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.

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Posted on June 22, 2015 by Cecily
North


and there's no remedy for memory

your face is like a melody

She sits at the bar alone, her fingers curled loosely around a glass of bourbon, her eyes glazed and unfocused; it's her third glass, though she knows it will be her last. It doesn't take much to get her well and truly drunk and tonight she only needs to be drunk enough. Drunk enough to ignore the spirits, the shimmering at the edge of her peripheral vision or the all-too tangible and obtrusive voice of anger or despair, the woman murdered by her husband or the wide-eyed little boy who had only been trying to get his ball from the street.

Angry spirits are the worst but restless ones aren't far behind; they follow her around like lost children begging her to listen to their woes, to help them. How is she supposed to help them when she cannot even help herself? It is exhausting, trying to talk an irate dead man down so that he might pass on to wherever it is that they go when they leave the earth.

Utterly exhausting.

She cringes, remembering the elderly woman who had flickered in and out of view from across the street as she had turned into the VooDoo Room; ghosts like that are often too abstract to communicate. They are already hovering between this plane and the next, barely hanging on to this world and whatever it is that they left behind. Those, she can handle. Those, she doesn't mind.

It's the others that drive her to drinking so that she might more easily ignore them. Violent spirits, sobbing ghosts. Children who had only just begun their little lives and yet here they are, wondering the spirit world - just another lost soul. The list goes on, never seems to end and that is what drives her to near madness, to the fear of leaving her own home at times. She sighs heavily, raising the glass back to her lips and downing the rest of the whiskey without so much as a flinch.

"I'm ready to close my tab," she says to the bartender and he nods in her direction, promising to be right over once he finishes making the drinks for a couple who had just come in and sat at the other end of the long bar. She nods back to him, a whimsical smile playing across her lips. Alcohol does that to her, lowers her inhibitions as it does for most but also eases the anxiety that often possessed her when confronted by other humans.

It is nice being able to talk to another person without her palms sweating and her heart racing, even if she did have to be mildly drunk to do it.


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