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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

LET ME LOVE YOU TO DEATH; On May 31, 2017 at 11:56 AM by AMOR CONSTANS

v a m p i r e

Amor was a broken man, Harlequin was all too aware. The emotions, the turmoil that was hand in hand with the flood of question – the inquiry, it mentioned it all. She could only wonder how she could have fallen for such a monster. And why it was that the Beast held with white knuckles, her heart when he did not even have one of his own. But if she sought answers, Amor had none – he was but a stranger to himself. There was only pieces of shattered humanity, of what he could have been. These shards like glass to the most tender of fingers, painful to the touch and precarious to maneuver.

The man killed her parents, stripped her of all innocence and caged her like an animal. His sister wanted her dead and nearly killed him in the process. Not to mention the little detail of Adrian, who Amor had yet to even think of yet. Her only sibling was his worst enemy and sought to have him dead, perhaps even to this day. Was she really angry that he left? How, out of everything, was this the one thing that caused a rage he had never seen before? Or was this because of what she experienced in his absence?

It was obvious that Ryker didn’t have it like Amor did.

Harlequin had fallen for this captor, this Romanian man that now had her tucked tightly against the damp brick wall. His fangs snag her porcelain skin in tiny folds as he closes his mouth, leaving a red and raised trail in tow. Having pricked it, he kisses the wound where blood beads before licking his lips and tasting sweet familiarity. He hums in a sick satisfaction; this rush that consumes him was far beyond the blood, beyond what it felt to corrupt this little girl. This was entertaining fate and what it may have in store for them, or more so for Harlequin. He wanted to see what she could become with his help.

There was no denying that he was twisted, that he did enjoy her completely dependent upon him. But of course, he saw beyond that now. He could create something lethal out of her. Tame her and have that power exchanged, respectfully so. To know Amor is to know that there was nothing romantic about him. But there had always been an allure that a lot of women could not resist. They came to his clubs, found him and sought his attention; only to be manipulated into working for him, under his complete and utter control. Funniest thing about it was that he never slept with any of them, not even the one’s he trained…

Perhaps he was a bit too much for her these days.

10 years down a dark road without her, she may be too frightened to find him.

He chuckles at her words, at her petite form trembling against him. Yet again taunting every aspect of darkness and predator alike within him, all he wanted to was kiss her. There was an inkling of curiosity; if she would deny him or not. His nose brushes her ear, his breath crawls down her neck. Amor would not turn her unless she wanted it; his words and gestures but in mockery. He excited in what she had become, he wanted to embrace her in her decision. Harlequin had entertained the thought for years, it would be a matter of time before she would succumb to it. She still had fear but she had long since learned to face them – eventually.

Pulling away, he does not even make eye contact before kissing her fiercely.

No matter her reaction, he had to taste her lips again.

emotional manipulation


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