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.
Perhaps, this was the one downside to immortality. You keep running into the same damn people, over and over and over again.
That is why more often than not, Marcelo reserved himself to sleeping with mortal women, preferably humans. Now, weres were certainly fun and all, but Marcelo was not about to have the wrath of the pack be struck upon him for not texting the girl back. Now, he has had his fair share of vampires as well. He cannot deny the nights spent with the bloodsuckers usually proved interesting, but, sleeping with another immortal means that he would always run the risk of running into them again, which, he just did not exactly enjoy. The encounters were always awkward, beginning with 'how are you still alive?' and ending with usually a slap in the face for not contacting them, or the girl being entirely freaked out that he was both a were and immortal. There really was no winning situation when it came to these things unfortunately. So humans, yeah, humans were way easier. While Marcelo has met his fair share of hunters and faes, hunters usually wanted to kill him, and faes always seemed more interested in studying him, so that was off the table. Those who asked questions usually intended trouble.
Those teal eyes. He would not be so quick to forget them. It was hard to forget someone who tried to kill you after all. Marcelo was usually so forgetful of faces, but he remembered Petra's with astounding accuracy. Each curve, each slope, the shape of her lips, the exact coloring of her eyes. He may forget many, but he knew who had tried to kill him, and usually, he tried to avoid them at all costs, less about them attempting to kill him again, and more about keeping his little secret. Of course, Petra had one thing many of the others did not who had tried to snuff him out far too soon. (Because who wants to leave just a few centuries?)
Petra was hot.
That small, cheeky grin does not falter on his sun kissed face as she comes to meet his own dark gaze. God, she was just as gorgeous as he remembered. Beautiful things were never missed upon the jackal. He always appreciated beauty. He lets her blink, to think back, it had been quite some time since they had last seen each other, and perhaps Petra had not been in exactly the state of mind, or cared to remember whose neck she had been biting into. Just that single word is enough of an invitation for him to slide closer to her. "Wow, so much more polite than when I last saw you. Last time I didn't get a please or even a thank you for dinner," he says, watching her for a reaction. It wasn't every day you talked to a ghost from your past. How often, truly, do victims and murderers reunite? Maybe, for Sacrosanct, that number may just be a tick too high for this meeting to be purely unique and original.
"Bingo, captain," he says, pointing a finger, accompanied with a wink in her direction. "But, you don't remember my name? Guess I didn't leave as much of an impression as I would have hoped," he says, Marcelo's face sinking into a playful pout in that moment. "My name is Marcelo," he says with a playful smirk. Dark eyes glance towards the bar. "You know, you really ought to buy me a drink, it is the least you could do for trying to kill me," he jokes.
It would seem she could recall the time she had sucked him dry, even if she could not remember his name. (Seriously, rude!) Her next words turn that playful smile turns into something sneakier, a wolfish grin. "You're right," he says, his voice lower, quieter. "I wasn't." He admits. How? That all important, all too curious question. "Do I even have to tell you?" He asks. "You know," he says, Petra was smart enough to figure it out. How could he be alive? Even if her bite hadn't killed him, time would have by now, or at the very least he would be wrinkly and grey at this point. Thank good he was still hot and dirty blonde.
She grins with her words. "I don't know, guess you will have to find out for yourself if I still am," he says, with a mischievous glint in those brown eyes. "Now, how about that drink, I think I am due one. Besides, I want to hear alllll about what Ms. Petra Ambrose has been up to since sucking me dry."