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 August 24, 2016 by Damon Marcello
North


I can't help but look up when I hear someone else coming in but a brow rises in curiosity when I note the tell tale limp in his legs. I can smell the vampire in his blood so was this an injury before his death or did someone do something to him bad enough to make him not heal properly? Back in the day, it was pretty much impossible to hurt a vampire but with the onslaught of witches and such, I've seen magic do some pretty brutal things to our kind. I watch him go to the bar, though I think nothing of his choice not to socialize. It's not a secret that our kind is very secretive and usually tend to keep to ourselves anyway. This whole asking vampires to get together in a group is a rare thing in itself.

He turns to face us, no shame in his eyes as he looks us over and I meet his gaze with a curious but even expression of my own. The only one he seems to respond to however is the lady across from us, the one holding the little girl's hand. He seems to recognize her, a scowl drawing at his lips and I tilt my head some.

But as ever, Isolt is always a better distraction and her angelic voice would always pull me from my own thoughts. I listen as she speaks to Ceara. She is always optimistic, wanting to make us into something we're not but something she hopes to see us become. Thinking of vampires as anything more than individuals slave to the sun is one thing but to draw them together from being antisocial bigots? That's a whole other thing.

I love being at her side and I don't mind telling her just what I think of that adoring dress on her perfect figure. She tells me to behave and I grin. "As you wish, love." I murmur back as she turns to see the first guests arriving. I take the girl's name, Crishlyn, memorizing it they exchange pleasantries. I listen as she then turns her attention to the girl, asking her if she picked out her own dress. I can tell this is new territory to Isolt, seeing a very old experienced vampire in the body of a young girl. It takes some getting used but I've seen plenty in my lifetime. When the male vampire walks in, I note the surprise in her features and instantly my possessive side wakes up like a sleeping dog. The simper she gives him is not without notice, his name also memorized as she speaks to him like an acquaintance, maybe even a friend if that wink is anything to go by.

I note that he goes closer to Crishlyn though the looks he gives Isolt is not without notice as well, that perhaps the only thing keeping his arm from her waist is me. A suitor at some point, perhaps? My steel gray gaze meets his without hesitation. I don't care how many years he has on me; I will crush him if he thinks he has a chance. Of course Isolt's attention has already wavered to the man at the bar, her interest in him evident even as she tries not to stare because of her manners. I note Ceara moving closer to Sebastian too and I wonder at their relationship until I see the look she's giving the little girl, close to the surprise on his face as well when he saw her. They seems too familiar with her, more so than even friends or enemies. Could she be....?

But I let the thoughts fall away as mere theories. With some vampires, the relationship between maker and prodigy cannot be denied. But in others, time fades the affections and they grow apart, becoming nothing more than aquaintances. Without confirmation, it would be mere guesses in their relation to her but it's intriguing none the less. They both seem suspicious of Crishlyn as well, like she's unexpected and unknown to them. My brow rises at Ceara's next words to Isolt, offering up blood bags to keep things civil. That's what I call them, anyway. I wonder how Isolt will react to the offer since she's still got so much humanity in her. I've managed to teach her many things about being a creature of the night, feeding from a live human one of them, but I've never taken her anywhere that their sole purpose is to "serve" the vampire cientele.

Crishlyn seems surprised at my manners when I kiss the back of her hand gently. She then turns her attention to the girl, calling her a pet name and assuring her that Isolt is the Supreme and that she will be offering advice. My brow rises at Isolt, leaning close. "Supreme, eh? I didn't know you had changed the title. Should I start calling you my liege?" I whisper teasingly as my fingers trace lightly up her side. I am quite the observant one though, my gaze ever roaming as I take in the emotions on Crishlyn's face when she sees Sebastian and then when she overhears Ceara's words to him. She is quite protective of the girl, though I know firsthand that she needs no protecting.

When she sees the man at the bar however, recognition flares in her eyes and she excuses herself. I can't help but watch her go over to the bar, wondering at her relation with the man. I can overhear their conversation, the mention of someone named Aiden. I can't tell if they're friends or the opposite before she returns and agrees with Ceara about the blood bags. Meanwhile the girl is looking at Isolt with distrust. She probably can't see how a young vampire can lead a coven but I know Isolt will show them all differently. Instead I give her my attention, reminding her of that game of hop scotch we played months ago and her face brightens in recognition as she says that she wants to play again. I smirk. "I'm sure we can arrange that." I give her a playful wink.

She responds to Isolt, telling her Crishlyn got the dress for her before her attention wavers to Sebastian. She asks him why he doesn't want to play anymore and my brow rises. Maybe I'll have an answer by the end of this. And soon enough as Crishlyn returns to the group do I get just that as the girl tugs her hand closer to Sebastian and introduces the two, calling Sebastian hers. Of course one could just think of it as a pet thing, her being possessive of him, but I can tell enough by the palpable tension in the air that its more than that. She tells Crishlyn he doesn't have a home and asks if he can live with them? I follow everything with intrigue, always one to like finding out new information.

Sebastian takes my hand with confidence, his answering smirk to Isolt making my inner demon growl with jealousy at not knowing their relations but all I do on the exterior is smile brightly, never one to fight my fights on the outside until it's time to bring some pain. I need more information first anyway. I note the way his attention draws to Ceara with familiarity, leaning in to reply that whatever trip he took with the girl to Geneva didn't go as planned. He tries to remain calm, telling the girl he had business when he looks all too happy to have put as much distance between them as he did. Of course, not enough. When she speaks of moving in together, I can sense his displeasure and when his gaze meets mine again, I raise a brow in curiosity. Apparently he doesn't like playing the games she likes to play. He says no thank you in a clipped tone before his gaze moves back to Isolt to see how she reacts to the notion of blood bags. Seems I'm not the only one wanting to know her answer.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos

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