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.

If I were a simple man


Posted on September 24, 2014 by Davante Dorian
North

I had expected a fight. I was usually in the mindset for one, anyway. The adrenaline, the way your heart raced with an electricity that was unmatchable, unbeatable. Yeah, I loved a good fight. Was that the testosterone speaking? Did every guy like to fight? Hell, yeah! They liked to fight just as much as they liked a good fuck; any guy. Every guy. Those who speak differently have got to have a nasty, metallic, lie-flavored taste on their tongues. In that way, I'm pretty sure all men are the same and the stereotype rings true. The other 98 percent of the time? Yeah, there were different kind so of men... But seriously. Every one of us likes the feeling of flesh on flesh, regardless of the violence or intimacy involved.

The cigarette wasn't enough to calm my nerves, in that I needed some kind of physical release. Pinning the men against the walls had been enough to calm them for that moment, but I would probably go back and deal with them later on, even if it was only to clean up the lifeless mess that was probably waiting for me in the bar behind us. Would that bother this woman? If only the helpless, innocent woman in front of me could hear my thoughts. I laughed, seriously unable to keep the bark back considering most weren't privy to the sadist thorns my thoughts were usually twisted with. Gnarled knots, half the time. The other half? I couldn't make sense of them, let alone pick out the thorns. I had a feeling she wouldn't understand what I found humorous about the situation, and gently chose to leave it to myself by dropping the cigarette and stubbing the cherry out with the tip of my boot.

"While they weren't after me, it wouldn't be the first time I took care of someone else's problems," I started to reply, choose words carefully. Like knives, they had edges that sometimes slid between cracks that you were unsuspecting, or didn't know they were there. Had I spoken harshly to Elenore post-attack, she would have crumbled like already fragile brick walls. You expect strength, but your expectations are met with disappointing results considering brick was supposed to be exponentially stronger than the wind and the other harsh elements. Even her comments led me to believe that she had been seriously shaken up, bringing her to be leery of cars. Cars?

I had to hold back another politically incorrect snort of laughter. Cars were unpredictable, yeah, but had she not seen what I could do with a little rubber and metal? Cars were second nature to me; fixing them was like a task I was born for. I loved the feeling of success when you connected wires that someone didn't even see were disconnected. It gave me a feeling of being unstoppable, because if you could work your way out from the hood of a car... You could go anywhere.

"Davante," I told her, deciding against withholding information. "Dorian." What could she possibly hold against me? This creature of prey, something I may have to take care of again someday...

"I've been told were's don't necessarily care about names. If you do, feel free to enlighten me on yours. I have a sour feeling that I might need it in the future when trouble comes knocking."






davante
Aiming to misbehave.




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