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.

A bitter and twisted forever


Posted on January 14, 2015 by Voraer
North




Amber, liquid and potent, swirled in the short crystal glass. It was lazy, rhythmical and monotonous. To his ears he could hear the swish of the alcohol as it span like a small vortex. Beneath the noise of the bar, however, it was lost. The bar was brim full with chatter, laughter and music. He had drowned it out to little more than the muted hum one would hear when beneath water. He smelt her the moment she entered the lively bar and despite the intriguing scent that poured from her skin, the swirling of the amber liquid did not cease.

Black eyes, listless and consuming, followed her auburn hair as she wove through the crowds to the bar. The stench of chemicals and death rode upon the waves of elemental energy that rippled from her skin. He did not even need to taste the poisonous spice of her blood to know she was one of them; a witch. Ironically, however, it was none of these things that captured his attention. It was not the delicate silk of her crimson hair, nor the world weary glow in her eyes. It was, instead, the scent of another that attracted him.

Blood.

It was tiny, miniscule in its quantities upon her skin but it was what he was now designed for. He was, in this life, the ultimate predator, able to locate even the most miniscule droplet of blood â€" better even than a shark. It was a familiar taste, one that made his lips sing and hum with the memory of warm blood so recently tasted. Dead bodies were not uncommon here. They were so frequent, in fact, that often they were simply discarded. It was less common to run into the ones who took the corpses and disposed of them.

He wondered why they were now taking an interest. Not even a clear pattern in the types of bodies being killed were often investigated. Why now? He rose, and with long, calloused fingers still swirling the glass, he wove through the sea of bodies. He raised the cool glass to his lips drinking the whiskey as he drew nearer. The scent of the dead girl's blood was stronger here and not even he could see that tiny droplet but the scent did not lie, it was there somewhere upon her. With the empty glass he reached behind her to place it on the bar, his cool lips close to the shell of her ear as he murmured "You smell of blood. You may want to be more stringent to avoid any unwanted attention."

It was a flippant comment, unimportant but it would inspire retaliation. It would get her talking and give him a lead to find out why she was analyzing the bodies of his victims.

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