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 Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on July 04, 2014 by Damon
North


The world can be a very strange place. I find myself standing out the Voodoo Room once again, wondering if I should go in and what I'll find once inside. Will I find a girl or two to keep my arms warm while I escort them home and get my full satisfaction? Or will I sit at the bar brooding like I've been doing more than is necessary the past couple nights? This used to come so easy to me. I used to walk into bars without a second thought and easily pick out my nightly victims from the moment I walk through the door. I'd spend the rest of the night coaxing and persuading their attentions until I have both in the bag and then I'd walk them home so we can party and drink to everyone's desire. I know that vampire blood can be such a high for a human and I utilize that, giving them the ultimate in fun while I drink my fill. I don't kill if I can help it. Sometimes I get a little carried away but it's easy enough to compulse the other one that her roommate's just sleeping and that she should leave her be.

But tonight doesn't feel like one of those nights. It hasn't in a really long time. Not since I met that girl in the cemetary, the one whose name I don't even know. The Were. I took her back to my place and we had the time of our lives and then that day she vanished as I knew she would. Got to love the sun and how tired it makes me. I crawled into my casket bed and slept the day away while she perused my house then left like she'd never been before. But oh, I know that she's been back time and again, haunting me in the daylight. She leaves her scent on my furniture, on the lounge chairs outside, on the sofa, on the bed. But she's never there to relieve the urges that come with such a provocation. And I don't even know her name.

I've been trying to forget. I've been drinking my nights away, looking for her in the crowd but knowing I won't see her. I even try looking at others but nothing helps. And so tonight I have a new plan in mind. I'm going to walk in that bar and talk to the first person I see and if we hit it off and become friends or something, then great. If he or she thinks I'm a total douche and leaves, then sucks for me but at least I tried something besides sitting in a corner booth drinking and knowing it'll always taste like water. I can't get drunk so I don't even know why I try. And so I sigh and put my hands in my pockets, walking through the doors into the club where I head straight to the bar. But something stops me. I hear a slight rustle as two people collide and when I turn my head, the girl murmurs something in another language under her breath before continuing to a booth. Booths...I fucking hate booths. So closed off fromthe rest of the world. So "I don't want to be bothered so stay the fuck away." Stupid booths.

But I stick to my guns and order my drink before walking over to her booth. Yes, I'm the asshole who will come over and slide right in across from you, not caring if you're waiting for someone or just waiting for them to get out of the bathroom. I set my drink on the table and clear my throat as I get a whiff of what she's drinking. Wine, huh? How...high class. She smells like blood and death. I actually didn't ping her as a vampire but I guess there's all kinds.

"You have an expensive taste. I guess that means you're either a business owner or heir of a wealthy estate."

I grab my drink and throw it back, the Whiskey sliding down my throat witha pinch of burn but not much more. I only get a small sensation of warmth in my gut beore it fades. Once I set it down, I hold out my hand.

"Damon. Jobless and rich only by luck. You?"

My lips twitch at the hint of a smirk as my bright blue gaze watches her, waiting for her to make her move.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos



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