East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

and the vultures, why, they circled (Isolt)


Posted on November 19, 2016 by Arlo
East

Arlo James

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


It was his fifth night in a row at this bar, Red on the Water having proven to be a positively delicious find, the establishment seeming to attract more vampires than any other species and as such the eternally youthful man had made it something of a base of sorts. He was careful, but he always was, never arriving or leaving at the same time, shifting from one location within the bar to another throughout the night- attempting to get away with only buying the bare minimum in alcohol to appear as if he wasn't simply lingering but enjoying the atmosphere too. Arlo assuring his drinks too- were barely alcoholic at best to so insure his own senses remained entirely untainted. It was desperately easy then, to maintain idle chitchat, to weed one vampire out from the next, to discover who was the best fed amongst those who gathered here- those who came in every other night with beating hearts and heated skin flushed from the blood they'd consumed far more worthy of his attention than those who eternally seemed pale and cold or some variations of such. He was nothing if not patient, those striking azure blue eyes watching from beneath that wild mop of near-black hair far more than he ever appeared to do so.

His grin was easy, his conversation simple, light, Arlo blending flawlessly with that crowd just enough so as to be companionable and yet forgettable. Never attracting attention and yet hardly hiding from it either, such a skill well practised in the man until he found one who suited his tastes. It was easy then to follow them home, one of those other vampires, though he never struck on the first night, rarely even the second, Arlo content to wait until he understood their pattern, until they had fed themselves. It was then and only then he so pilfered that meal from them like the vulture he was, the man so relishing in the taste of his own kind and the way he could so drain them entirely without consequence- provided they never saw him, never caught him. His talent for escape perhaps the greatest of his skills. After all- he wasn't like them, the rest of his kind. Arlo never yet having met another like himself who so lusted after vampiric blood and yet he had long since given up caring. He had learned only to avoid his own kind for the most part, to hit one city after another and move on. Territorial bastards that vampires were. Vengeful too- when given the chance.

His attention for tonight however was entirely upon his next victim, Arlo having followed her home last night, the man pleasantly surprised to see her return again this evening- her flesh so constantly appearing well-fed and as such his interest within her was assured, the man waiting for her to leave again tonight. If she followed that same path home again, then come tomorrow he would ensure his trap was in place and secure himself that meal he so craved. His ardent blue gaze lingered upon her, his finger so ideally tracing his empty glass, the man feeling almost exposed without his dark hooded jacket that so often concealed his form in the darkness which afforded him that anonymity that kept him alive. Well, as alive as any vampire was. Yet it was necessary too, to prevent himself being identifiable in either form, Arlo so effortlessly displaying whichever persona was needed for the occasion. For now he merely played the part of a bored patron, fiddling with his phone every now and then, shifting positions, exchanging pleasantries with the occasional being- all the while keeping his eye upon that brunette vampire woman he had selected to be his target.


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