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 December 29, 2016 by Troy Marks
North


She doesn't look happy at all that I saw the tattoo. At this point, I could care less about finishing what we started. I can take care of that myself, later. I just hate seeing her suddenly so ashamed, almost scared like I can see right through her just by seeing the numbers etched in her arm. It's definitely not one of those tattoos that has a funny story behind it. Something about the tattoo must leave a bad taste in her mouth. Like a memory she wants to forget more than anything.

The minute I make a joke about the tattoo, I know it was the wrong move. Regret clouds my eyes the minute I see anger flash in her own gaze. Not the best way to handle it and now I really am a grade A jerk. She says that she didn't ask for it and I put up my hands in a surrender gesture, shaking my head with a sigh as I run a hand through my hair. "You're right, bad joke. I'm sorry. I've never met a woman who would ask for numbers on their skin, not unless they mean something important, of course. I'm guessing that's not the case though." My voice softens, wanting to let her know that I can tell something about the tattoo hurts her and I'm sorry about it. I know it's not my fault and there's nothing I can do about it but I hate seeing women in pain for any reason. I wish I could take the bad memory away from her.

When she moves away from the bed, the only thing I want to do is go to her and hold her, to ease away the pain. Even if it just means holding her all night long at this point. It's not about the sex, that's just a bonus.

I hate that she can't even look at me when she finally comes out of the bathroom donned in a bathrobe and all covered up. She's not the confident sexy vampire I was with just moments ago. Now she's the modest shy woman with her head ducked in shame and it makes me want to punch something to know something about that tattoo made her this way. She lets me step close though which gives me hope. She lets me lift her chin up so I can look at her expression. It's like she's braced for whatever she's going to see but I could never judge her harshly, not after the new look into vampires that she's shown me.

She says that I'm always going to wonder what it means and I shake my head slowly, my voice soft. "I wouldn't even think twice about it if it didn't affect you so deeply. A tattoo has only so much power as you let it and I have a feeling these numbers have consumed you for far too long. If it can help ease this shame you feel to let others see, then by all means, let me help you hold that burden. I hate that you're letting it eat at you like this. Let me help you." My brows furrow, my lips flat in a thin line of concern.

When she leans against my chest, I wrap my arms around her, nuzzling into the top of her hair and planting a chaste kiss protectively on top of her head. She finally says that it was her ID in Auschwitz and I know immediately what she's talking about. My lips purse in anger and my arms tighten around her, wanting her to know that she's safe and nothing's going to harm her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that." I know what I'm secretly saying to myself. I wish I could have saved her.

I couldn't help my curiosity during the war so I ended up infiltrating a concentration camp and disguising myself as a guard. I got to see first hand what happened to the Jews inside those places and it haunts me to this day. I saw families torn apart and others brought together only to be killed together. I saw walking skeletons that I didn't even think should be alive and I came across a handful of camps that were experimenting on supernatural species. They tried to keep it secret and did a very good job. I wanted to rescue everyone but my brother Sam was with me at the time and didn't think it was a good idea. He said it was a death sentence and we couldn't face them all.

I did what I could, of course. The ones I could find opportunity to sneak out, I did, and wahtever guards got in my way were disposed of, discretely, of course. I even rescued a number of supernaturals who were being experimented on but I guess I never made it to her camp. So close and yet so far away.

She tries to tell me but I can tell it's hard for her. She's clinging to me now as if for dear life so I take to gently stroking her hair, whispering softly. "Shh, you don't have to tell me. It's okay, I understand. I saw enough of what they were capable of to get an idea."


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