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 October 26, 2015 by Damon
North


I do like to keep my secrets but I'm really trying to open up to her, at least as much as I can to keep her interested. I know if I clam up, I'm only going to drive her away and maybe I can't trust her with everything about me just yet, maybe the day will come when I know I can say anything and know she won't be disappointed in the choices she has made to be with me. I fear that more than anything; that she'll see I'm not who she thought I was and she'll regret ever meeting me. She'll regret getting to know me and more than that, she'll regret becoming mine. I don't know what I'd do if I ever hear her say good bye. I don't even want to think about it.

When I tease her about speed, I watch the simper cross her lips and I smirk to myself. I'll always fall for that simper. I chuckle to myself as I watch her check for cops, knowing that even if there are any, there's no way they'll catch this car by fourth gear. I've put too much money and TLC into it to lose a race to a cop car. Finally I feel the purr of the engine as she kicks it into high gear and I feel myself only relaxing more as the trees go by in quick flashes. I lean back in my seat and grin at her, knowing she'ls enjoying it just as much as I am.

I look up only when I see the sign flash by with the familiar letters, curiosity hitting me like a brick. It's been easily 50 years since I've been to Durham but I've kept in the know about my extended family. I know that Dennis, a second or third cousin still owns the house, having been given it by a great uncle or something who got it from a first cousin or something of that matter. It's all a jumble, but the house has jumped around from relative to relative. I'm sure they've managed to keep it mostly intact as far as legacy because every time I hear differently, they mysteriously get an envelope of money from an anonymous investor. Maybe I should be letting go of my ties to humanity but I always did like that house.

I point her down a few roads, oddly paved now but I still remember when there was nothing but dirt and carriages. I only get more thoughtful as we get closer but when we turn down a more familiar looking dirt road and are surrounded by corn fields, I feel myself relaxing. Once we make it out of the corn fields, I see the wide open fields and my eyes sparkle. "Just there." I point out over the fields where you can just make out a large plantation house. It's hard to miss in all its majesty but the winding road we're on dead ends right in its driveway. As we pull up closer, I can just make out the old slave quarters behind the house, dilapidated and falling down. A few dogs run up to greet us, an old black lab I know as Sam and a younger australian shepherd they call Jake. I point out where she can park and with a long exhale, I turn to look at her as she turns the key off.

"You ready for this? The point of no return was thirty miles back that way." I add with a teasing smirk before I get out and go to open her door. Holding out my hand to help her out, I walk her to the door, the dogs barking at our heels as their tails wag with glee to see anyone out here. I let her know their names as they lap at our legs and arms, anything they can reach, but as we get up the porch and to the door, I can just make out the click of the locks being put into place and I scowl. Of course.

"Dennis, I know you're in there." I say in an oddly calm voice, leaning toward the door where I can make out his heavy breathing on the other side. "Dennis, just open the door." I'm answered with the audible click this time of a shotgun shell being loaded into the barrel. I sigh patiently like a teacher waiting for a child to quit throwing a tantrum. "Dennis, we both know what happened last time you played with toys. Let's not relive history, hm?" I glance at Isolt, wondering what she'll take from that but also to reassure her with a smile before I look back at the door. "I have someone I want you to meet." I turn to look back at her. "He doesn't get much company."


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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