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 water you're my wine


Posted on March 24, 2017 by malek ackerman
North

Malek Ackerman

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



That distrust that so coats the young man's face simply amuses the vampire greatly, his hands folded neatly behind his back as he inspects the boy before him. Smart vampire to be wary, their species tended to act first and ask questions later; Malek had enough death in his lifetime to last for an eternity, he didn't care to be the hands of death once more, so instead â€" he tilts his head â€" his long locks ruffled in the breeze, as he regards the boy in front of him. Oh, how he adamantly refused he didn't like men. Chuckling to himself, he calls forth that power again, only enough to stroke that lust in Arlo. Not as much as he initially used, but enough for the vampire to notice and feel attracted once more to the ancient in front of him.

"Now, now, perhaps we should continue where we left off then," he states, his lyrics rumbling in his chest as he takes a threatening step forward. Truly, Arlo had no idea what Malek was capable of, nor the lengths he would go to ensure that this young vampire knew he would follow through with whatever he started. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to force himself onto the boy. He was so young. But still, that dangerous smile plays on his lips as he leans forward slightly, mere inches away from Arlo now. "Don't underestimate me," his lyrics are quiet, his breath hot against Arlo's skin. And then suddenly, he's pulling away, resuming his casual position, eyes bright with amusement, hands folded behind him yet again.

Malek was delighted to see an interest in those young vampire's eyes; perhaps there was still hope for him. He doesn't push it, not wanting to discourage the man from trying something new. When Arlo pushes back his hood, he takes the sight of him in. He was even turned young. Whoever changed this boy was truly heartless or perhaps there was no other choice, though Malek doesn't comment on it. He simply notes the suspicion dancing through Arlo's features, waiting for the man to decide whether he should run or continue this interesting conversation. It was one that Mal wasn't entirely aware he was going to have tonight, though it changed up his routine immensely. He found he didn't mind.

He questioned Arlo as to why he hunts vampires and though he had an inkling of why he might hunt his own kind, he was curious to hear his explanation. It had been centuries since he had met a vampire who fed off of their own kind, not only for sport but also because they couldn't drink the blood of a human. Still, Malek's features remain altogether pleasant even as Arlo battles within himself for an answer. Amusement instantly replaces that casual look, his lips quirking up in a grin as Arlo teases him about his age. Gesturing with a hand, he chuckles lightly, "Believe it or not but I've only met one other vampire besides you since I've lived here. As for chess... I find it rather dull. I much prefer to drink. Its rather hard to find someone of my age anyhow," he muses, that simper still lingering.

"There's not a lot of people my age left," he states simply. And it was true. Most people found themselves at a short existence because they were too foolish. However, Malek is pleased by the smile threatening to break across Arlo's features. He seemed to be relaxing at last. Patiently, Malek waits as Arlo finishes his tirade about killing puppies and pandas. Why on earth did Arlo care if he killed a panda was beyond the vampire, but he still waits, an easy smile gracing his lips. "We can hunt deer if you would like, I much prefer bunnies," he quirked a grin. It was true, the blood of a rabbit was so rich and delectable it was Malek's go to. Gesturing a hand down the alleyway, he leads the way.

"Let's go, there's a small park nearby that tends to offer smaller prey," he calls casually over his shoulder as he strolls through the darkness. It didn't take them long to reach the edge of the park, the small area abandoned in the depths of the night. Malek stops and turns back to the vampire, pleased he followed him, he wouldn't be surprised to watch the man flee the first moment he got. Instead, he waves his arm in a wide ark at the greenery behind him, "Squirrels, rabbits, birds â€" no deer though, we will start small tonight," he states patiently allowing Arlo to take it in. "Well, let's see that trick of yours again."

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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