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.

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Posted on September 19, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
North


Maybe just like with Raven, I felt some sort of kindredship with this guy. Maybe something called me to that chair in the bar besides the fact that it was further from the group of shady looking men. Maybe something told me that somewhere behind that quiet exterior, he knows something about a bad upbringing too. Of course, we've both reacted in different ways. He holds it inside while I carry my past around like a great weight that holds me down like chains. Every time I see an older man with his hand raised, I see my father. Every time I hear a growl in the dark, I think he's coming for me. Every time I feel the tang of anger in the air, I have to resist the urge to run and hide. Maybe some day I'll get over it and get to move on. Maybe some day I'll be able to look at a man and not think of him, maybe touch a man and not shudder. The touch of a man terrifies me in every aspect. Will I ever get over that?

Something tells me he would have put up a good fight if we were still in that bar but I couldn't stand the thought of seeing someone else take the beating that was meant for me. I've never had someone there to defend me until Raven stepped into the picture. I'm not used to the idea. Maybe that's why I took on powers that help me not feel so helpless. I can pull a shield around myself to protect me from harm and I can extend it to other people as well. My silent running power allows me to make a quick escape and lose my chasers easier when they can't see or hear me to know where I am. All I need is a head start. The running won't help with this guy since he'll make noise. I could have let him have my shield but then we'd be at their mercy until either they were all knocked out or the bar tender threw us out. Fighting has never been first instinct for me. Flight is always the better option. That's why I chose to run.

I scowl and raise my brow in puzzlement. Just a piece of rubber? Did he not just see it fly through that window? And then my jaw gapes open as the rubber starts to peel away from the tire. I snap my head back to him, eyes wide and more than a little uncertain.

"You did that?"

My curiosity has always gotten the better of me. The glass from the broken window has even disappeared, leaving behind only what looks akin to beach sand. I look him over with a measure of curiosity and fear. What other powers does he have and how could they hurt me if they can do that to a tire and glass? He does have a very strong accent. I wish I knew how to place it but it's not like I have any knowledge of accents anyway. I grab his arm and start toward the back door but not without glancing back over my shoulder when I start hearing yells and cursing. The chairs...seem to be moving on their own. My eyes widen and I almost drop his arm in shock. Is he doing that too? I don't stop until we're well away from the bar though and I back peddle away from him as if slapped, suddenly remembering he's a man.

I frown and tilt my head, curiosity and confusion on my features.

"Bar tab? What's being arrested like?"

I don't know what either of those terms mean. I don't remember Raven or Tobi ever mentioning them. I glance down as he runs his hand up his arm. His skin seems a little bumpy. I have to resist the urge to reach out and feel them. His arm was smooth when I last touched it. I shudder at the thought of touching him. Why did I do that? How could I forgot what he is? I don't even know him. I know nothing about him. For all I know, he could be worse than the men we left behind. I listen quietly as he tells me that they would have deserved whatever he could give them, my nose wrinkling automatically as he pulls out another cigarette. I sigh and look down, shifting my weight.

"It wasn't you they were after."

I murmur. When he mentions a car, I shudder and look around beofre shaking my head.

"I don't like those things anyway. Too....unpredictable."

I bite down on my bottom lip, watching him for a minute. He doesn't seem angry or threatening for the moment.

"What's your name?"

I find myself asking.




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