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 January 05, 2015 by Katarina Foster
North


I don't know whether I want to punch that simper right off his face or kiss the lips that are simpering in moments like these. It's so hard to choose which I'd get more satisfaction from. His comment about vodka makes me give a mischeveous smirk in reply. Yes, we do have some memories when it comes to drinking. I tend to get more competitive and more seductive when I have alcohol in my system. I narrow my eyes playfully.

"I'm guessing you have a large stock of that too."

He probably has every alcohol known to man hidden away in that mansion of an apartment.

When he changes the subject to what happened, or rather, what almost happened with a little girl, the idea is sobering enough to turn the whole conversation to more serious ideas. And of course, then he has to bring up a damn christmas tree of all things. Why do I need one of those, might I ask? It's not like I have time to sit around it and sing carols. When I ask him about the price, hoping that might distract him enough to change the subject, he laughs instead and asks if I'm worried. I shrug lightly.

"Maybe I just don't think a piece of plastic is worth that much."

He shrugs and then promptly sticks his foot in his mouth with his next comment. I give him my most dashing smile, batting my lashes for the best effect.

"Only if I can pick it out."

I flash him a teasing grin. He should have never said that.

As he turns to walk to his car, I take up a pace beside him, letting my shoulder brush him innocently every few strides. He seems to be deep in thought so I leave him to them, wondering myself what the rest of the night will hold. He moves to the passenger side first, opening the car door for me and I slide in with a grateful smile and rub my hands together, grateful to be out of the cold. I observe him easily as he slides in on the driver's side and turns on the heat, a smirk tugging at my lips as I look out the window. Only when the audible click of the door brings me back to attention, my body tensing at the sudden noise as I snap my head around to look at him in suspicion. All I have to do is look at his face to know I'm not going to like what's coming so I lean back in my seat and cross my arms with a sigh, glaring at him now as he comes to a stop at a light.

His first words throw me off a little, not what I was expecting. My face slackens and my arms uncross, my head tilting in puzzlement. He doesn't mind waiting? What is he talking about? I part my lips to ask but as he shifts, I can guess that he's not finished yet. He looks back at the road and I scowl in more puzzlement, watching as he drums his fingers on the steering wheel. As he speaks again, my eyes widen in surprise. He waits up for me? I had no idea. I just thought he had a hard time sleeping at night. My scowl deepens. I thought my phone was broken when it kept ringing. No one was ever on the other line when I picked up. My lips tighten when he says he doesn't like it that I hunt but before I can cut him off and tell him it's not going to stop, he finishes, accepting it and saying he gets it. Once more my face slackens and I raise a brow in surprise, my lips twitching toward a smile this time.

He runs a hand through his hair and I tilt my head again, wondering what else he has to say. I smirk when he admits that I should be keeping an eye on him but my jaw completely drops when he mentions moving in together. Did he really just say that? I end up biting my bottom lip when he brings it around to his point, how long he needs to wait before I decide what I want. It doesn't take a genius to know he's talking about us, or rather, the us that I denied him when he asked. I repeat his question over and over in my head, my gaze dropping from his as I turn my head to look out the window, my eyes betraying the emotion fighting around in my head right now. What do I want him to be for me? What the hell kind fo question is that? I know he's not trying to make an ultimatum and yet it feels like it, like if I don't make a decision, he'll make it for me and I probably won't like the results. Does this mean he wants to date other people? I never saw him with anyone else after that night but I guess I never thought about how lonely that might make him.

I continue to chew on my lip, listening to the rest as he tells me I don't have to do this if I don't want to. Now it's like he doesn't want me to decide. What does he want from me? I'm so confused. I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I finally turn back to him. I feel so vulnerable, my eyes searching his features as I look down at the hands pressed together in my lap. Slowly I bring one hand over to his, grasping it gently off the steering wheel as I thread my fingers through his. Slowly looking into his eyes, I offer a slow smile.

"Kohl...you. I want you to be you. I don't need you to be anything else or anyone else. If you want o give this...exclusive thing a try, then I'll do it. I just...I have no experience with this so you'll have to be patient with me. Just know that there's no one else...there never has been."

I bite my lip again, hoping that's enough, hoping I don't have to spell out my feelings becuase that would be slow torture.




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