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 November 20, 2015 by Damon
North


She doesn't see half of what I and others see when they look at her. She doesn't seen the hope and promise of a brighter tomorrow in her sky blue eyes. She doesn't see the heat of passion for life and everything it has to offer in the scarlet waves of her hair. She doesn't feel the purity and the strength of a once fragile soul in the soft porcelain of her skin. She doesn't see the sunset in her cheeks when they're aglow with a blush. She doesn't know the glorified splendor one feels from the touch of her finger tips. She is a wonder in this world and she doesn't even know it. In all my centuries of living, I have yet to ever come across a being so full of life as she is. I've never known another being like her. She is an addiction to me, a drug I can't get away from nor do I want to. I ache for her touch like the dryness of a parched throat when I need blood. She is sharper than any wooden stake when my cold dead heart is on the line.

I can see the curiosity in her eyes as we pull up to the house. It's a nice old timey feel with the plantation house surrounded by fields that once housed thousands of crops. There are no slaves to drive it anymore but there are paid laborers now who take care of the fields they still choose to use. The rest are just let go to do what they please with grass and weeds and vines. The house itself is still almost at full splendor though, with a paint job only months old from the last time I heard Dennis was letting it fall to shit. I may not be very nostalgic but I'll be damned before I let the house I grew up in fall to its rotten core.

At my question, I'm rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and my lips twitch with affection at the gesture as I pet the nearest dog. When Dennis chooses to show his more cautious side however, I feel the squeeze of Isolt's hand on my arm and I glance to her, wondering what she's thinking. I hope she doesn't intend to give it up and leave because I certainly won't. I'll just have to teach Dennis another lesson on manners and hospitality because apparently he's already forgotten the last one. I'm just about to pull energy from the lights on in the house to do something a little less than hospitable myself when I hear the audible snap of locks being undone. My lips crinkle in the corners as the door slowly comes open and there Dennis stands, a grizzled man in his late forties, fit enough with a trimmed beard and the same firey blue gray eyes that seem to haunt our family tree.

He points the gun at us and I instinctively step between the barrel and Isolt, not about to put her in harm's way as he speaks his name and uses the barrel to point back toward our car. I'm already grinning. Bad move, Dennis, I think to myself as I lock eyes with him and I know instantly when I've got him under my spell becuase the hands on the shotgun go lax and his gaze becomes blank. "Now, now, Dennis. Where is your manners? We've drove all this way. Surely you want to invite us in for a drink and a bite to eat." Dennis' eyes widen a bit on the bite part, a hint that maybe last time I was less than gracious about what I ate but I hope to shield most of that from Isolt with my shoulder.

"Why don't you come on in for a drink and something to eat? You must be hungry." He urges us, dropping the barrel and stepping back into the house, moving aside to let us in. I step aside myself now, waving my hand dramatically for her. "After you, my lady." I bow to her, showing her all the manners of a true gentleman as I hold the door for her to go in first before I step in behind her and close the door. Dennis leads us into the den area that's the first room, completely with a step down fire place that's already blazing and a large sitting area with couches set around in a semi circle, definitely for entertainment purposes.

I scowl at the bit of dust I catch on the tables, guessing that Dennis laid off the maid again since he's always been more of a hermit. Sighing as I try to shrug it off, I follow him past the grand stair case that leads up to the bedrooms, into the large dining area for guests. The table is only set for one but Dennis goes right to getting utensils and a plate for two more places so that we can all eat. I glance at Isolt. "Well, here it is. Home sweet home. Want the grand tour?" I smirk slyly.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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