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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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 Griffin
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.
Okay, so he should have been more careful, but he was feeling particularly fidgety tonight andas such, more careless. He liked being daring every once in a while, just following his predator instincts. He just wanted a fix for tonight, some fae blood to give him a good high so he could forget all his problems, at least for one night. No questionable child on the way, no coven out for his fiance, no terrified friend playing it hermit-style. He wanted answers for all these problems, but he wouldn't be getting that tonight so he wanted the next best thing. He should have counted on the fae beneath him having some powers or he wouldn't be conveniently bleeding by a vampire tavern. No smart fairy would do such a thing. But he wasn't thinking straight and now it was telling.
As he launched from the roof, the man beneath him moved, or rather, disappeared and reappeared just out of reach. Damon landed in a crouch before him, showing both fangs extended in a grin as he straightened up. "Happens after a century or two, I guess." He shrugged before stepping purposely toward the fairy. When the man spoke French, Damon laughed. "S'il y avait des messieurs prÃ©sents, alors peut-Ãªtre." (If there were any gentlemen present, then perhaps) He said with a shrug and a teasing lift of his brow. It was a good thing he grew up in cajun Louisiana where English was the second language. He also spent a good many years in Paris as part of his eternal vacation after turning. The man before him was ready for anything so Damon tilted his head, pausing his chase to move a finger in a slicing motion.
"If you're going to bleed, might as well lay out the buffet." He aimed to use his powers to make a few more superficial cuts on the fairy's arms. He inhaled, wanting to smell all that fae blood. It only hit him too late that the fairy was staying just out of reach but not fully retreating. It was a trap. And of course, this only came to mind right as someone's arm wrapped around his throat. He scowled, bundling all the energy around him and pulling it to himself. With one hand on the Dark Hunter's arm, trying to pry it away, he grunted as the Hunter's foot connected with his knee. He allowed himself to go to his knees, but as the man paused, he used the moment to bring his other hand up and press it toward the Hunter's face and chest. Then he released all the energy in a blast that should release the Hunter's hold and shove him away.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the words the Hunter had uttered before he sent the blast his way. "Je ne l'aurais pas autrement." (Wouldn't have it any other way) He said with a snarky grin.