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.
"I don't want any trouble." He murmured silkily to the men behind him. He heard one chuckle. "Hear that? He don't want any trouble." The man repeated what he said in a garbled voice, mocking him even as the barrel dug into the back of his skull. He hissed again. The steel was a major discomfort but he wasn't about to let on what it meant to him. The men might just be harmless humans that know nothing of the supernatural but he couldn't take the chance of one or both of them knowing what he was. "I'm just going to turn around slowly and get my wallet. That alright?" He kept his voice soft and smooth, aiming to lull the men into trusting that he would do exactly as they asked. He was just about to turn when the door in front of him opened.
His eyes widened. He had no idea what the building in front of him was but if he were any kind of observer, he would guess a dance studio. He could just make a glimpse of glass walls and a rail that ran along the far wall as the door shut behind the fair haired woman who had stepped out. It was obvious she had no idea what she had just walked into. Her eyes were wide as his own, he was sure, and he knew within an instant what she was. He could sense it, every hair on his body standing on end in observance of another fae. That was the last thing he was expecting. He swallowed, having not figured another person into his plan for escaping this. She looked scared half to death. "Run." He tried to whisper the words quickly but the men were quicker, still.
A low rumbling noise of displeasure left his throat as one of the men grasped the woman sharply and tugged her over to him. He held out his arm to steady her so she wouldn't fall over, not wanting too much physical contact in case it distressed her further. He could hear the men behind him mumbling and cursing under their breaths, obviously displeased with the turn of events. They didn't want witnesses but they probably also weren't banking on having to actually shoot someone. He wasn't about to let that happen. He held up his hands. "Hey, she's right here where you can see her. Can I turn around and hand you my wallet now?" He waited impatiently for a response, listening as the men talked amongst themselves before one growled. "Slowly. No funny stuff. Don't be a hero and no one gets hurt."
He nodded where they could see it, his gaze cutting sideways to the scared woman. He gave her a look he could only hope she took as comforting, his way of saying "it's going to be okay. We're going to get out of this alive." Then he slowly turned, keeping his hands up where they could see them. As he faced the men, he took a deep breath. "Now I'm going to reach into my pocket and get my wallet, okay? No need to shoot anyone, today." The men chuckled, clearly feeling in control of the situation as the man with the gun took a step back but kept it trained on Kit. "I'll be the judge of that. Now hurry up and get your wallet." The men looked fidgety now. They must want to get out of here now that they'd been seen.
Kit nodded again and reached in his pocket, feeling the powder fill his palm even as he grabbed his wallet and pulled it out. He held it out to the man and waited till one reached for it before he leaned forward and opened his palm, blowing the powder right into the men's faces. He tried to slap his hand upward at the same time, hitting the man's wrist that held the gun to aim it upward. He hissed and flinched as it went off. He'd been a little too slow and he felt the bullet graze his shoulder. The men cursed in loud voices, screaming as they both stumbled back, clawing at their faces. "Come on." He said to the woman, reaching for her hand in case she froze up on him.
He shoved his way past the men, still stumbling around screaming at their bloody faces as he raced down the alley and out onto the sidewalk. Pausing for a second, he turned to the woman. "You should get to your car or whatever and head home. Lock the doors, don't stop for anything." His shoulder throbbed and he hissed again, bringing a hand up to grab it. He'd have to get home and get that cleaned up. And by home, he meant the cheap hotel room he paid for when he hit town.