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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

losing my way67.143.208.41Posted On January 18, 2018 at 7:03 PM by Damon Marcello



Any other day and time, Damon might have even felt a little bad for Malek, being out of place here with strangers, just trying to hang out with the girl he likes that happens to be Damon's coven mate. But with everything happening, he could care less about Malek. Another day they could get to know each other and maybe become friends, but not today. Today it was all he could do to string words together in conversation when his mind, his body, his very heart clung only to the hope that he would have Isolt in his arms once more. As if off at a distance, he heard Malek say that he was a good tracker. He also heard it like a whisper when Malek said he thought the coven was a myth. He made a noise somewhere between a growl and a grunt, the only sign that he heard him. The New Eden was anything but a myth no matter how Damon wished in this moment that they were. The only words that managed to get through to him was when Malek asked why they wanted Isolt. The growl turned into a full on snarl as he curled his lips and all but lunged at Malek, his eyes wide and menacing. It was easy to see he was not in the right state of mind right now.

"Do you think I fucking KNOW why they decided it would be her?! I don't know but does that help us at all right now? No! It doesn't..." His fangs extended in his rage and he used them to bite down into his bottom lip before he told Malek to shut the fuck up if he couldn't say something of use. He tasted his own blood and closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing. His whole body was trembling as he tried to control himself. He heard the rest of what Malek said about Yumi being taken and he shook his head vigorously, opening his eyes only to look down at his shoes because he felt if he looked directly at anyone right now, he might unleash one of his powers and they weren't the enemy right now. He had to keep telling himself that. "I've seen the prophecy in at least twenty different languages and interpretations and there was nothing about another vampire, or anyone else that was needed. Just a red headed vampire and whole hell of a lot of witch power." He didn't even look up to see that Malek was talking to Tetradore. All of it sounded like garble to him right now anyway.

When Malek teased about going on a hunt, Damon growled again. "No one says you have to be here if you'd rather be doing something else." He snarled. By this time, pretty much any time anyone spoke, he was so rattled and restless that the words all but scratched along his skin like nails on a chalkboard. It grated him, making him chew on his bottom lip that much more and taste yet more slick blood. Malek said something about being a distraction and manipulating pheromones. He turned his back on Malek, all but dismissing him and choosing not to answer on that. He heard Tetradore's voice somewhere along the line, his head tilting just enough to listen though he kept staring at his hands as he fisted and unfisted his fingers, again and again, like he was pumping a stress ball. He was so anxious, he felt he could combust at any moment. They needed to be moving, doing something, ANYTHING. Tetradore seemed to have a plan, saying he knew where some witches were and asked about using Malek's ability. Only then did Damon turn back to them, his gaze only looking to Tetradore though. His gaze was both intense and distant, as if he was looking right through him.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." Without waiting for an answer, he shouldered past both men, heading toward the Mustang that only reminded him that much more of Isolt and what they shared. His eyes burned as he got in the driver's seat. He wasn't even sure if the other two felt safe with him behind the driver's wheel in his current state but he wasn't about to wait around while they debate it. He knew he couldn't just sit as a passenger right now. He needed to be doing something or he'd completely lose his mind. At least by driving, he was getting that much closer to an answer, that much closer to Isolt. He started the engine and revved it, his only way of demanding the other two make up their minds quick and get in or get out of the way. He would find a witch no matter if he had to bust up all the covens he knew of in Sacrosanct. One way or another, he was getting her back. There was no other way.



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