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.
The vampire mayor was struck with this sudden and fierce urge to take Miya's pain away from her. The headache he could easily help with. Aiding her in getting the rest her body required, too. But the mental anguish she was clearly experiencing was beyond his depth, and he felt foolish knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Dareios was, for the most part, a kind and compassionate vampire. Or at least he went to great lengths to try to be, even if those efforts were steeped in long-held guilt over his bloodied past. But his desire to help Miya stemmed from something else entirely. The young doctor had captured his interest in a way no one had in many, many years. He felt strangely vulnerable around her. And when they were apart, he craved the next time he could see her again.
It was clear by the young woman's weary state of mind that she must get home and out of this drizzling rain. He smiled sweetly at her still quick-wit and comical. comeback, even in her current state. When she revealed that she, too, was supposed to be in the meeting he had earlier, a slender eyebrow raised over his beady eye. This was new information - good information - and gave him a reason not to feel quite so glum about the next time he returned. But unfortunately there was no good news to share, so he shrugged his shoulders helplessly in a deflated attempt to answer her question.
The tenderness he felt as Miya cried against him only strengthened the feelings Dareios was developing for Miya. It made him feel strangely at ease to see her be so vulnerable in his company. It wasn't as if she hadn't been vulnerable back in his brownstone that drunken night - she certainly had, but in a different kind of way - this experience just felt so much more... real. When Miya finally comes up for air, the vampire tilts his chin down to look at her and the damp stains on his shirt. He smiles coolly at her comment, but keeps his gaze steadfast on her. A cold hand moves to her cheek to wipe away one last lingering tear. "There will always be more shirts." He said with a crooked smile.
Dareios stands when she stands, his hand also grabbing for the strap of her bag, hoping to sling it over his own shoulder and carry it for her. He let his stare linger out toward the quiet, damp streets as his mind whipped up a plan. "I have an idea." He said with a new spark. "But you're going to have to trust me."
A wry grin appeared for just a second, before the vampire took one step toward the street and seemingly disappeared. His gift of super-speed was difficult for the untrained human eye to see. It was perhaps his most under-utilized ability. And for many years, Dareios had to retrain his own mind to not use it as much, for fear of causing panic among human populations in the street. But in this instance, it certainly seemed useful.
In a flash, he had returned to stand in front of Miya. He looked the same, except for the windswept bit of hair that curled over his forehead. "I can get you home lickity-split." He offered, holding out one hand.
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