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.

it's never the right time


Posted on December 31, 2018 by emerson navarro
North


She was intrigued by him. She couldn't figure out why he wanted to go out on a date with her. She wasn't as pretty as most, didn't have that perfect body. Sure, she was attractive, but she was hardly as put together as most. Perhaps she was thinking far too much into this. By the way he answered her question, she knew she was. He didn't pick her because of her looks or her personality, he picked her because she was here. It was depressing really, that he simply settled for her. Perhaps it was further proof that she would never find another to love her for who she was like Alex had. She was destined to be alone forever.

But regardless, she did like the idea of having fun for once. She never had the money for fun, so perhaps if he was going to use her company because she was available, she would use him as a free day of fun and entertainment. So she gives him an offer, of what she expects the night to go. He agrees and she nods her head, hesitant to give him a smile.

She can't help but chuckle as he tells her that his first act of not being a dick is to give him name, Marcelo. She decides that now she can offer him a soft smile. "Emmy." He doesn't need to know her real name or her last name, but the nickname she has always gone by. It's all she really has, it's all she can call her own.

She takes a sip of water to wash down the pickle, the grumble in his stomach satisfied for only a moment. But as she hands her money to the waitress, it is immediately handed back to her by Marcelo. She looks at him dumbfounded. "You mean we're starting now?" She had thought maybe tomorrow or the next day or a day that they both would soon forget to hold their ends of the deal. She hadn't imagined that he actually meant that their date would start now.

He has exited the booth and she's still sitting there a little confused, her eyes locked on his extended hand. It takes her a moment to realize what he's doing and she quickly packs up her club sandwich (which she wishes she could eat now) and stuffs the bag into her backpack. Slowly she takes his hand and begins to scoot from the bar seat. At his words, she raises an eyebrow at him. "Hair can be brushed..." She was not as girlie girl as some, but she did like to be put together. Even if she did get helmet hair, she could easily brush her hair out later. But then she looked down at her flip flops. Those were not the best bike shoes. "I'm wearing flip flops...they might get caught in the spokes." And there she goes â€" thinking (and assuming) that his mode of transportation is a bicycle. She had seen some terrible pictures of feet that had skin ripped from the toes from getting caught in the spokes of a bicycle wheel. It was repulsive.



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