North

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.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

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.

The VooDoo Room

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.

The Witchery

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.

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Posted on March 22, 2020 by emerson navarro
North


She wishes her life could have been far more fruitful and fun. Perhaps if she had been given a good life without all the shit, she might be a far happier person. But she doesn't get to choose the life she's been given. All she can do is try to make sense of it and try to turn her bad luck upside down. Life had not been kind to Emerson and every day she is trying to make the most of it. But perhaps if she could just live one day without worrying about what she would eat or where she would sleep, that might make the task far easier.

As they near the beach, she can feel the back as it begins to slow in speed. As it slows, she can feel her grip on his waist lesson. The more normal rate of speed definitely makes her feel more secure.

As he stops the bike and steadies it with the kickstand, she slowly releases him and moves to unsnap the helmet and remove it from her head. She eases off the bike and sets down the helmet on the seat with ease. While she's busy trying to straighten her wind-ridden hair, she hears him ask if it wasn't so bad. She wants to roll her eyes but she won't give him that satisfaction. "I reserve judgement for now." He's baiting her and she can tell. She refuses to give him any reason to laugh or make fun of her. He's already done his fair share today and if she was going to enjoy the date, then he needed to stop teasing her.

She took a step away from the motorcycle and towards the beach. As she reached the sand, she slipped off her flip flops and tossed them in the backpack she wore over her shoulders. Stepping into the sand, she let a smile cross her lips at the feeling of the sand between her toes. This was one of her favorite places. There was nothing quite like the feeling of sand between your toes and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach. "Do you come here often?" She wondered how often he came here. She had played her guitar along the more popular beaches, knowing that there the tourists would pay to hear her serenade them. But this beach was breath taking. It was quite and they were alone - something that Emmy didn't get to experience often.