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.

hand in hand forever


Posted on January 07, 2017 by amelia marek
North



Her time in the camps had been a part of her life that she wished she could forget. She still had nightmares â€" nightmares that she wished she could wake up from. But when she did awake, she knew they were her memories haunting her dreams and playing cruel sick jokes on her. Nothing about what happened at those camps was humane. The things they did to her...the things they made her do, it was something that she wouldn't wish even on her worst enemies.

The only thing that could take away these memories right now was for Amelia to keep herself busy, burying herself in another activity. Right now, she knew Troy was hot with desire and that seemed like an easy escape route for her. He was asking her questions that she didn't want to respond to. She knew it was no appropriate, but doing nothing would allow her mind to wander onto things that she didn't want her mind to wander to. She had already gotten Troy to sit, stroking him from beneath his jeans. She had even gone so far as to unzip him and pull his erection from his trowsers.

However, she can see that this isn't what he wants. He knows she's hurting and he just wants to help her instead of engaging in something that would ease his own discomfort. She sighs, pulling away from him. He doesn't want this and she's not going to force him. She pulls away from him, standing and turning to look at the fire as it dances with heat. She wishes she could feel the warmth on her skin, that it would warm her cold body. But she knows it's a battle she can never win.

Embarrassed, Amelia moves away from him, slinking into the bathroom and flipping on the shower. She doesn't expect Troy to stick around. He had no reason to. It's not like they were a couple â€" he wasn't obligated to stay and make sure she's okay. She drops the robe on the floor, stepping into the steaming shower before slinking down to the floor. Pulling her legs to her chest, she wraps her arms around her knees, curling herself up and making herself small. The water pounds her skin as she holds back tears â€" tears for the memories that wouldn't leave her thoughts, tears for the embarrassment she felt, tears for the shitting ending to a wonderful night.