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.

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on June 30, 2014 by Damon
North


I knew from the moment the hunter and I met eyes that this night was going to get interesting but I wasn't quite ready to lose my company just yet. My eyes send a silent invitation to the girl at my side even as I voice it, somehow sure that she won't be able to resist. I know that deep inside, she yearns to let loose, to be the vampire she was meant to be. I'm not looking to make her lose her reputation or mess up her life. In fact, the opposite. I'm trying to get her to live a little. She's too uptight, too human. She needs to let go and be a monster for a night and I know a little violence can do just that.

I step out of the club, knowing that I don't want to mess up her place. She's put too much hard work into it and I'm more polite than that. Well, most of the time. Following the hunter into the alley, we stand off but I knew before it even began that I was going to kill tonight. It goes pretty quickly but I'm nice enough to let the hunter have the first hit. Unfortunately for him, he misses and then it's my turn. I don't miss. He ends up with a broken leg and seconds later, a broken neck. I knew before I even stepped into the alley that I was being followed and I knew by who. I smirk, knowing she couldn't resist.

The moment his life is over, she steps from the shadows, fangs extended and looking more attractive by the second. I turn to her with a grin at her words.

"Well I never said I was a clean person."

I shrug lightly as if it's no big deal before reaching down to grab the limp hunter by his collar, dragging him up and toward her. I tilt his head to the side, showing her his neck as my voice turns more into a purr, more seductive.

"It's not wasted if it's still warm. Go ahead. Tell me what I'm missing."

My eyes dare her to try some. I bet he tastes delicious and I know that she secretly wants to.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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