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.

you're my whiskey from time to time


Posted on February 24, 2017 by malek ackerman
North

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



Malek could feel the course of alcohol dancing through his veins and he especially liked the way it made him feel light and even a little fuzzy. The vampire would have liked to stay at the bar until dawn was but an hour off, yet he knew the bartender would not allow him after his last fiasco with Dorian. Cringing briefly at that memory some months ago, he remembers being thrown out with the faerie and offering to take him to the strip club and after that, well... simply nothing. Reaching up Mal scratches at his chin when suddenly a warning pings in the back of his head.

Rather than stopping, he continues casually walking along, slipping his hand into his pocket again, noting the presence that tracks him through the streets. The vampire's mind instantly clear, he senses rather than sees the sticky substance shooting at his legs. Malek makes the quick decision to allow the substance to coil about his legs rather than side step around it. He was curious to say the least as to why another vampire might be stalking him through the streets, his evening had been fairly drab anyways, why not spice things up a bit?

Feeling the web wrap about his ankles, he removes his hands from his pockets to catch his fall, making it look as real and dramatic as possible, though he doesn't fake the oof that rushes through his body. The vampire even winces a bit as the gravel slices into his hands, blood pooling at the small open wounds. Immediately he senses his own blood and he's certain it won't take long for his attacker to smell it as well. Shifting a bit as he tests the bonds, he's surprised to find little electric jolts that run the length of the bond, and he winces at the uncomfortable sensation.

Tilting his head, he pushes himself up into a semi sitting position, but the vampire has to support his body with his hands still. Turning, he notes the figure in the darkness, a male voice addressing him as if he were offering advice to the man he had just attacked. Arching his brows in amusement, he shrugs his shoulders as he tries to identify the man. Seeing that he stands in the shadows, Malek has a difficult time making out who he is, he's only able to note that the man is vampire such as himself.

"I don't suppose you would mind releasing me?" he questions, his English accent rolling off his tongue nicely as he squashes down his own affinity as best as he can. Perhaps he will call it forth later on depending on the outcome of their conversation. As of now, Malek simply watches the man, inspecting him as best as he can while he hides in the shadow. It doesn't take long for the ancient to note the stranger seems young, and not by human standards but by vampire standards. Didn't he know it wasn't safe to tinker with the old generation of vampires?

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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