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.
Vhalla could feel his fingers tracing the open wound on her side, and though there was a faint stinging sensation she was far too gone to acknowledge it. Her chest rising and falling, as if she had just run a marathon, she grips the fabric of his shirt tighter to the point she's very nearly ripping it. Another groan escapes her lips as she feels her legs quake beneath her, when did she get so weak? As Sebastian responds to Vhalla's inquiry, she can feel that sense of reason dancing in the back of her mind yet the other part of her brain shuts it down, not wanting to worry about the potential danger she was in. Whatever the vampire was doing to her, she did want it.
Panting, she lets her gaze travel to his fingers as he raises them to his lips. She doesn't miss the way he regards her blood and she might have flushed but instead she narrows in on him, her attention entirely transfixed on the vampire before her. Feeling his hand press her lightly into the wall, she drops her hands from his shirt as he lowers himself on his knees before her. Icy eyes wide, mouth gaping slightly, she gazes down at him in a dazed fashion.
When Sebastian reaches out to lift her shirt, exposing the wound to open hair, she sucks in a breath, not out of pain but merely anticipation. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through his hair, gripping the locks fiercely. The assassin is moments away of yanking him closer, but he does that honor himself. The feeling of his cool breath on her skin causes a shiver to run down the length of her spine, and goosebumps appear down her arms. Moaning, she tilts her head back, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts out to taste her blood.
Eyes snapping open, she leans forward to watch him, eyes hooded as she attempts to lean into him, though the vampire has her thoroughly pinned. Vhalla can actually feel her blood begin to flow more vigorously, and she's astounded to see it begin to pour freely from her wound. The assassin is again surprised that there is no pain, there was nothing but a sexual desire to drag the vampire up to her and let him feed on her body freely. It was torture to watch Sebastian on his knees before her, one hand lifting her shirt the other pinning her against the wall. A whimper escapes her lips, and she might have felt embarrassed if her pheromones weren't running wild, "Please," she begs.
The witch isn't sure exactly what she wants but she knows she wants something and she's certain the vampire might just give it to her.
Vhalla Solarn