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 remembers his first girlfriend, doesn't everyone? He was 8 years old. It had been centuries ago, Marcelo had seen her sitting there in the dirt, barefoot with a dress covered in dust and grime. When he had sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, his brandished gold locks were messy, his eyes were brown. He was human. "My name is Marcelo. Want to be my girlfriend?" he asks with a tilt of his head. The new angle makes his cheeks glimmer in the summer sun. He's direct because he believes he deserves a girl like her. Marcelo, the thief, he knew exactly what he wanted and he would take it.
Marcelo is a dog, Emmy sees him for what he is, rabid and crazed, although there is no mistaking the handsome grin that so often smooths over his face, with those dark eyes. Emmy had seen him and yet she had gone with him. He wonders if this speaks to her character more than it does his own.
He likes to think so.
She lets go of his waist and he removes the helmet on her head, unsnapping it before allowing her to take if off herself. He can almost hear the ringing in his ears from the engine of the bike now absent in the silence that has been replaced. "Well," he says, imitating perhaps someone far more high class than Marcelo could ever hope to be, but still that boyish grin remains on the tawny haired man's face. He swipes his hand through brandished gold locks before shaking his head once, always seeming to try to obtain that perfectly messy hair do that was so elusive. "I didn't know you were so hard to please," he says with a smirk. "Maybe, you should learn to relax," he says looking her up and down as if she would magically do so just because he said it.
They head to the beach (just about sounds like any 80's teen movie-if the girl were a witch and the boy immortal). And it is only when she discards those flip flops and toes touch sand, truly touch sand with no barrier between them that a smile appears upon her lips. Marcelo steps in front of her and reaches for her hand holding her two arm lengths away. "Now, you have to tell me, what secrets do you wear in that smile?" He asks her with playful suspicion. For a girl who seemed so ill eased only moments before, this was certainly a change. He releases her hand at his her question turning his back to look to the sun and the way it skips rays like stones across the water. He shrugs. "Sometimes," he offers her. "I used to work on a ship, and I have always found the ocean to be a sort of gateway to adventure," he says, repeating those same words that were spoken to him when he had been a wide-eyed thirteen year old holding the choice of working the farm or joining the army. 'Join the Fountain of Youth Crew and take to the ocean, a gateway to adventure.' That is what they had said, promising to pay the families of the boys who joined. It took some convincing, but Marcelo's parents had agreed to it. "But no, I don't suppose I come around here that often, I don't go any where too often. I've been pretty much constantly moving around since I turned sixteen," and stayed sixteen forever. "What about you, first time?"