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 18, 2014 by Damon
North


Yes, I do tend to make a mess on most kills. I don't aim for precise and clean. That's just not my style. I'm a trouble maker, a bringer of chaos. And I'm more of a spontaneous killer. When I feed, I actually try not to kill my victims. I pride myself on my control, so when I kill, it's usually out of emotion. Anger, bitterness, old memories haunting me, that sort of thing. I don't kill for no reason. That's the only reason I broke the hunter's neck. I have no emotional reason to kill him. I just killed him because it was a matter of survival. If I let him go, he would have come after me again and probably would have support next time. I couldn't risk it so I killed him.

She tends to stand back more toward the wall and I watch her with intrigue. Why doesn't she come closer? Afraid she might like the smell of death? I have a feeling she's been cooped up in her club for far too long. Time to get out and breathe in some fresh air. Time to live a little. She looks at me with suspicion and I return her gaze with nothing short of amusement and patience, waiting for her to make her decision. Will she go back to her safe cozy life at the club away from the shadows or will she finally embrace what she is and come into the moonlight?

As I present the body to her, I almost expect her to turn away. Yes, the blood will turn cold soon enough and it pretty much loses its flavor after that but there's still time to taste the power only a hunter's blood can hold. After a few moments, she reaches out for the body and I keep my support on it while she clings to his clothes, slowly lowering her extended fangs to his neck. I can tell the moment she gets a taste because her eyes light up with new life and glisten like a newly made vampire's would. I know she can taste the power, the rawness of it. When she finally pulls away with a sigh, my lips hold a grin of triumph. I know she enjoyed it. I can tell.

Her comment causes me to nod as I throw the mostly drained body over my shoulder.

"It tastes even better when they're still kicking and screaming but I'll have to give you that pleasure another time."

I give her a playful wink, watching her wipe the blood from her lips. At her question, I offer a light shrug.

"I like to mix it up a little. You never know what you're going to get."

I motion my head toward the body.

"Guess I'll be going to dump this. See ya around, Ceara."

Shooting her another smirk, I bend my upper half in a complimentary bow, even with a corpse on my shoulder, dipping my head as only a gentleman would. As I straighten up, I turn on my heels and disappear into the shadows. Hopefully we'll meet again. I'm pretty sure I left an impression.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos