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.
In the few minutes that spanned between when Dareios realized it was Miya sleeping on the bench and when he stirred her, his mind was awhirl with ideas. It reminded him of how he felt when he put her to bed back in his brownstone on that drunken night. He fought similar urges and desires. For a second, he even considered how he could get her to unknowingly swallow just a drop of his blood, granting him access to a wholly new bond to her. His blood, like many other vampires, unlocked special powers when ingested by humans. Miya would reap the immediate healing benefits, if she ever needed it, and Dareios would become uniquely aware of her emotions and whereabouts for as long as that bit of blood coursed through her veins. But Dareios was also practical with fairly good judgment - linking her to him by blood without her consent was a stark breach of her privacy, if not more malicious. That's why he himself, as the mayor of Sacrosanct, made the act of doing so illegal within the city limits. But still, his thoughts lingered on the fantasy of it.
Finally he bent down, nudging her gently while talking in a low voice. He laughed quietly to himself at her initial "go away" reaction. But then her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open and settled quizzically on him. She said his name and he longed for her to say again and again. The vampire mayor smiled sweetly at her before responding with: "Hi." She slowly sat up, and Dareios then stood before plopping down on the bench next to her. "You must be exhausted." He offered, as she rubbed the sleep from her weary eyes.
"I had a meeting with some of the team here handling the virus. I'm here all the time now... it seems." He said solemnly. What a strange time it was, indeed. "But I promise I'm not stalking you." He offered with a weak smirk, leaning his shoulder into hers for a playful bump. Dareios then follows Miya's lead, allowing his own head to roll back against his shoulders, and his beady gaze staring up into the cloudy sky overhead. It was a usual gloomy day in Sacrosanct, followed by a chilly night. Every so often, he'd feel the dampness of a light drizzle on his shoulders as the sky threatened to open up above them. Remembering the brisk temperature, the vampire unwrapped the warm scarf from his neck and draped it gently over Miya's shoulders.
And then Miya couldn't hold it in anymore. He watched with brows furrowed as the emotion seemingly rose from within her, the young doctor's face contorting into confusion, then anger, then pure despair. He listened to the cruel details she shared about the overwhelming surge and its effect on hospital staff. Dareios had heard much of the same upstairs in his meeting, but none of the physicians spoke with the same raw feelings Miya had. He was struck by her sadness. He watches as the tears gather in her eyelids, and he can't control the urge to wrap his arms around her. He starts with one, shifting his seated body closer to her and draping one arm so that he can clutch snuggly at her opposite shoulder. As she continued to cry, he turned to face her and offered to wrap her in a full, tight hug.
It was strange for Dareios to struggle to find the right words to say - that was his gift. He always knew what to say. But not tonight. "I'm so sorry." He muttered stiffly, holding her in, and just trying to listen. She pulled away, apologizing to him, which made him feel worse. "No, no. You're the one battling this every day, not me." He tried to correct her. She devolved into saying that she planned to call him, and he offered her a sheepish smile. "I saw you had my card..." He said, his voice trailing.
"We will get through this. We will." He said with some deal of determination. In his earlier meeting with hospital staff, they talked at great length about ongoing clinical trials attempting to match the mystery of supernatural elements - like the healing properties of vampire blood - with what they were already experimenting with. It sounded promising to Dareios, at least. "But let's get you home. You need to sleep, Miya. Tomorrow is another day."
Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl