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.

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on July 30, 2018 by DAREIOS
North

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



The more relaxed and open Miya became, the more seemingly torn Dareios was. It wasn't the poor girl's fault, the vampire knew. But as she touched him, and caressed his cold hand, and made comments about how handsome he was, he felt his undead insides churn with lust and thirst. His body longed for a different age, one where Dareios let his more primal urges run rampant. A time where he fed and killed and slept with anyone he so pleased, through acts of violence and intimidation, or with those who liked violence and intimidation.

The vampire mayor knew he walked a thin line here. He'd already caved once, having fed on a former human business associate for weeks until he withered away in his brownstone's basement shortly before being elected. It was a dirty secret he'd shared with no one, and the first time he'd lost control in many, many years. There was no way for Miya to know that, but he felt guilty anyway, and turned his head away from her, staring out into the dark smokey bar for a minute while he waited for the bartender to run his credit card.

But Miya had a charming way of drawing him back in. He was quietly delighted that she chose to follow him home, even though he knew his urges would be much more difficult for him to control in the safety and confines of his own home. "Wonderful. How do you feel about pasta?" He asks excitedly, burying his face into his illuminated phone as he texts his driver and his security unit about their impending departure. He quickly stood and helped Miya collect her things before stepping out into the brisk night air, and quickly into his fortified car.

The vampire, though charming and handsome, had not been on a proper date in some time. Did this qualify as a date? He wasn't sure. But luckily he had been fumbling around in his kitchen, toying with the idea of experimenting with a new pasta dish in an effort to impress someone, anyone, with his more human-like abilities, even though a good meal is lost on him. He can't digest it. And was it strange for him to cook for her, even if he couldn't indulge in a meal himself? Clearly he was just a little nervous, or perhaps the alcohol was making him overthink it this much.

"I have to apologize for this advance, but you're going to have to be patted down." He said nonchalantly as they slid into the leather seats of the dark car. "Unfortunately not by me. But by Doug, the head of security, who is back at the brownstone and waiting for us." Dareios played with his dangling, undone tie almost nervously as he tried to clear the air. "The lengths required to receive a guest seem woefully unnecessary. But alas, I may be the mayor, but clearly I'm not in charge."

The drive to the other side of town was luckily not a long one. And Dareios took advance of the ride to slide himself as close to Miya as possible, without seeming overly creepy. At one point, he casually draped his arm over her shoulders and around her neck. By the time they pulled up to Dareios' ornate brick brownstone, it was drizzling outside. Instinctively the vampire took off his blazer and held it over his guest's head. His motioned quickly for the security team who assembled quickly and opened the cast-iron front gate for them. "Thank you gentleman. I solemnly swear Miss Miya here is not a terrorist."

He hurries her down the damp sidewalk and through the garden to the large front door. He opens it quickly and moves gracefully through the shadows of his poorly lit home, gliding almost as he guides his guest into an expertly decorated sitting room and out of the cold foyer at the entrance to his immaculate brownstone. The room is cozy and quiet. The details of the various antique furniture and shelving aren't quite as elaborate as what the vampire had picked for his coveted office and library, an adjacent space where the vampire spent a great deal of his time, but this smaller room was nearly just as delectable. If nothing else, Dareios prided himself on his general good and classic taste. Perhaps that's why his furniture business was so lucrative. Even if he had many, many years to perfect his business acumen, charm and finesse were based on instinct, not practice, and could not be so easily replicated.

Dareios watches as Miya moves idly around the room. He takes careful note of the detail in her wrist as she wanders. When he starts to hear her heartbeat in his ears, he stands quickly and looks away. "So, more wine?" He asks, trying to cut through the silence. "Would you like to pick a bottle from the cellar?"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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