the vampire an unhindered view of her wound. There it was, the source of that blood and, in turn, that scent that so set him on edge. It was his very life force he so desperately needed.

His hand pressed against the wall beside her, the vampire taking a step closer towards the girl as his affinity reached out towards her, embracing her and changing that chemical compound that controlled attraction. It was hardly difficult to coax the chemicals his own body released to something she naturally found more favorable, before sending it on overdrive. The sound of her voice commenting that he was bleeding was altogether ignored as the man leaned closer into her, his nose twitching yet again in a fashion that was perhaps more feline in nature. He could hardly help the way in which his baritone voice whispered in such a husky fashion how much her scent appealed to him. His indigo eyes stared down at her, watching her as she considered the situation in which she found herself in. Nevertheless, the girl leaned into him, her muttered voice equally as overlooked as his shoulders shrugged ever so slightly, entirely unwilling to inform her of exactly what was occurring to her.

He could feel her palms fall flush against his chest and yet, any pressure there was entirely fleeting as her hands balled into his shirt, that question once again settled on her lips. One hand slowly encircled around her waist, the vampire effectively holding her against him in the fashion she so seemed to desire. His other hand reached down ever so slightly, gingerly pushing aside the clothing that covered that decidedly peculiarly colored blood. "Nothing apart of you doesn't already want." He uttered softly, at last acknowledging that he was, at least, doing something. His fingers brushed the corners of her wound, just enough to get her blood upon his fingertips before he raised that hand to his lips. It was inquisitive, really, that color of it and yet it hardly hurt his skin. His tongue reached out to lick it from his fingers. How...peculiar. Sebastian had never before tasted a witch before and yet, there was a peculiar tang to it that made him want more.

Gingerly, Sebastian released his hold upon her, pressing her lightly into that wall behind her with one hand pressing lightly against her shoulder. He allowed his body to slowly drop to his knees, his hand moving down her form from her shoulder to her side before tracing down to her waist. His other hand held her shirt up ever so slightly, just enough to reveal the full length of her wound without actually revealing any undergarments she might have been wearing. For a brief moment, his darkly hued eyes glanced upwards at her before the man leaned forward, letting his tongue run gingerly against her pale skin, licking the blood that surrounded her wound before his tongue delicately traced that opening. It was hardly difficult for him to push his own saliva into that laceration, his own venom ran upon the same pathways as that euphoric sexual release, flooding her system with endorphins all whilst temporarily encouraging that blood flow he so desperately desired.

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