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.

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on January 31, 2015 by Damon
North


The look that Serafina gives Isolt is not missed and my scowl deepens, brows knitting together as my jaw tightens. Does she really have to take the time to judge Isolt's driving skills when the were in my arms is clearly in need of assistance? Really, she must not be of that much importance to the witch or she would have made a move to help her or tell me what to do with her or something other than look between us with such disbelief. Stranger things have happened than someone hitting a giant snake in the road, okay? People hear bear and cows all the time. Do you think they're particularly fast about getting out of the road? I'd say no more fast than an anaconda. Hence, not that unbelievable, hence get your pretty little ass moving before I grow impatient and just drop the were here. Wouldn't be any hair off my back.

Finally she seems to get her act together, sighing which makes my jaw tick, and then she steps closer and looks at the girl in my arms. Then Mr. Ace Ventura pet detective with a bleach job has to step in and distract her from her mission with his unnecessary and totally unhelpful vocabulary. Raven moves to the witch's side as if to remind her that she's not alone while she stares hopelessly at the hunter and her hand moves down to brush the wolf's fur, my arms stiffening in growing impatience.

The witch hushes the two bickering creatures, cause technically to me a hunter is no different from an animal (a totally uncivilized and untrained one at that), stepping closer and reaching for the girl's neck, studying the necklace around her neck. Now I let out a sigh. Really? What does a cheap piece of jewelry have to do with anything? My eyes snap to the sudden movement from her purse, watching the gloves fall to the ground with a small clatter that only leaves me more impatient. I swear if she takes the time to stoop down and pick those up right now without any further action to the matter and hand....well, I just mgiht bite someone. Dibs on the hunter.

The quirk of his slimy little lip is not missed at my comment. Oh believe me, I can come up with so much more. His gesture is dismissive yet the fire in his eyes is not missed. Just give me five minutes. I'll get under your skin. I'm not even trying yet. I would welcome a one on one visit with him or any hunter who wishes to challenge me. I'm growing in power with each passing month here and I'm sure I've got something up my sleeve for anything he has in mind.

I also note the way he frowns when Serafina scolds him for bickering. Such a gesture is a small feat for a hunter with a temper such as he must have. Does someone have a soft spot? Hmm. My lip twitches now, the only sign that I've found something juicy to hold onto for a later date. Never show a vampire your weaknesses. It'll only come back to haunt you.

As he moves behind Serafina, I meet his sharpened gaze with a raised brow of daring and another twitch of my lip. Bring it on, hunter. I can turn the weakened were into a throwing weapon at any moment, just give me a sign. His next words do give him a little more leeway in my book though, if only a little. He too thinks that checking her necklace is hardly going to do anything and he even offers to end her pain. How sweet of him. Maybe I should give him a little credit after all. Or maybe just a head start when I kill him.

When the gloves hit the ground, he moves in a flash, a blade appearing in his hand as if by magic. Instead of jumping back, I hold my ground, my gaze narrowing as I let a chuckle fall from my lips.

"Well...they look like gloves to me. Maybe you should stab them a few times and check, just to be safe."

My eyes glimmer with mischief, the corner of my lips quirking up in a smirk now.

As the wolf moves toward Isolt, my gaze snaps to her now, eyes darkening as I try to gauge if she's a threat. When her shouloder nudges against Isolt's side though, I take it as a reassuring gesture, almost affectionate in nature and my brows furrow in curiosity. Do they know each other? As the wolf reaches her muzzle up to touch the girl in my arms, my jaw tightens, showing off my discomfort with her closeness. Excuse me but the last time she was this close to me, she slapped me. Doesn't exactly instill trust.

When the hunter draws his knife, she leaps to the defense of the witch and Isolt, also using herself as a barricade between him and I, mostly because I'm holding the anaconda, I'm sure, but hey, I'll take it. Her comment makes my lips twitch again. Good one, wolf. Then she turns and presses herself to Isolt once more. I scowl at first but noting the way it seems to soothe Isolt, my features slowly soften. I guess I'll let her off this one time.

Isolt thanks the witch, which I think is unnecessary since this is her friend, after all, but whatever. Her hand lingers in the wolf's fur just as Serafina did a few minutes ago. I don't get what's so relaxing about petting a dog but whatever floats her boat, I guess. She shifts closer when the hunter glares at me and my features soften once more. Someone feeling protective? I feel special.

Isolt moves in a blur after the gloves, cradling them in her hands as if they are a life vest and my eyes move from them to her, wishing I could read her thoughts and know the link because the way she's looking at them can only be familiarity. As she holds them out to the witch, I see the flurry of emotion behind her eyes and it twists something in my gut as she asks where Serafina got them. I let my gaze travel to the witch now, curious of the answer for surely that will also answer some of my own questions about the gloves and where Isolt might know them from.

Meanwhile the girl in my arms has finally decided to talk. She asks about Isolt's blood and I scowl thoughtfully. I still mean to ask about that later. I can feel her stirring in my arms, as if wanting to get up and help yet she remains in my arms. When the gloves fall and stir up conflict, she says something about venom and I look down at her with a questioning gaze. Finally I can't stand it any more.

"Can someone just cast a spell or spill some blood or something already and heal the snake girl so we can worry about the gloves and get on with our lives? This is really all very interesting and all."

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