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.
She seems satsfied enough with my answer and the more I look at the elderly bartender, the more I'm convinced something's not right with him. The way he eyes me...but I shrug it off. He just hates vampires, as simple as that. I probably remind him of the worst kind too, the ones who take what they want when they want it and don't give a damn about the consequences. Yep, that's me. I hate to be rude and act like I don't give a damn when she talks about things like threater and stuff but it's just not my thing. I'm sure she has friends to share those particular activities with. When I ask about the cliffs, she actually surprises me by saying she did jump from them. I can tell by the far away look in her eyes that she liked it too. There must be hope for her then. She's not totally gone square. I lean back in my chair as if wishing I could relive a moment like that. By tomorrow night, I'm sure I will be cause I intend to jump off those cliffs. "Why shouldn't they? It's natural to envy the strong and beautiful." I watch her gaze move to her fingers on the drink before her. She must be reliving the moment now. I can see a flicker in her eyes sometimes, the urge to let that monster inside out. I'm taunting it, willing it to come out and she's fighting hard to hold it in. I wonder who taught her such control. Her maker? A friend? What fun is that? Enjoy your immortality. There's no sense in living like a human when you're not one. She asks what I had in mind and I give her a pearly grin, michief glistening in my bright blue eyes. I'm about to answer when my senses kick in. I tense and immediately turn around in my chair, eyes locking instantly on the guy who just walked in. Our eyes lock and he sneers, the kind of sneer of a guy who thinks he's going to get everything he dreams of. Well, I guess we'll see about that. He's already moving his jacket aside, giving me a glance of the piece of wood sticking out of the top of his pants. Cocky one, aren't we? I turn back to Ceara, anticipation burning in my gaze now. "Well if you decide to watch, you just might get a taste of what you're looking for. Come on, Ceara, live a little. You've only got forever." I let the words roll off my tongue like honey as I get off the chair and head toward the door with a playful wink in her direction. I'll at least be nice enough not to mess up her club. Something tells me she doesn't like violence in here. I head outside, already sure that he's following. I head to the nearest alley and walk down it, blending almost effortlessly into the shadows. The minute the hunter turns the corner, I whisper tauntingly. "I promise you'll never get that stake in your hand, boy. You're in way over your head." I laugh and the hunter turns, a bottle of holy water in his hand. It splashes over my chest and I step into the moonlight still laughing as I bring my wet fingers to my lips. Licking my finger, I grin. "Mm, delicious. Who's been teaching you that garbage? Holy water doesn't work on the undead, genius. What else you got?" He throws a punch and I jerk back easily. He kicks at my stomach and I grab his leg. Twisting my body, I kick at the leg he's standing on, hitting him square in the knee. I can hear the audible sound of his leg breaking the minute I make contact and he cries out as he collapses. I let go of his leg, letting him fall to the concrete. As he cries out in pain holding his leg, I step over him and crouch, my fangs extending. He grimaces and goes for the top of his pants, his final mistake. Taking his neck in one hand, I smirk at him before twisting his head to the side. With a snap, his neck breaks and I release, letting him fall back to the ground. Standing slowly, I wipe my hands on my shirt. "Told you you'd never touch your stake." I murmur softly as I step back and tilt my head. Now to dispose of the body. |