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.
Despite his shame, Dareios is intrigued by Miya's interest. She didn't recoil in disgust when he demonstrated his ability of ultra speed. And she didn't wince or cry when his fangs made their brief appearance. Given this was only the second time the two had interacted since his identity had come to light, the vampire mayor took it as a step in the right direction. His mind was still awhirl with this information as they moved inside the building. He hardly caught her second apology in the span of just a few minutes - this time trying to unnecessarily correct herself over the cost of living in the city. Miya was right - it was expensive to live in Sacrosanct. What people failed to connect was the hot bed of supernatural residents here - most of whom were ancient in age and therefore had amassed great wealth overtime. Dareios, certainly, was one of them. Their strong numbers here did not bode well for the more human-centric economy. He assumed he'd be apologizing for it for the rest of his life, however many more centuries that may be.
Dareios' glare shot around the apartment as he sat tall on the barstool near her kitchen. He took in the sights and scents, but his sightline kept easing back to Miya. This was perhaps the most authentic version he'd seen of her - her tired body moving across the kitchen, watching her let her hair down, the way she plopped herself into the stool across from him - there was no facade, no guard to hold up.
He was touched by the way she thanked him for helping her and just for stumbling upon her today. If only she knew how much it meant to him, too. "You were, huh?" He teased playfully about her quip about calling him. He reached across the table to put one ice-cold hand over hers.
"So... ask away Dr. Aiken." He said rather abruptly. "You've got questions, and I've got answers. I'm an open book." He added with a smile. "Let me be your instructor on all things vampire."
But before she could pepper him with any questions, Miya stood and moved to get the whistling pot from the stove. Dareios' head snapped back when he heard her hiss. He stands quickly, moving with lightning speed to be by her side. The hairs on the back of his undead neck prickle with interest as he examines her wound. "Yikes, that must hurt." He says while hovering. Then he has an idea. "I can help... Again, if you trust me."
Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl