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.
and i will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars
Posted on February 19, 2017 by vhalla
The assassin could actually feel the blood in her veins shift so that silver liquid could begin to pour into the vampire's mouth. The feel of his tongue on her side causes a shudder to run the length of her spine as she lifts her hands to entwine her fingers in his hair. Reluctantly, she releases the soft strands of his hair as he comes to a standing position in front of her, the man towering over her. Letting her hands drop to her side, she looks up at him, lips parted as she pants lightly.
Turning her head slightly, she feels his fingers trace her pale neck leaving goosebumps in their wake and Vhal can't help but let her eyes flutter close briefly. Feeling his hand on her jaw to turn her head even more, she obliges, that little voice in the back of her head screaming at her to run, to do something other than stand there and let him do as he wished. But her body wanted this, whatever this was. When his face lowers to her neck, she can feel the feather light kisses her offers her, another moan escaping her lips, her back arching off the wall slightly, as she reaches out to grasp at his shirt again.
The witch attempts to pull him closer and then he bites her.
Gasping, her eyes snap open and the brief sharp pain she feels is quickly replaced with pleasure. Reaching around him, she's clutching the backside of his shirt now, acutely aware that if she were to pull any harder, the fabric would rip beneath her fingers, yet she found that she hardly cared. Another groan escapes her vocal cords as Sebastian continues to drink from her and the more he drinks the weaker her legs feel and a sort of giddiness overcomes the assassin. She can feel him slowing down, until finally, he retracts his fangs and licks at the open wound.
Arms dropping to her sides, too exhausted to hold herself up, she falls into him, her entire body trembling. The witch felt drunk. Letting her head rest on his chest, she can't help but want to lie down and take a nap. When he finally speaks, Vhal looks up, her head lolling back as a giggle, an actual giggle, erupts from her mouth, "You called me, sweetheart. If only you knew," another bout of laughter, "there's nothing sweet about me!" she exclaims, her head swaying from side to side. The assassin rather enjoyed the way her head lolled about, it was satisfying to see the vampire sway in her vision.
Reaching up to trace the smile dancing across his lips, she offers a grin of her own, "You bit me," she states, another round of giggles echoing off the brick wall. "Hmm, I didn't think you were going to bite me, I thought you were going to do something much more naughty, vampire." Trying to push away from him weakly, she somehow ends up on the ground in a sitting position. Chuckling loudly, she mutters to herself about falling over. "You want to take me home now? I can't very well show you a good time with where I live! I live with a faerie queen and a moody faerie que- I mean king!" she laughs again, leaning her head against the wall.
Raising her hands up, quite literally like a child, she pouts, "Take me home, I can still show you a good time."
Vhalla Solarn