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.

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on October 07, 2015 by DAREIOS
North



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios sat solemnly in the ornate, blood red chair in the corner of his suite. The thick, dark curtains were drawn, sparing the vampire from the pesky rays of a typical autumn afternoon in Sacrosanct. He was bored, awake and alert at an off hour, but confined to the darkness of his expensive hotel room, at least for a few more hours. His slender wrist cocks to the left so he can read the time again. The gentle tick of its hands had cycled maybe once, twice, since he'd checked the last time. A half-smoked cigar sputters out in the ash tray next to him.

The vampire usually enjoyed the days and nights he spent away at The Witchery. It was a welcome retreat in the heart of city and away from his delectable brownstone in Anacosta Heights. He used early evening business trips as an excuse to book a room, and usually to wander the city at an hour he rarely had the fortune to do anymore. Sometimes he even indulged himself at the nearby jazz bar, a historic hole-in-the-wall and his only option in Sacrosanct for live blues or jazz music. Luckily for him, the hotel was equipped to house creatures of his kind, though there were limits, of course.

The phone near the bed rings and Dareious hesitates. The bell chimes again, and again, and again before he stands and strides across the room to answer it. He listens for some time. "Yes, in the hotel cafe. See you in an hour." The time continues to pass at a crawl, but he takes his time to change into one of his many well-fitted suits, freshly pressed by the hotel staff.

By the time he emerges into the lobby, the sun is setting. He lingers near the center of the dimly-lit foyer, staying in the shadows and away from the afternoon sun that stretched across the old, mosaic tiled floor through the structure's handful of windows. He eventually makes his way into the cafe and orders a cafe con leche and waits. The cafe is rich with the intoxicating smell of good coffee. Though Dareios rarely has the stomach for it anymore (he is a vampire after all,) he still sometimes gets a rise out of pretending.

It doesn't take long for a man to stride in and join him. Their chatter is limited and a thick envelope is slide across the table, which Dareious quickly hides in the pocket of his blazer. They shake hands and the man is gone as quickly he came. The vampire gurgles down the rest of his coffee and leaves a few bills on the table. The sky outside is dimming, the clouds thick and purple and the sky is painting the nearby structures in a rich pink hue. Dareios decides to take his chances and strides out the front door of The Witchery and into the crisp evening air of the city.

That's when he spots her. Dareios does a double take, his head snapping back quickly to reassess the woman who stands out front of the hotel, dressed in garb that at first glance isn't from this century. "Aisling?" He asks her. If he were alive, his heart would be thumping furiously in his chest. But it couldn't be her. It's been more than 100 years.


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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