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.

my love is like footsteps in the snow


Posted on November 01, 2020 by audette rousseau
North

audette rousseau


Ah, how awful those French words were from the Hunter's lips, his baritone lit accenting all the wrong letters, and yet, Audette said distinctly little of it beyond the soft simper that blossomed across her fair feminine features. The query of her hometown naturally caused her thoughts to wander back towards the country she had left behind her. How she missed the French countryside, her small town nothing short of idyllic in every manner and yet....how she had loved every moment of it. That nostalgia infected even her soprano voice as she made an effort to describe those fields of flowers and vast vineyards that surrounded the town - how it seemed like a whole different life now! Aiden's jest of indulging in those activities that so defined her species prompted a small simper to her lips. Audette had, admittedly, been known to craft a flower crown or two within her youth. And oh the games they'd used to play in those springtime fields! They'd dart between the supporting wooden pillars of the grapevines and dash through the flowered pastures with laughter on their lips and the sunshine in their hair! Such times were somehow...simplier than now, though Audette hardly saw fit to mention those memories of her childhood.

Rather, it was the current city that surrounded them that caught her intrigue. Her head inclined ever so slightly to the side in a wholly inquisitive fashion, the girl entirely ignorant of the beauty of the city she'd taken up residence in. After all, between ballet practices, yoga stretches, and performances, Audette had yet to really find time to discover all the metropolis had to offer her. How...attentive he was to both the beauty of his home and too the darkness that dwelled within the depths of it - the way he spoke of it almost made it seem as if he loved Sacrosanct quite in the same way she so adored France! Audette was quick to inquire of he would show her the beauty of the town he so spoke of, the sheer suggestion seemed to catch him off guard - though really, she couldn't fathom why. Was this not what people did? Enjoyed one another's company? Before he quite had a moment to respond, however, there was a movement to her right, drawing the weight of her clove colored irises upwards and towards the waitress who stood with a large tray balanced upon the palm of her hand.

How quickly the young woman could become distracted when there was food to indulge in! Her eyes widened as plate after plate was placed upon their small table, filling the surface except for the space directly in front of her. How many different things there were to try! Audette was hardly certain where to start, her fork swirling lightly in the air in indecision before she stabbed her fork into the dish closest to her. How eager she was to try them all, the young woman hardly concerned with what Adrien might think of her as she indulged in every single dish. After all...dancing day in and day out was...exhausting, her body near demanding a proper meal to replace the calories she'd spent. They quickly made their way through the dishes, Adrien truly embracing his own hunger. It hardly took as long as she thought to work through the multitude of plates, Audette quickly claiming her favorites for herself, with a great measure of teasing. Finally, however, they were down to one last dish, this one she had admittedly avoided only for its appearance.

Audette could hardly help the skeptical glance upon her features as she eyed the dish in front of her, much to her date's amusement. The sound of his laughter drew her gaze upwards, her eyes rolling almost good-naturedly even as he made some effort to fend her off. Without any further hesitation, Audette took a small piece of the fish...thing onto her fork, the young woman popping it into her mouth before chewing in deep contemplation of the flavors that exploded to life on her tongue. Slowly, but surely, her nose began to wrinkle in dislike before her head shook ever so slightly, her French accent all but intense as she insisted this one was...not so good. His insistence that he had to try it now prompted a dubious look again across her features before her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "I warned you." She insisted, watching as he took a small piece for himself. He seemed to consider it for the moment, the man hardly holding the same adverse reaction as herself before he admitted it was...not the worst...nor the best that they had enjoyed tonight. "It is okay, everything else though was....delicious." The girl concluded, making a conscious effort to shy away from the French terms that so frequently peppered her sentences.

It was Adrien's voice, however, that drew Audette's gaze back towards the man as he offered to show her..someplace...someplace that would have something to offer her a far different taste. Her brow rose ever so slightly, the vagueness of the suggestion certainly had managed to ignite her curiosity. "Trust you?" She inquired, her clover colored gaze eying him intently for a moment before her head bobbed. After all, he was still her savior, rescuing her from a vampire that had wanted to make her little more than a quick snack. It would be silly to not trust him when he had already given her back her life! "Oui, I trust you." She responded steadfastly. How quick he was to track the waitress, paying for their meal while Audette rose to her feet. Her jacket was carefully slipped on over her shoulders, her dance duffle bag lifted on the floor as she thanked their waitress and allowed Adrien to lead her out into the cool crispness of the night's air.

With ease she slung her dufflebag's strap over her shoulder, the dancer falling into step with her companion, although her pace was far slower then she knew he could walk. As it was, her feet...hurt from being on them all day, the aftermath of the performance always tended to require a bit of...self care of sorts. Audette was distracted from such thoughts, however, at the soft baritone rumble of the man beside her. A bright simper once again fluttered upon her features as her clove colored irises turned towards him. "It was...enjoyable. I liked it...besides the cuttlefish." She answered with a light giggle, allowing him to lead her down the Eastern streets with little concern as to where they might be going. Abruptly, Adrien stopped, reaching over to pull open the door for her with a soft mention of a promise. Quizzically, she glanced up at him only to step inside, the French woman immediately greeted with a scent she know oh so well - coffee. "Mmmm." The soft sound of delight echoed on her lips as her gaze darted towards display case. "Ah! Adrien! Pain au chocolate!" She exclaimed with far more glee necessary, the young woman's near dancing towards the case before pivoting upon her the toes of her sneakers in a mock pirouette, "Can we get some? Please?" She inquired, her attention so wholly devoted to her Hunter that even the curiosities of what he had wanted to show her was lost in her glee of chocolate croissants.