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.
He could care less what happened to the would-be muggers back in that alley. After they pulled the gun on him, all bets were off anyway. He was all for sympathy for humans until they tried to play tough, then it was time to show them they were the inferior species. Sometimes Kit envied them their sense of normalcy. Never having to worry about being hunted or touching something made of iron. It was like nature needed to throw some curve balls at them just to outweight the fact that they were immortal and stayed young and beautiful forever. Or that they could have powers or fly even. Still, Kit had learned to accept and find joy in what he was, even though sometimes he felt bitter when a human walked by on the street. He was so used to doing things for himself that it never even occurred to him to ask the girl for help in wrapping the shirt around his arm. Plus, he didn't want to make her touch him and get blood on herself. She had come out of a ballet studio, after all, so he found it reasonable to judge her a little girly.
He was glad too for the sun in the sky, knowing his blood would attract more than Hunters, but luckily they didn't have to worry about that for a few hours yet. He followed her up to the apartment building, just glad to get her home and out of harm's reach. He hadn't meant to drag her into that situation. Kit was surprised when the fae offered him to come in as well, though he listened obediantly as she told him to sit and went rummaging around or proper bandages and first aid supplies. She returned promptly with an armful of supplies and he lifted a brow as she reached for his bandage. He made sure to sit absolutely still, not wanting to spook her in any way or make her uncomfortable. Still, he couldn't help but watch her hands as she worked. She was very precise, very detailed. Then he would study her face a little when he thought she wasn't looking. Everything about her seemed so innocent and fragile, though he knew from experience that was often the look of many fae. Must be a species thing.
He would probably never be able to guess her age, just as she would probably never think anywhere close to his own age. He teased her about the neighbors and she teased right back, saying they might not think her a "humbug" if they found out she had a guest. A smirk pulled at his lips. "So you don't have many guests, then, if it's enough to be talk." Oh god, now she would probably think he was fishing for boyfriend details or something. It had been far too long since he'd had to socialize with someone, let alone a female, let alone a pretty female. This is what his flirting had come to? Troy would laugh him to the next continent if he found out. He tried to put the flub behind him as she greeted him in French, giving her name as Audette. He smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Le plaisir est tout à moi." (Pleasure's all mine) His own French might be a little rusty so he hoped he didn't mess it up too badly.
When she held up a bottle of alcohol, he glanced at her in question before she asked about cleaning the wound. He couldn't help but chuckle. "And here I was thinking you were going to offer me a proper drink." He looked down at the wound and sighed, visibly bracing himself before looking back at her. "Yeah, I guess it could use a little cleaning. Who knows how much rust is on those bullets, right?"