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.

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on November 26, 2016 by Troy Marks
North


Some would say my whole distaste for the vampire species is because of misunderstanding them. They might say I'm basing my hatred of an entire race off of one individual, the vampire who killed my mother. In a way, you could say they're right but I've seen enough in my many many lifetimes to prove that most of the rest aren't a good batch either. I think it's just ingrained in them to be merciless bastards who don't care about life in general. They live off of a human's life force, after all, so it's not really like they have a choice.

I see so many reports from the council of rogue vampires on rampages, killing innocent humans, even Weres when they get desperate. Even covens that have decided human life means nothing and they're just their blood bags, nothing more. Living nightmares brought to life, whole night clubs turned into blood baths. Bodies hanging up like slaughtered cows, strewn across the floor in disarray and chaos. That's what vampires are made of...chaos.

I've seen the evidence of it. I don't blame Amelia for what I've seen. I know she's different, somehow. Her words only further prove my point, though my lips tighten in a thin line as I look out the windshield. I know in a way she's right and hating a whole species does nothing but harm. Maybe I could get away from it if I wasn't a hunter but I don't know what else I'd do with my life if not this. I'm reminded of what their kind can do every night that I go on patrol. Finding drained bodies if just part of the scenery and every time, it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"As long as you're careful. Don't go accepting the wrong people and end up paying for it. There's only so many times I can be there to fly you out of danger." I give her a playful wink to let her know I'm joking around. Of course I am semi-serious too. I worry about her, knowing that she sees the good in everyone. I don't want to see her get hurt.

She's very efficient about exchanging numbers. I smirk while driving, letting her do her thing and when she hands the phone back, I chuckle at her comment. "You got that right. Way to set a guy's heart on edge."

I'm glad I can make her laugh about the stake in the back of my pants. As long as she knows it would never be intended for her. I've already saved her life once. I wouldn't do that for someone I wanted dead. I grin when she brings up the way I can't help but look at her in that dress. I shrug. "The warning should have come on the tag in that dress. I'd have to be completely fairy-like not to take advantage." I smirk, hoping she catches the joke about my own species. I'm well aware that when others see a male fairy, they think I must like men. Sure, I'm not opposed to beauty in any gender but I do enjoy my women also. When you live long enough, I think you can come to love things in all people, no matter their body parts.

I can't help but scowl a little, my hand rubbing the leather steering wheel in a protective fashion as she mentions valet parking. "You trust the people here?" I ask in a serious way. I'm very serious about the way I feel about this car, after all. I wait for her answer as I pull around to where the people in vests wait with hands out. A heavy sigh of reluctance falls from my lips and I roll down the window. As the man comes over, I look him up and down. "How old are you? You better not be anywhere close to 16 or you're not touching this car." The man stumbles over his words nervously, obviously not expecting an interrogation from a customer.

He assures me that he's well past 16 and I will admit, he looks it. I dangle the keys over his hand, glancing back at Amelia one last time as if I need reassurance before I place them in his hand, though I do hold on as I meet his gaze once more. "One scratch on her and I will be your living nightmare. You hear me?" The man nods vigorously and only then do I release the keys, watching him hesitantly get into the car as I get out. I glare at him well after he's very carefully droven the car around the side of the building and out of sight. My bottom lip even trembles a little before I sigh and clear my throat, holding out my arm to Amelia and throwing on a cavalier smirk. "You ready, my lady?"


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