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.

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Posted on February 25, 2019 by emerson navarro
North


Growing up, Emmy had always been a planner. She had been the one to add an event to her calendar weeks in advance. And as the days grew closer, she would begin to plan what she would wear, how her hair would look, how she would get there, and anything else that might need to be planned out ahead of time. She was definitely not used to doing anything spur of the moment, so when he practically starts off their date without any sort of thought or planning put into it, she is skeptical. It has her anxiety up a little bit, but she tries not to show it. She tries to act cool and collected, like she did spontaneous things all the time. "I promise you, life isn't that short." However, he seemed pretty intent to continue on, so she shrugged and tried to keep up.

She takes his hand as she scoots out of the booth, a little scared about what might happen. She had always been careful and cautious. What she was about to do was like playing with lighter fluid around an open flame. It was bound to get her burned, but there was something oddly exciting about it.

She follows him to the door, raising an eyebrow as he opened the door for her. Manners. She would have never thought he had any. He certainly hadn't shown any manners up until this very point.

As they exit the little café, she mentions that she is wearing flip flops. Without missing a beat, he takes off his own shoes and she looks down at them almost horrified. "I guess I'll risk the skin on my feet - I don't know where your feet have been." For someone who was homeless, she sure was a stickler for cleanliness. She follows him around the corner down an alley. Something told her not to go down an ally with a stranger, but she went anyway. When she saw his motorcycle there, her eyes grew wide. "Is that even safe?" She had expected a traditional bike with pedals...not a motorbike. She takes the helmet and eases it over her head before she takes a death breath. "Now what?" It was now or never she supposed.



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