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

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.

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.

she left me roses by the stairs

Posted on August 12, 2018 by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

It was silly, really, that simple, soft admittance uttered through sobs that she didn't want to be with someone not him and yet, somehow, those simple words made all the difference in that dark car in the middle of the night. Arlo inclined to feel that weak simper tugging to his lips all the same. For all the girls he'd dated, even the few who he'd eventually called girlfriends, none of them had ever told him that before. Hell, none of them had ever really said anything like that to him. Some part of his chest almost...fluttering with those words. That feeling catching him off guard as he handed her that old t-shirt and tried to dry her tears. Anything to distract her from that distress that seemed to cling to her and upset him in turn. He wouldn't forgot those words though. If anything, maybe that was what he'd remember from tonight. Those words. Rather then any his parents had given him. His attempts to wipe at his own cheeks and distract her with that apple were weak, he knew, yet he couldn't stand to see her upset. Not for him. Arlo hardly sure why hat desire to bring back her smile was so strong and yet somehow it was. Somehow it was suddenly important. The vampire doing his best to do as he always did and simply press back those less then pleasing emotions. He would have to face those very feelings again at some point, this, he knew, was hardly over and yet here and now Abby was something for him to focus on. A distraction he readily took. He'd have to tell her, one day, about everything and yet the thought of that fallout was more distressing then his parents. That very realization striking at him as the car smoothly carried them toward that hotel. Abby, in the least, seeming thoroughly pleased with her apple and the promise of that hot tub. Frankly, Arlo himself was sure he'd never looked more forward to that heated water.

The drive there was hardly long in any sense. Abby steering that car into the lot before shutting it off. Arlo moving to the back to unload those bags and hand Abby her own. The Little Panda's bag holding significantly more weight then his own. Bloody hell, how much did girls need? Maybe he should carry it for her. His very attempts to ask just that were readily halted by the ease with which Abby grabbed her own bag and hurried toward that reception, her simple enthusiasm for that hotel prompting that flicker of a simper to his lips once more as he followed after her. Arlo easily led the way into that hotel lobby then, the vampire quick to see to those reception details. Hotels one of the few things he knew well in life if only for the sheer amount he had stayed in before and yet, from the very look of utter awe on her features, he could only presume this was not the sort of hotel Abby had ever stayed in before. The red haired woman standing near in the center of that lobby with wide-eyed wonder. The very....innocence of his girlfriend striking at him again in that moment. That very desire to protect her from the world tugging at him with that ever-present ferocity. Arlo took his time gathering those details from the woman at the desk, affording Abby every chance to examine the room around her before at last leading them to the elevator that carried them those ten floors up. That hallway seeming to intrigue the girl nearly as much as the lobby. Arlo's blue gaze watching her curiously as they walked. Maybe they didn't have hallways where she came from? Her hometown sounded, well, different- for a start. Was it impolite to ask someone if they had hallways back home? It probably was. Maybe he shouldn't.

"This is us."

That key card was run easily through the scanner, that little green light permitting their entry a moment later. Arlo holding the door open for his girlfriend to pass through only for Abby to near dump her bag instantly in astonishment. That ready sound of delight falling from her lips and promoting that genuine chuckle from Arlo in turn as he shut that door and stepped over her fallen bag. Abigail rushing to the window to look out over the towns and cities that surrounded them with clear awe. It was, he was willing to admit, a pretty damn nice view. That hotel room equally as luxuriant even if not quite five star. It was pretty close. His own bag was tossed onto the end of the bed, that fruit bowl placed right in the center off the table before Abby's insistence it was amazing drew his gaze upward toward her again. His Little Bear still peering out of that window. The very happiness in her words a stark contrast to that distress from only a half hour ago.

"The city always looks much better at night I reckon. Haven't you ever stayed on the tenth floor of a hotel before? Does your town not have hotels?"

Maybe he would have to ask Abby for a picture off her town sometime, in the least he was having trouble attempting to, well, picture it. Arlo shifting his attention down to his own bag as he unzipped it and begun that search for his swim shorts. Abigail eagerly insisting she had brought her own somewhere in that bag of.....everything she'd brought with her. Arlo reached easily upward to peel that shirt from his back and toss it only the bed, his jeans shucked from his fit figure a moment later as he offered Abby the bathroom for herself. Maybe they had been dating a few months now and yet they hadn't exactly gone past the making out stage. Girls still wanted privacy at that level he was mostly sure. Arlo himself hardly as concerned, that very red flush to her cheeks at his own shirtless figure hardly missed as she hurried into the bathroom and yet that chuckle found his lips all the same. His head shaking softly at such simple....modesty. Abbey by far the sweetest girl he had ever dated and yet, somehow, it was endearing.

His boxers were replaced with those swim shorts only moments later. Arlo grabbing that towel to swing over his shoulder before waiting for Abby to finish. The vampire readily contemplating just what they might like to do tomorrow night as that bathroom door swung open. That very query on his lips abruptly cut short as he turned to face her. This, by far, the most of Abby he had ever seen. God she looked.....incredible. He was hardly ready for that near onrush of emotion. That human and vampiric side of himself suddenly at war with one another. That distinctly more vampiric side inclined to feel hungry at the sight off her. Her creamy skin and gorgeous red hair somehow tempting all at once. The idea off her blood all kinds of appealing and yet- that human side off him was far more taken with those slender curves of her figure, that little skirt of sorts perfectly shaping her hips and butt, that bikini top highlighting her, well, very pleasing chest. Arlo seeming to notice, at last, that he'd hardly finished his earlier sentence. Not that he remembered what it was to begin with. Not that it even mattered. He should probably say something. He was staring. Anything. Any words were good. That slightly jumbled insistence he'd forgotten what he wanted to say finished with that far more meaningful compliment off her appearance. Arlo seeming to notice for the first time the....insecurity that clung to her. Her hazel eyes almost anxiously watching him then as she queried whether it wasn't enough clothing. Arlo near dreading the idea that she might put more on when he only wanted to take off what little remained.

"Really really. It's perfect. You look perfect."

He meant it too. She really did look perfect. His hand reached out for her own then, Arlo content to lead that way out of their room and back to the elevator to take it to the very top of the building. Abby very near bounding towards that hot tub the moment it was in sight, that girlish giggle teasing that lopsided grin back to his own lips. Abby bent readily over the edge to touch that heated water then before declaring it was hot. Arlo glancing curiously towards her then as he moved to step into that tub himself.

"Of course, it wouldn't be any fun if it was cold. Is this your first time in a hot tub Ab's?"

He queried readily as he sank into that glorious warm water. Arlo's bright blue gaze closing for a moment in the simple pleasure of that heat! Abby easing herself in a moment later. Arlo reaching for his girlfriend then, the vampire suddenly desiring that simple closeness as he tugged her gently towards him. That feel of skin on skin both satisfying and enticing all at once. That, perhaps, assisting in his declaration that this was by far the best part of the night. Arlo readily content with Abby now in his arms and that hot water that bubbled around them. Still, they very night they had endured continued to play on his mind. Those very words he offered suggesting as much, even if he was glad Abby had managed to grab some more off his stuff. Another soft sigh pulled from him then before his name on Abby's lips saw his gaze flicker open again.


Alright. He hadn't been expecting that. The idea she didn't know what a groupie was had never occurred to him and yet it seemed his sisters reference to his being 'fun' in the bedroom had gone entirely over Abby's head in the same moment. God. How to explain this. Arlo considering, for almost a whole second just, well, not telling her the whole truth and yet really she was only going to find out later- and probably tell him off for lying then. That near sheepish look finding his features as he struggled to find just the right words to explain....that. Maybe he should just bite the bullet here.

"A groupie is a term for a fangirl who hangs around with or follows a band around with them. She was out of line saying it to you, Ab's. I'm sorry she did."

Out of line was perhaps putting it to lightly. Being a bitch perhaps a better term and yet Arlo was hardly sure Abby wanted to hear any more derogatory words tonight. Not when it seemed those particular phrases, more than anything else, were content to linger on her mind and yet it was that final reference she seemed to desire to have explained that readily saw that hand run through his hair again in a clear moment of unease. Arlo's gaze meeting her own again. Well, he might as well just tell her right?

"When my sister said I must be 'fun' in the bedroom she meant I must be, well, bad at sex because I'm dead...essentially. There has always been this really stupid myth that because vampires are dead and we need blood to survive we can't, you know, always get it....needs to be. That's completely untrue by the way. It totally works, believe me. I mean, it might not work if a vampire was starving, like really starving and didn't have any blood at all because, it needs some blood but, well, that's basically what my sister was implying. That I' fun because I'm dead and all the parts don't work- but they do."

Maybe that was more information then Abby had truly....needed and yet he was hardly about to let his sister and her idiocy cast any sort of dispersion on....anything he did in any bedroom. Arlo huffing slightly as he came to the end of that unusual explanation. His gaze turned almost quizzically back to Abigail then. She had understood that right? Maybe that wasn't his best ever explanation but he'd tried? Where was Sebastian when he needed him?

"You don't have any siblings right? Your lucky. Is this really your first time staying in a hotel, Ab's? We'll have to get room service or something tomorrow, just so you can see how it works."