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.

So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine


Posted on January 12, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
North
i dont wanna be your vessel anymore
"Well, it's good that I found you then! Or you found me. Whatever way you want to look at it," Blake declared before dribbling off into a ramble, scratching at the stubble on his face before shrugging it off. Either way, they met, they drank, and now they're going to a festival together. Blake did another check over his person - phone, keys, wallet, vial - because he simply couldn't quite shake the hunch he was missing something. Shrugging it off, he positively beamed at her, excitement at the prospect of every fried and unhealthy morsel he could devour. It was going to be glorious! and regrettable, but mostly glorious. "Oh stop, you temptress! Stop or I'm going to end up splitting my pants." He groaned louder than she had, eyes rolling skyward, before his head dropped and hands patted his belly. He was either going to split his pants or eat until he made himself sick. Either option, not really something you should do when trying to make friends.

Blake fell into step with Serafina, matching her stride so he wouldn't be constantly passing her, hands buried in his pockets. He was continually lectured by his parents not to do that, that it would diminish his appearance or make him appear insecure or some other such, but he never was good at listening to them. When she popped her question, Blake wrangled a hand free of his pocket, silently counting on his fingers, "Maybe close to four, five months? I kinda fail at keeping track, especially since I have a hard time counting the first month plus some because I was just moving boxes and trying to unpack and stuff. I used to go to college not far from this place but I just- It just wasn't my thing." He shrugged, diving into hints of details without dumping a family history on her. "What about yourself?"

He nearly missed the turn when she ducked away, backtracking a few steps before doing a job-step-walk thing to catch up with her, catching the music that originally had captured her attention. "Afraid you'll lose me again?" He joked, taking her outstretched little hand in his much bigger hand. Blake laughed as she declared their way to the festival grounds, busying himself with looking around the grounds at all the different distractions. He almost felt like a little kid, grinning stupidly with excitement, the lights dancing in his eyes. Yes, this was so much better than the stuffy bar. He looked down at her, eyebrows lifted as he mulled over the idea before grinning. "Just for you, I'm going to win one of those ones that are bigger than you are and, because it always happens, I'm going to end up carrying it all night." He teased, giving her hand a quick squeeze. Of course, that was going to be a challenge for him considering he wasn't exactly the best aim in the world and everyone knew these damn games were rigged as hell. "But you have to beat me first. Otherwise you have to win me a bear." Ha ha, Sera, the challenge was going both ways now! He drug her over to one of the carnival games before she could protest, those with the little water guns that are supposed to fill balloons but never seem to do anything but make a mess. Though, you know, after he paid for the two of them to battle it out, did it occur to him he was awful at this particular game. Then again, growing up he usually had two older brothers knocking into him or pushing him to make him lose. Oh well, no take-backsies.

"Oh, just so you know, I may have to kick your ass.

Hey, a little trash talk over bright lights, stupid clown faces, and water guns was nothing to be laughed at. Serious business people.

JOHNATHAN BLAKE HOLMES

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