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.

i'm not that insane


Posted on January 05, 2015 by Blaire Brink
North




Winter, it was Blaire's favorite season, and had been since she could remember. The cold appealed to her, especially as a vampire, it made blood seem that much warmer. In a way the winter represented her, icy and impenetrable, something she was and became even more so as a vampire. When she was turned it allowed her to get in touch with the animal that rested deep inside of her, it gave her an opportunity to become who she knew she would always be. It made her the thing you didn't want to run into at night, because if you did it was very likely that it would be your last moments on this horrid little place called earth.

Blaire was merciless, she did what she wanted when she wanted, and she often left numerous dead bodies for people to find. Her favorite thing was to mangle them beyond recognition before placing them somewhere that a loved one would find them. She would often watch and listen to the reactions, a couple times it almost got her killed, but as always she managed to escape. She knew what she was doing, and she knew how to bend people to her will, it made living more bearable, especially after everything she'd seen in her eighty-four years.

Tonight was just another night for her to find another source of entertainment to keep her busy for a little while, so she chose the bar. She wasn't in the mood for the endless noise of a club, but she still wanted to be in a place where she could hunt. Blaire was hungry, then again, she was always craving blood, it's what kept her going, well that and the possibility of finding a new toy. Though she wanted to eat tonight, she also was in the mood to cause some trouble, and that only meant that before the night was over she would get what she desired. She would make sure of it, no matter how bloody it got.

The vampire moved down the alleyways that lead towards the bar, her icy grey eyes focused ahead. Her senses were reeling, there were so many fresh sticky humans near her, and it only made the blood lust in her rise. Her teeth found her lower lip as she moved along silently and swiftly, not even her footsteps could be heard. She was so used to being the hunter that it bled into everything else, but in a way it was a good thing because she was always hunting. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, stopping mid-back. Her upper body was covered by a red long-sleeve shirt that dipped to give a hint at cleavage, and a black leather jacket rest over that. Lower limbs were in a pair of denim that clung to her perfectly, and disappeared into a pair of black heeled boots. Her make-up was down in dark smoky hues that highlighted her eyes perfectly, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Blaire finally reached the bouncer that was checking people's IDs at the door; a small smirk appeared on her lips as she approached him. He would be so easy to dispatch of if she really wanted to, but there were too many witnesses for that. Instead her eyes locked with his and after a couple seconds he let her pass. She used her gift as she always did when she needed something, and once again it proved handy. With a slight wink at a girl who started at her with her jaw dropped the slightest bit, she moved into the bar. The smell of human blood filling her nose, but also the scent of some of the other beings she knew resigned in this place. Then the noise kicked up for a second at the door and she saw the bouncer crumple onto the ground clutching his chest. A quiet laugh passed her lips as a male moved past her, she quickly caught his scent and right away a low growl sounded in her throat. He was a were, one of the vampires apparent sworn enemies, but she only watched him for a few seconds before moving towards the bar.

A rather tall man stepped in front of her, the look on his face giving away what he thought of himself. He thought he was king shit of fuck mountain, and Blaire wouldn't let that slide. With a mock sweet smile at his slurred words of courting, her hand shot out and she hit him right in the center of her chest with her palm. The wind was knocked out of him and he stumbled back slightly dropping the brand new beer he held in his hand. With the reflexes of a vampire she quickly reached out and grabbed the beer before it hit the ground, and with that signature smirk turned away from him. Her icy eyes scanned the bar, searching for someone who seemed at least a little bit interesting and worth her time. Alas, there was no one, until she caught that familiar scent of the were male, and her smile turned more cruel as she saw him sitting by the window.

She moved towards his direction, the look in her eyes purely that of a predator now. A tattooed hand lifted the beer to her lips and she took a sip before her attention was caught by an attractive redhead who kept eyeing her. Once again she smiled sexily and her eyes locked with that of the woman, and she put the thought of the woman writhing beneath her in the woman's mind before her attention went back to the male. A few more seconds passed and she was standing beside his table, her eyes locked on him.

"Move. You're in my seat."

Blaire's voice was cold, and it was obvious that she meant business. If the male didn't oblige, she'd join him and then see how long it would take to get him riled up. She didn't want to take him to bed, quite the contrary actually. He was just going to be a source of amusement for her, and if that meant the night would end with a fight, she was more than okay with that. Only time would tell though, and she was curious to see whose temper would flare up first. Tick, tock.


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