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.
I don't think I'll make it out alive
Well, that had been the most stressful and longest car ride of his life so far. The roads had been clear enough but Askaree, fuck sake Askaree, and her constantly yelling to go faster even when he was well past the speed limit had made none of it remotely calm. It wasn't even that they had a far distance to travel from that ridiculous bar! The entire thing took probably less than twenty minutes for them to get there and yet she had acted as though they had to cross a goddamn country. Still, if Spencer had any complaints, he had kept them to himself. A feat he was glad of as he watched her terrorise her way through the nursing home. For all the times he pushed, he wasn't a complete idiot and he had already risked too much earlier. Seeing her behaviour now, he knew she would shatter him without a thought.
He murmured a quick apology in attempt to alleviate some of the tension between the nurses after Askaree had stormed through, unable and unwilling to offer more than an empty apology for someone who obviously felt no remorse. No, this was more an attempt to avoid further tensions or - godforbid- some forsaken and completely misplaced lecture. While it may have been tempting to another to follow and see what - or rather who - had Askaree so stressed and worried, Spencer felt that by inviting himself to follow it would be... too much. Too much of what, he couldn't quite define. Yes, there was that volatile line of they shared with the push/pull games they played but this, this was something entirely different. He had no upper hand, nothing to gain, or at least nothing he would want to gain or use against her even should something appear that a more immoral or ethically loose individual may choose. None of that mattered though, not even his desire to remain uninvolved, when he suddenly heard his name roared through the halls. He hopped up like the obedient soldier, long legs eating the distance until he found the room. It was only there that he came to an abrupt stop, his eyes resting on the individual in the bed with the machines. The sight brought a whirlwind of bad memories to the forefront of his mind, the man frozen in place momentarily and robbed of his voice until she spoke, that single command hanging in the air between them.
That single, impossible command.
Spencer stepped quietly up to the pair, Askaree with her ire hiding her vulnerabilities and the ghost in the bed. His eyes searched the man in the bed, the machines, taking in all the information and the reality of the situation. She wanted the impossible, a cure that didn't exist. A cure that shouldn't exist. A cure that would cost demand too much. There was no way to turn back the hands of time. It would always stubbornly march on. Anyone that said otherwise was a snake.
"Askaree," He started, voice soft but steady, "He's..." He stopped, dragging his hand over his mouth before (he was aware this was at the risk of his physical safety) he touched her shoulder lightly (hesitantly). "At most, I can ease his passing." He pulled his hand back before he tempted fate too much, not willing to add to his prosthetic collection. Now he supposed he would need to weather whatever storm had brewed. "I'm sorry."