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.
There was a moment in the car, as Miya drifted to softly press her side into his, where Dareios' mind briefly began to wander. He wondered what his life would have been like, if he hadn't been turned all those years ago. The feeling and the thought was fleeting of course. He knew the answer: he'd be long dead. But what if, he could have lived a human life? Would he have had a family? Children? Would he had fallen in love? Maybe with someone like Miya?
His dark, small eyes flitted over to her briefly, watching as her drunken body swayed with the gentle motion of the vehicle as it turned from one street onto another. Miya was giggly and happy, clearly enjoying her inebriation, at least at this point. It made Dareios smile too, as the haze of the wine continued to cast a more rosy picture over their random, but so far delightful evening.
He had told her back at the bar not to worry about the pepper spray she carried in her bag, but was purposely tight lipped when she mentioned she'd used it on a vampire before. He wondered briefly now, (the alcohol clearly delaying rational thoughts) if she didn't know that he was a vampire. The thought seemed ludicrous. He was a public figure after all, the mayor of the city in which she lived. He had campaigned quite publicly and openly as a vampire, and one of the initiatives that got him elected, after all, was his passion to instill equal rights and protections for all of the city's residents, supernatural and human. But Miya was a young and busy student, perhaps not originally from Sacrosanct. Perhaps millennials weren't invested in local news after all...
Nevetheless, now Dareios battled with himself on whether or not, or if so when, he should announce to her his true identity. It was likely she would find out tonight no matter what, as his more primal urges continued to pester him about her heart beat, among other body parts. Luckily Miya had a story to share, which drew the vampire from his anxious thoughts. He smiled a toothy grin as Miya told him a drunken story from another time. "Perhaps we should take it slow then." He said nonchalantly, but regretted it the second the words slipped from his lips. He felt he sounded too fatherly, which was awkward. "Either way, I'm sure we can find something more fun to do."
Soon they're in the house, settling in in damp clothes from the rain. Miya makes a comment about his money, and Dareios stands coolly in the doorway, his blazer folded neatly over one forearm as he leaned his shoulder against the wall, one ankle cocked up against his other foot. His folded bow tie still peeks out from the corner of his blazer pocket. "Before I ran for office, I was a successful businessman, you could say." He explained quickly. Dareios still had his hands in various lines of work, but his more hush-hush money came from dealing in supernatural drugs and potions, dangerous, fatal concoctions. But business was good, and busy. The antique furniture restoration business housed in his basement had begun as merely a front for his more illegal activities, but it too had turned out to be a boutique, lucrative line of business.
"Come on, I'll help you." He says with a smile, holding out one cold, undead hand for her to take. He leads her gently toward a door in the foyer, which reveals a set of cascading stairs into a damp basement. "This space is where my staff restore antique furniture." He explains quickly as he begins his descent. "It also happens to house the wine cellar." Dareios flicked on the lights as they reached the cold basement floor. Keeping with the ambiance of the rest of the house, lightning was low but warm even in the basement, where there were no windows and thus no potential threat of daylight. For the most part, the space was elegant but bare bones. Dareios always wanted the antiques to speak for themselves. The space was packed with interesting arm chairs and couches, side tables and armoires. It cast many of the pieces of furniture in a rich but gentle glow which accentuated the great detail that went into every layered corner or decorative etching. Dareios was busy moving around the floor, edging past side tables and large chests to make his way toward the cellar door at the right corner. It was not happenstance that the vampire's two favorite rooms of his entire home -- where he kept his antiques and his impressive wine collection -- were on the same floor and adjacent to one another.
He motioned for Miya to follow him inside, where the small room was stacked with hundreds of bottles of wine, from the floor to the ceiling. Some carried more dust than others. "Let's see. You seemed to enjoy the red at the bar?" He asked, letting his fingertips run along the cold, thick glass of the bottles. For a split second, Dareios toyed with the idea of scooping Miya up in a romantic fashion and kissing her. But he let the idea drift away. Perhaps after the opened another bottle. He pulled one from high on the shelf and blew the dust away before reading the label. "Ah, a Pinot Noir. This one is from 1743, the year I was born."
Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl