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 December 17, 2014 by Damon
North


The trip was made quickly enough and luckily, the were-anaconda didn't struggle or move much. She also didn't talk so that left me focused enough on where I was going to get her to the Witchery in no time. A small group is already forming outside the place which brings a curious scowl to my features. The witch is easy enough to pick out with her porcelain skin and dark locks and the blue gray eyes of mystery. I'm sure she draws in her share of admirers with looks like those but most witches give me the creeps. The idea of someone being able to control me with a puff of smoke or something in a vial or whatever they use now a days is enough to make me keep my distance. Ironic when you think about the fact that my own power consists of talking to someone with eye contact and getting them to do whatever I say. The witch is accompanied by Raven, the large were-wolf that I could never forget since her hand marked my cheek at our very first meeting. The hunter in their wake is watched as steadily as the witch though, having seen his use of a bow at the masquerade party. He's quick to grab a weapon, it would seem, and I have a good hatred for pointed objects.

When the witch sees me, she calls a name that I put down to memory. Bethel, that must be the were-anaconda in my arms. I know that Isolt is right on my heels so I'll let her explain but when the hunter addds his question to the mix, I can't help but raise a brow in his direction.

"You've already proven you're not mute so unless you're deaf and blind, I doubt you missed much."

My gray blue eyes glisten daringly. I can already tell by the tightness of his wrists that he'd rather have a weapon in his hand right now than a donut that he seems to enjoy tormenting Raven with. Raven gets him back though, snapping at his hand and telling him not to touch her. I feel a tad of respect for the wolf in defending herself, the look quickly dissipating from my features. Of course, my lips tug into a smirk at her next words. Wolf's got a sharp tongue.

I am still concerned about Isolt's reaction though. She seemed pretty broken up when Bethel turned down her blood, a thing I still plan to ask her about later. Who taught her that trick? Surely it wasn't her maker. From what I heard, they didn't teach her much of anything. I thought I had taught her most of what she knows but apparently there are things even I don't know. When Isolt had looked at me, I could see the silent plea in her eyes which is why I took charge and made a move, grabbing up the were to bring her to the witch she was seeking. I know Isolt doesn't want to see her in pain and I don't want to see Isolt feeling guilty. It'll only wrinkle her pretty face.

She nods at me but I know her heart isn't in it so I slowed down my stride first to make sure she was coming. I'll be damned before I leave her to wallow in her own self pity over what happened. My features soften when she arrives, stepping forward to address the witch. I shift my weight, still holding the were gently in my arms as Isolt asks for help. I scowl a little when she volunteers the information that she hit her with a car. I don't think she needed to say anything unless asked and then I could have come up with something smoother. Leave it to Isolt to bear her heart on her sleeve. Seeing as I an't think of anything else to add, I turn my patient gaze to the witch, waiting for her to tell me where to put the girl down. She hasn't said a word since I picked her up but she doesn't seem to be recoiling from me either. When she looks at the witch, there's a flicker of recognition in her eyes so I can only guess this is the witch she was speaking of.

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