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.

we leave tonight or live and die this way


Posted on October 11, 2020 by audette rousseau
North

audette rousseau


The ballerina was entirely capable of being astute when she chose to be, the man in front of her had thus far proven to be nothing if not terrible resolute when he put his mind to something. No, he would not give his wallet up even in the face of certain death. No, he would not visit a hospital even when his arm was profusely bleeding. And, most recently, no he would not allow her to see to the mess of his blood herself. It was, Audette had come to realize, utterly futile to attempt to convince him otherwise and so, instead, the young woman merely focused upon fixing what she could - namely ensuring that he hardly bled out...or at least that the extensive blood loss did not earn him the unwanted attention of a far too hungry vampire when he did leave her for wherever his path may take him. Audette, however, was nothing if not utterly diligent in her self appointed task, her attention upon her work steadfast as her fingers dexteriously wrapped his arm with the gauze she'd taken from her first aid kit. He hardly seemed to move as she worked, though Audette equally hardly seemed to notice either. That was, at least, until he teased her about missing her calling as a doctor.

Her insistence that she'd be nothing short of terrible was one hs was all too quick to refute and yet, Audette was certain that doctors did far too much sitting for her liking. That smirk on his features told her that he hardly agreed, so too did the lighthearted sarcasm that laced his face. "Oui, they are always sitting on that...ah...what do you call it? That little chair that spins?" Her forefingler circled lightly in the air as she attempted to mimic the rotation of the stool she'd watched several physicians perch upon, pushing themselves around the exam room. It hardly held the same fluidity as the dancing that Audette had become obsessed with, her passion for helping others, it seemed, had it's limits when it came to stools. Nevertheless, the girl was quick to brush off any sort of apology he tried to offer her. After all, neither of them had asked to be robbed and frankly, things could have been much worse off then the role of a shill that she had temporarily been cast into. In the end, they had both made it out alive and that was truly of the greatest importance to the young French woman. It was only baffling that he disagreed! Audette could hardly help that visible look fo shock upon her features as her companion admitted he had flashed a fifty at the waitress in the diner around the corner - all in an effort to brighten her day at the risk of his poor pocketbook. "Oh, a bad day? Monsieur Kit, it sounds as if you fancied her, oui?" She commented, clearly teasing him as that warm simper alit her fair features. He undoubtably succeeded in standing out in that waitress's mind, she was sure! Though, given the sounds of the screams, so too had he likely stood out in the minds of their captors as well. That warm smile so quickly dissipated as the thought danced across Audette's mind, though she was quick to push it away as he inquired after bleach.

Now that was not a word she knew. For a moment, she repeated the very term, her brows furrowing in brief contemplation as he so strove to fill in the gasp, his very description of it, however, certainly strove to fill in that gap within her mind. "Ah! Eau de javel!" She commented in perfect French, her head bobbing ever so slightly. "You said you call it...'bleach'?" The woman inquired, glancing over her shoulder as she moved towards the kitchen, attempting to mimic the syllables he had spoken. What a perfectly odd word, she was sure, and yet she would make every effort to memorize it all the same. She listened all the same as she rifled through her cabinet, even as he insisted she surely had far better things to do with her day. Truly, her afternoon had been widely unspoken for and Audette had little difficulty in admitting just that. She stood up, triumphantly with a white spray bottle on her hands, his brief comment of her integrity prompting an almost puzzled glimpse upon her features, the girl hardly even considering that one might lie in an effort to rid themselves of him. After all, he was pleasant enough company...earlier events aside, of course.

Nevertheless, Audette returned to him easily enough with both bottle and paper towels in hand, the man altogether quick to grab them, even with his word of appreciation as he quickly set off to see the floor, and her chair, both appearing as if they had hardly suffered the traumatic blood loss of a fae but moment's prior. With his work done, her newest companion turned to face her with an almost sheepish grin, one that she was quick to return with an altogether genuine simper. "Ah, it was my pleasure, I am glad you are okay." She insisted, happy enough to help even as she led him towards the door of her apartment. "I do look forward to it. Good day, Monsieur Kit."