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 October 15, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
North


I've always been too much of an open book for my own good. I can't hide my emotions, whether it be fear, disgust, even the rare bouts of hatred. All of it shows on my face, in my eyes, in the way I hold myself when I feel these things. My father abhorred that about me, how weak and vulnerable I looked when he cornered me in the house. The more I tried to hide how I felt, the more it seemed to come pouring out of me like a tidal wave. I just couldn't keep it down.

I don't know why I ducked into that bar tonight, if only for a quick escape. Going straight would have only brought them closer and I've learned through years as a fox that staying in the line of sight is a sure way to dinner. When you're chasing a hare and you lose sight of him, most times, you're screwed for dinner that night. So I must have ducked into the bar instinctively to get out of their line of sight, hoping they would keep going straight. I should have known that wouldn't be my luck.

If he ever tried to tell me that someone should look after me, I wouldn't believe him. No one ever has before so why start now? I'm no one's problem but my own. Sure, I have Raven now but I don't like even turning to her for help, even though I know she would never let me down. I'm not used to being on my own but I figure I've got to get used to it sooner rather than later. I have to get stronger, somehow.

I scowl when he makes a comment about me not protecting myself.

"Thanks,captain obvious."

I mumble as I look down at the concrete beneath my feet. He looks past me and I shuffle my foot on the ground. A part of me wishes he would just let it go and go on home or wherever it is he's going to go next but a deeper part of me hopes he'll stay, if only for the company and the safety I feel in his presence. I want to grab on tight and never let go of that feeling every time it comes around, which is rare.

He seems impatient when I push to go home by myself, his voice curt. I jerk back instinctively, my body easily picking up on any change in emotion and short words usually lead to short slaps, or at least it has in my experience. I tilt my head when he mentions his mental death trap. I can only think that means his car. Finally I sigh in resignation and roll my shoulders in a shrug.

"Fine. This way."

I turn toward Raven's house and start walking.

"But don't expect a kiss good night when we get there."

I mumble with as much sarcasm as I'd ever show, since I don't usually use it at all. I've been watching a lot of tv shows at the house since I never watched tv before and I've picked up on a few things. Guys walking girls home and getting a kiss at the end is one thing I've picked up on, though it makes me wrinkle my nose and jerk back in disgust every time. How can a girl let a guy that close? How can she trust him not to hurt her? It escapes me.




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