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.

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on January 09, 2017 by DAREIOS
North

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Dareios finds himself struggling to make the contents of his small, porcelain cup disappear. The coffee sticks to his insides, coating his throat and mouth and stomach in a dizzying, earthy lacquer. Perhaps in his old age, the vampire's body is not quite as accustomed to "faking it" as he once was. His grimace is still plastered across his face as he stares into the shallow depths of the cup, two white, and cold hands placed flatly on the table around it. He sits tall, a tip he'd picked up over the years as to not wrinkle the finely pressed fabric of his charcoal blazer. And with a low huff, he sweeps up the mug delicately in between his fingers and swallows down the rest of the warm liquid.

The vampire wrinkles his nose and purses his lips tightly, his eyes reverting back into tight slits as he tasted the last of the coffee and its residual sensation.

Upon placing the empty mug back on the table, a handsome young man catches his eye and makes his way over. Age and looks can be deceiving in this town. And once the man is in close enough proximity, Dareios is able to identify him as fae -- and an old fae at that -- by the sickingly sweet cologne that follows in his wake. Nevertheless, the man looked far too young to be visiting the Witchery because he felt some sort of civic responsibility to take part in local government meetings. So when he speaks of a cafe more fitting for vampires, Dareios merely offerings him a gentle smile and a slight lift of his shoulders, as if he is confirming his suspicions to himself and himself alone.

Dareios cocks his head to one side briefly as he takes in the man's dialect, the tone and elevation of his voice something he hasn't heard in quite some time. "Italian, yes, but ancient, no? I haven't heard that in some time."

He offers before wiping his hands with a napkin then standing to extend the fellow a firm hand shake. Dareios is still smiling, that classic"I'm the mayor" toothy and professional grin, as he offers this stranger his hand.

"You do look familiar." Dareios confirms, his own words laced in a traditional Irish accent. The vampire wasn't foolish enough to completely disregard the stranger, but felt at ease in the company of another immigrant, of someone with a heritage so rich and so different from that of Sacrosanct. "I apologize, I cannot remember your name. But I am Dareios Auerbach, antiques dealer, and well, mayor of the city."

Outside the window, the skyline still cast shadows in the streets. More forms, human and the subtle supernatural, pass through the hotel's doors as the stars begin to twinkle overhead. People pass by them casually on the sidewalk through the glass pane of the cafe's nearest window. It's as if this strange city has come alive with the darkness the evening hour brings. Strangers' stares never linger, but they pass over their faces as they hurry by.

"Actually, I'm not one who appreciates the glamour of those busy events," Dareios says, placing his hands flippantly into his trouser pockets. The vampire goes quiet for a moment as his stomach growls in protest of the coffee. "But this cafe that you speak of. Is it close?"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl


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