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 poison is your remedy


Posted on July 08, 2014 by Giselle Bordeaux
North
... but you don't know me... and soon you won't forget...
... bad as can be... yeah you know I'm not so innocent...



High manners and chivalry are things that have seemed to decline as society grew older; honestly it was such a pity. In her experience with meeting Vampires things had went one of three ways; fight, fuck or formalities. Often times all three occurred within short amounts of time and generally the first two always followed the last. Honestly Vampires were simple in their needs and always tended to abide by them; they were much similar to animals than most cared to admit, though they at least had much more tact. Most would frown upon the similarities she'd found between the undead and beasts; but she was quite content to let her inner animal come out and play all too often. She was a woman driven by her needs and sought to find only the things that brought pleasure to her. One could say that everyone were to be this way; however Vampires, well they just did it best.


Green pools focused in on his; those blue eyes shimmered, holding back things she'd wanted to see out of him. She ran her fingertip across the rim of her wine glass before sliding her fingers down to wrap around it and bring it up to her lips. He rested his elbows against the table as he spoke. She lowered her almost empty glass back down, intently watching Damon. A coy smile built up on her bare lips as she looked deep into his yearning eyes. "I've yet to figure that part out yet." She let loose a short lived giggle before the humor dropped from her features and she bit down playfully against her lip. "Perhaps I'll find someone to help me occupy my time." If there was one thing Vampires had oodles of, it was time.


The bartender shuffles out to their booth, dropping off a fresh glass for Damon. Apparently he's a regular around here. Giselle had yet to determine if that was a good thing or not. There was nothing wrong with it; being known at a local drinking establishment, well depending on who you were talking to at least. The Voodoo Room seemed to almost be a sorts of mecca for the supernatural. Of course it contained its fair share of mortals but the succulent smell of dried blood hung on quite a good number of patrons. Some that shared the gift she and Damon were fortunate to come upon and then there were those who dared to hunt their kind. You could pick them from a crowd almost as easily as any other supernatural; especially since they seemed to want to carry the scent of those that had last met their chopping block. The thoughts of Hunters could almost make her stomach turn; but they were just more of a challenge than the rest of cattle in her mind. They were the red headed step-children of the supernatural world and barely received an ounce of fear from her.


She shifted her weight in her seat slightly as she slipped one of the black stilettos off her foot. Extending a well-toned leg she arches her back slightly in the booth, running her bare foot against the dark haired Vampires leg. Gently she caresses her skin against his rough jeans with a mischievous smile painted against her lips. Lowering the tone of her voice to a soft purr, she leans forward against the table. "Think you might know anyone who could help me with that?" She slowly leans back, strawberry blonde strands falling back into place as her hand comes up to meet them. After her fingers run smoothly through her hair she reaches down to her glass, bringing it to her lips and savoring the last sip of her merlot. It rolls effortlessly past her lips, caressing her tongue before running down her throat with ease. Bright green eyes stay fixed onto Damon's blue pools, sparkling back at him as she awaits his response.



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