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.
It was obvious walking into a ongoing mugging was not in the blonde girl's plans for the day. In the moments before she realized what was happening in front of her, he could see the smug satisfaction on her of someone that just finished doing hours of something they love. And yet the terror that soon filled those soft features obliterated all that in mere seconds. He saw the wince when she noticed the gun pressed to the back of his head. She definitely knew what steel would do to them. She wasn't quick enough at his simple command to run, the men grabbing her and yanking her toward them in no time. Her slender fingers wrapped around his arm for a second and he felt a jolt through his system. Sure that it was the adrenaline of the situation they found themselves in, he shrugged it off, concentrating instead of holding his composure to look harmless as possible because with the agitation near to bursting at the seams inside him, he felt anything but harmless in this moment.
The female was a quick study, raising her own hands in a mimic of his own to show their vulnerability. It seemed to soothe the men behind them, who chuckled and relaxed as they demanded Kit's wallet again. When the girl looked at him, he tried to send soothing thoughts her way and hoped at least some of it showed in his eyes. At least she wasn't panicking so that had to mean something. At least, he hoped so. When he pulled the wallet from his pocket and blew the powder in the men's faces, he heard her startled scream as the gun went off. It wouldn't be long before the authorities or someone else came to investigate so he knew they needed to get out of there. The last thing he wanted was cops poking around in his life when he just got out of a form of prison. At least, it was to him.
He reached for her hand and was comforted by the warm fingers sliding through his as she followed him from the alley. He could feel the blood trickling down his arm from where he'd been shot but he couldn't think about that right now. They needed to get off the street and out of sight for a while. The men were still screaming in agony behind them in the alley. That would draw attention in no time. He told her to get to her car and he blinked in surprise when she said that she didn't have a car. He would have offered his own but he didn't have one yet. Him and his brother, Troy, always used Troy's car to go places and Troy still had the car so Kit was left to walk. When he reached for his shoulder instinctively to check the wound, he heard her say that he was bleeding and needed to go to the hospital. He shook his head adamantly.
"You know I can't do that. If they get a sample of my blood....too many questions. No hospitals." At least, her next suggestion made more sense. He arched a brow at her French accent. He shook his head, his lips twitching in a small smile. "No, we should get off the street. The sooner, the better. How close is your place? Mine is across town." He hadn't been planning on needing to find shelter so soon. He had planned on checking as many places as possible for sightings of Troy today. Maybe she wouldn't mind if he used her place to clean up.