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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

i just can't look its killing me101.180.53.52Posted On April 25, 2017 at 5:15 AM by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

He could feel that hunger again. Tugging at him, clawing at him, gnawing at his stomach. The busboy had hardly been a proper meal. After all, Lucas hadn’t fed any time recently himself, leaving Arlo only with whatever poor excuse of a meal the busboy had fed on last to be pilfered. It was enough to satisfy him, to take the edge of that hunger and yet he was hardly sated by any means. Still, he hardly made a habit of draining more than one vampire a night. His game was risky enough as it was without having to get greedy. Red on The Water had provided him with a veritably endless supply of meals this past month. Why rush? Still, that newly found control was already beginning to wrinkle in Damon’ presence. He was getting better, sure, he was learning more and more control with every passing night and yet still- he wasn’t learning fast enough. He didn’t want to want Damon’s blood- but he did. God he did. Damon was well fed. He could smell it on him. So many years hunting his own kind so assuring that when it came to them- Arlo was entirely predatory in every sense of the word. Damon would make an excellent meal. Well, on paper anyway.

The other vampire was older, stronger, Arlo entirely sure he could almost feel that power coming from him. He’d only survived this long by avoiding vampires like this and yet he was hardly foolish enough to try and sprint down the alleyway. It would be better, for now, to simply try and figure the man out- then make a break for it. This guy was calm- far to calm. It was unnerving and yet, if Arlo was good at anything it was pretending as if nothing bothered him. Not even that mention of killing. Damon talking about it almost as if he got off on it and yet- didn’t most vampires? Those bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, Arlo regarding the other man warily still, watching the way his tongue licked over his lips at even the thought of that meal, the mention of blood enough to see Arlo nearly mimic that gesture before hurriedly clamping his jaw. God he hated himself sometimes. He hated this thing he was- even without Damon reminding him of those he’d murdered in those early years when he could barely even remember the nights let alone the names of those early victims. His gaze flicked away from the other man. Arlo still content to play that stubborn, almost guarded card. He needed a way out. Maybe he could run….

“I don’t do the killing thing. Not anymore, alright? But whatever floats your boat, bud.”

He was deflecting those other questions, flicking them aside, attempting to redirect Damon’s attention elsewhere. Arlo almost entirely sure that this guy was playing his own game back at him. After all, Damon wasn’t attacking. This wasn’t some sort of coven-consented beat down. What did he want? Arlo entirely wary of the man in every sense of the word. He just needed to figure this guy’s game out- sooner rather than later- and find an exit strategy to work with it. Survival, after all, was Arlo’s only real goal. His gaze shifted briefly to glance down the nearest alleyway and up to the rafters above, assessing the distance readily before bringing his attention back to Damon as if it had always been there. That question about his being new in town seeing his shoulders lift in that shrug again, a genuine snort of amusement erupting from within him, that simper tracing his lips.

“Truth be told I’ve been feeding off your bar for over a month. You were just one step ahead of me tonight. Won’t happen again though, promise.”

One eye arched briefly upward, as if daring Damon to try and catch him a second time and yet Arlo was entirely content to keep his body language distinctly non-threatening all the same, poking at Damon just a little, hunting for a reaction on this otherwise far to controlled being. He was always wary of the calm ones. That envelope was snatched easily from the ground. Arlo content to pilfer a few bills from it all the same before handing it to the other man, another wave of that scent suddenly seeming to find him then. Oh no. Not again. Fuck this. One hand reached almost automatically to grasp that wall, Arlo content enough to try and hold himself back- a rush of words falling from his lips then, saying anything and everything he so presumed Damon wanted to hear. Anything to get him to leave. Arlo having no real intention of leaving Damon’s bar alone at all and yet his body and mind had so begun to engage in that war once more over whether or not hunger or survival was the most pressing concern, his pupils dilating readily as saliva rushed forward to coat his teeth and tongue. He needed Damon to leave. This was not going well. If Sebastian could veritably gag him with those red thread things he had no desire to see what Damon might do in defence- the guy didn’t exactly seem like the type of guy who messed around much with these sorts of things. The other vampire seemed entirely unconcerned as the very bricks in the wall began to crumble beneath the sheer force off his fingers. Arlo’s emotions beginning to spike once more as he clung to those fragments of control again. Damon’s evident sarcasm hardly improving the situation.

“I’m trying to do you a god damn favour.”

It was very near hissed between his teeth, Arlo forcing himself to turn away and focus on the wall and yet his grip on it was still so firm it was crumbling under his touch. He had to think of something else, anything other than that blood, so warm and red and….god this was not working. The younger vampire managing an almost desperate plea this time. What in the hell Damon wanted with him he had no idea and yet if he didn’t leave this was going to end in a brawl and so help him Arlo was entirely sure he was going to lose. Walk away. Just walk away. Damon almost seeming to enjoy his rapidly growing distress and that internal battle that had become an all-out war. Arlo clinging to the wall now as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did. God maybe this had been a set up from the beginning, make him attack, claim it was an attack against the coven, get the coven involved and have him run out of town like every other city and town before him ever had.

“I'm not ok.....I can’t…stop myself.”

Even his breathing had become laboured from the effort of holding himself back. Arlo almost desperate to win that battle as he forced each word from between his lips. Didn’t Damon know what it was like to want to bite anything and everything? Didn’t he have any idea? Why the hell was he laughing? One hand reached upward, running through those near-black locks, a groan of pure frustration rumbling within his chest as his eyes closed, struggling almost valiantly for that control. He hadn’t even been hungry until Damon showed up, well, not this hungry. It was basically Damon’s fault he was sure. He didn’t want to go hunting with him. He didn’t understand. None of them ever did. Wait- pull his teeth out? One eye glanced suddenly upwards and towards the elder vampire again- that alone seeming to have struck at what sense still remained within him. Would Damon really pull out his fangs? What that even possible? That sounded…painful. The momentary distraction seeing his features soften if only briefly into that far more normal and well- sane look. Arlo grasping at those few threads of control that threat had somehow given him, the man oblivious to the idea that such a thing might have been Damon’s plan all along. Arlo fell silent for several moments before swallowing, remaining by that wall all the same as is gaze shifted to meet Damon’s own again.

“You….you think you can help me, bud? Fine. If your hunt doesn’t work though- I get to feed on you. How about that, eh? If you taste even half as good as you smell I’ll be happy. You smell much better than your busboy, not as good as the English guy I don’t think, but beggars can’t be choosers. Make me that deal and I’ll come with you here and now- and I’ll totally behave.”

It was a bet Damon couldn’t win and yet what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, maybe Damon did know some good ways of hunting. Did it hurt to learn?


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