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.
Marcelo is far too caught up in himself to notice her fear. Well, at first this is true, but Marcelo is a were, and a predator at that. The tinge of fear in the air stings his nose as he takes a breath in. Brown eyes suddenly shift from his motorcycle to the girl, a smirk on his face. "Wow, are you scared to ride it?" He asks, as if daring her to say she was so he could perhaps poke some more fun at her. "there is nothing to be afraid of," he says in an almost off handed way that probably would provide very little comfort for the girl, if any at all. He grins once more, but as usual, there was always something sort of off about that smile, that makes someone both want to be friends with him and punch him in the face at the same time. He was a complicated guy.
Brown eyes meet her glare with a humorous look. She was so very serious for someone so young. I mean, look at Marcelo, 500 years old and he still knew how to have a laugh. He was going to teach this chick to lighten up. Maybe this motorcycle ride could do the trick. He thinks, probably not, but it was worth a shot, and riding it was fun for him regardless if anyone was on the back or not.
That face turns from a smile into a little pout as he listens to her words. "Awww but going fun is the best part," he says. He smiles once more, Marcelo, apparently, hardly able to hold a frown for very long. "You are seriously such a party pooper, you know that?" He says to her, before speaking once more. "But fine, we wont go too fast today. Cross my heart and you know the rest," he says. The hope to die part was sort of ineffective for someone who was immortal after all.
Brown eyes are focused on the neck strap as he adjusts it. Marcelo may be willing to be careless and reckless with his own life, but he wasn't about to let a mortal girl die, that would be downright cruel. Once it is tightened he places his hands gently on either side of her helmet and looks her in the eyes. "Relax, and Jesus Christ have some fun," he says emphasizing those last two words. He seriously doubted this girl has had very much fun in her life as of late, she seemed way too tense. Hopefully, he could change that today.
He sits on the bike and waits for Emmy to get on, her hands come to reach around his waist, gripping onto his shirt and he cannot help a bout of laughter that finds him, though it is less condescending and more boyish if anything. As if he could not be happier to finally have a friend to show his toy off to. Hands reach forward to grip the handles of the bike, and he revs the engine once, loving the sound it produced. Truly music to his ears. Marcelo has always wished engines would have been invented far sooner than they were, because he has spent far too much of his life without them. Good thing he has forever.
"Here we go," he says above the hum of the bike engine. As he begins to move off, that foot rising off the ground and onto the pedal, he feels that grip on his waist tighten a bit. As he makes his way down the streets of the downtown area, he suddenly desires a more open road as opposed to moving around cars. Marcelo makes a right turn and begins heading to the southern part of Sacrosanct. "How are you doing back there?" He asks Emmy, raising his voice above the sound of the bike and the wind. "I think it is time for an ocean breeze, wouldn't you say?" he says, gripping harder on the throttle as he increases his speed as the roads begin to open up before them.