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

you and i, we share the same disease


Posted on July 13, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

isolt griffin
I did intend to become a vampire.

The words that follow are lost in the deafening static that reverberates within her mind, coaxed into being by this singular phrase. Never before would she have entertained the notion that someone might willingly give themselves over to this transformation, that someone might desire this life by dying. Isolt had intended a great many things for her own life: medical school, extensive travel abroad, love, children perhaps... a bright future had lingered just beyond the scope of what she could readily see. But now, now all that lingered beyond tomorrow was more of this impenetrable and macabre darkness. Which begged the silent question, one the young woman battles so valiantly not to ask of him: why would he have aspired to this? What portion of his life could have ailed him so that his ultimate desire was for death? For immortality at the cost of his greater self? Perhaps she might one day ask this of him, when the curiosity that had always burned so impishly within her could no longer be assuaged or suppressed.

Her eyes deviate from his with the bartender's second arrival, two fresh glasses of luxuriously thick blood placed upon the wooden expanse between them. Isolt brings the glass he has proffered up to her lips, allowing the last wave of crimson lifeblood to ease itself down her gullet before blue eyes rise to meet his matching pair. Carefully she pushes the newly filled glass across the table to him, offering gratitude in perhaps the only way that is readily available to her. Though the dregs of her hunger lingers it is a mere echo of what it was before, and this understated kindness that he has seen fit to bestow upon her is far too deserving to allow a chance at gratitude to go unused.

He seems to consider the question she poses to him for a time, her frazzled mind reacting to the silence in perhaps the only way that is readily available to her... ivory teeth clench into the voluptuous pillow of her bottom lip, a look of desperate innocence mirrored in eyes that, albeit exhausted, retain their alluring beauty. When he finally sees fit to answer, his muscular frame leaning in to the wooden table, Isolt straightens in her seat expectantly. It is wholly unknown for what exactly she had hoped, what wisdom she had wished he might have had for her, what morsel of truth he might have seen fit to bait her with. What he does have for her is completely apart from what she had expected, and the copper-crowned woman would later admit some measure of disappointment, of dismay, for the answer that he gives. For in this moment she can discern no plausible manner in which she might improve her own situation. In what way could she have possibly made this better?

She looks to him then, this man she barely knows, her face betraying evidence of what could only ever have been raw defeat. "How?" Her syllables are naught but a whisper as she mirrors his actions, leaning in to the table that separates them. "How do you make this better? How do you ever get used to living like this? I... I don't even know my own body anymore. I just want," she pauses, eyes falling to the whitened slopes of her knuckles before traveling to their fellow patrons in turn... more than one of whom has moved their own gazes to the young redhead and the mysteriously handsome man in the far corner booth. "I just want to be the person I used to be. I just want to be myself again."


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