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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
I bet on me and my own heartbeat
She is dreaming again.
It is not often that Kathryn finds her mind admits the dream world that she prefers not to visit, but when she does spiral down that long dark hallway into her subconscious, thinking things she forgets she still remembers, the dreams are vivid, strong, and much, much too real for her liking. Inside her dreams, it is like all her senses are on over drive, hyper aware of everything that is going on around her. Her dreams are never the same either, so it's not like she can pinpoint this vivid dreaming to having some sort of secret message to it, wouldn't it all just be the same then? It's never the same emotion that seems to sprout from them, her nighttime journeys have left her feeling elated upon waking, remnants of laughter still straining her cheeks, they've made her feel sorrow, tear streaked lines marking her face. And perhaps the worst is when she has woken up in a sort of rage, fingernail marks engrained into her skin from having been clenching her fists.
Today though, it is not any of those emotions.
Today it is confusion.
Kathryn awakes with a start, a deep inhale, sucking air into her lungs as she is suddenly thrusted from the land of subconscious wanderings back into the land of the living. She realizes she has fallen asleep on the couch of her two-bedroom townhouse. Coming to a sitting up position, the images flash before her mind as her head reels and twirls, clouded with a confusion and countless questions.
Fingers run through her dark locks, messing her hair for a moment before hand comes back to rest on her lap. Piercing blue eyes blink slowly, long, dark lashes fluttering close for a moment, before opening again. They stand strikingly bright against the tanned skin of her face. They remained focused, staring straight ahead as she attempts to sort out what she has just experienced in her slumber. She concentrates for a moment longer, before shaking her long, dark locks and rising from the couch. Kat meanders into the kitchen and blue eyes rove to the clock on the stove, 6:15. What time had she laid down? She doesn't even remember closing her eyes.
Going into her bedroom, Kathryn pulls out a cream sweater, along with a maroon skirt from her closet. First throwing on a pair of black tights before putting on the rest of her attire, knowing that the night would only grow colder as it got later and she didn't know how late she would be out. Though hopefully not too late, she thinks to herself, smile touching softly on her lips. Her makeup is simple. Eyeliner, mascara, and a touch of matte lipstick, though nothing too bright nor too bold. She was a simple girl, never looking for anything too extravagant. She ruffles her hair, giving it a slight volume, but she doesn't do anything else with it, keeping it straight with a slight curl at the end of it as it feel down her back a few inches below her shoulder blades.
Kathryn moves around the boxes of her townhouse, the boxes she had yet to unpack. She doesn't know why she just doesn't unpack everything, the clutter was driving her insane. Maybe, it was because she wanted an exit strategy. If she decides she didn't want to stay here, then she could throw everything back in the jeep and be on her way. No need to repack if you never unpack in the first place.
But she knows she cant give up that easily on this new life for herself.
She sighs as she slips on her black ankle boots and enters out into the autumn air with not a clue as to where she was headed. Kat figures the best way to figure out the city may be to get lost, so she picks a direction and begins walking. She continues walking, taking in the sights around her, all her senses seemed to be on overdrive due to the excitement that makes her heart quicken whenever she spots something particularly enticing. She makes mental notes of places she would like to visit in the future.
As always, whenever she gets excited or any other heightened emotion for that matter, the breeze around her blows with a little more ferocity. Kathryn, in all her years, has never made this connection.
You see, Kat is a witch that doesn't know she is a witch.
Or, rather, she cant remember.
Just as it starts to get a little colder, she stumbles across a bar. Glancing in through a window out of the side of her eye, she is awestruck by the vibrant decorations inside. This place was certainly fancy. Kat halts her steps, hesitates for a moment, but ultimately, she decides to go inside. Being young, she was fairly new to any bar scene, so as she crosses over the threshold and out of the way of the doorway, she simply stands there, not sure if she sits down or goes up to the bar. She doesn't know anyone and this makes her feel lonely. Lonely as she stands, with big blue eyes as wide as a deer in headlights.