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.

dig up her bones


Posted on January 14, 2015 by alekto lyon
North


She didn't curate the violence so neatly as the men whose bodies she investigated in the desert. The chemical high that came from destruction in the name of a higher order hadn't been ingrained into her neurons, her very instincts, but the instinct to fight was still stronger than it had ever been to flee. It was with a deliberate freeing of her hands; the glass set steadily to the bar before she spun the stool slowly to face the newest threat. His voice hadn't matched the sophomoric teasing of the pretend-bartender, the giver of drinks and easy smiles, a power that lay similar to her own. Instead, he held the utter stillness of death, an uneasy memory surfacing from her sixteenth year of the very speed at which these creatures of the night moved. Ignoring the creeping of her flesh, the demands of her instincts that she fight, cause a scene, get backup and utterly control the situation, she merely offered him a colder smile than her last.

"Only a vampire would notice." If her smile was cold, her voice was the arctic, lacking emphasis and spoken at a normal volume. Alekto didn't care if the patrons to her right and left heard and recoiled. His kind had been few and far between in the desert, the harsh glare of a noonday sun enough to drive all but the most determined to more northern climes. That wasn't to say they hadn't existed in the cities, in search of prey that wouldn't be missed come sunrise, but her talents weren't enough to wrap the spirit animating his pulseless body into her own control, not by half.

Her job was to speak for the dead, providing them the opportunity to reach out from beyond the grave and lay at her feet the crime of their death. It was thankless; inevitably the souls she recalled wanted nothing more than to go back to living, to deny their obviously-decaying body and pretend nothing had happened and their brains weren't leaking from a gunshot to the head. It took no small amount of will to convince them of their expiration and subsequent questioning of whatever they could recall before it all went black. It was why she was exhausted now, facing down an apex predator in a city she knew next to nothing about.

"Worried that I found your last meal?" Eyes narrowed in a pale face, the faint sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks standing in sharp relief, her uneasiness hid behind a confident shield and a spillage of California coast into her drawl. She didn't know if she was right- the bodies she'd worked on that day had none of the signs she'd come to expect from a vampiric kill, but even as he sought her reaction, her unbalance, so too did she seek to rattle him. It wasn't enough that the whiskey still lingered on his breath, beneath his black eyes, he was a killer, and if it had been murder or a simple overfeeding, caught in bloodlust, she didn't much care. Death was death, and if she was so callous as to capitalize on the trade in a city of monsters, then so too did she count herself among their number.

"One of your games go wrong? A blood-whore too sweet to let live?" Sneering even as she pushed the conversation forward along with her body; standing and muscling her five-foot-three frame into his personal space. "You're a killer, whether it was last night or the night you were turned. You certain you want to pursue this idea of warning me?" Fingers itching for the phantom pistol on her thigh, the weight of body armor and the dry desert air crackling around her. She wouldn't call on her power here, in such a public place to call upon the ghosts she could sense lingering behind him, but couldn't catch. Such victims ignored her summons even as she had cast one foot in to the grave herself, no matter how violent their deaths. Pale eyes narrowed as she stared up at him, daring him to lay one finger on her person, to threaten her even as she had threatened him. It wasn't her job to arrest the criminals, so many of them claiming their right to live was just as important as the common cattle, but it was her job to pile the evidence at their feet, daring them to deny it.

"If you continue this course, you might as well buy me a drink,vampire."


alekto lyon

so dig up her bones,
but leave the soul alone

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