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.
He'd had far too much fun playing with the fae and Hunter. He was assured of his own powers, always feeling them tingling right there on the ends of his fingertips. He knew he could do some damage, maybe even kill one or both of the men if he wanted, but Damon was a creature of patience and he was a born predator, even though he'd been bitten and made into a vampire. He loved the hunt. He loved to drag it out as much as possible, to feel the fear of his victims and feed off of it before he'd even tasted their blood. He loved torture, to hear the screams as he crippled and maimed and with his power of persuasion, he could even play mind games with his victims, which made everything that much more fun. But this disappearing act that the fae kept pulling on him. Well, that was just downright annoying. Couldn't he stand still for a second or two? Just long enough for Damon to get one good bite in? The fae might even enjoy it.
And then that dark hunter who oozed of power and authority. There was something about him that tickled Damon's senses, but he was too in the moment to delve in further. It was almost like he was familiar in a way, like maybe Damon read about him in a book or something, but that would be crazy. The real supernatural never make it into books, just the made up fiction that humans like to publish. Damon wasn't too keen on the hunter's plastic knife but a spear? That, he could play with. He'd love to turn it on the hunter and jab it right into his own chest, show him how it can hurt, but of course the hunter was staying out of reach, dancing with him. Now don't get him wrong, Damon considered himself a good dancer, but this wasn't a dance he wanted to partake in, not where there was a bleeding fae just feet away.
And the hunter was so sure of himself, murmuring at how unfortunate it was for Damon that it was just the two of them as the fae disappeared. Damon only chuckled. "Whatever floats your boat, twinkle toes." He loved to get under the skin of his opponents, really irritate them and get in their heads. It made everything else much more fun. That is, until a fucking needle was thrust into his neck like he was the Thanksgiving turkey. He cursed and turned on the fae but of course, he was gone again, reappearing by the hunter like he needed a guard dog or something. Damon would have loved to add a few more cuts to his skin just out of spite at this point but things started getting hazy pretty fast. The fae was talking, apologizing about not wanting to get bit and Damon heard himself chuckle, even as he felt for a wall to hold himself up. "How would you know? Have you been bit by me? I'm the fucking bite master...."
His words were slurring even more by this point as his legs started to slide out from under him. The voices got far away for a minute or two but he could hear the fae going off about being called "boy." He couldn't help but smirk, even though he wasn't quite sure what he was even smirking about at this point. He heard something about two different venoms and that they weren't going to kill him, bu tthe voices were going in and out. He could hear his own heartbeat. Wait, did his heart still beat? He thought that was a myth. But then the beat had to be music, right? So his head started bobbing. Somewhere far off he heard the fae talking again, something about a Giselle and twins. He couldn't help but grin. "Twins are fun. Kinky kittens. Tie one up and make the other one spank her. Oh, but gotta watch those red heads. They get feisty when you pull their hair." He didn't even know who he was talking to at this point, merely staring ahead as he spoke and waved his finger around, like he was teaching a class or something.
When he told them about Isolt, the fae said he was pleased to hear it and congratulated him and Damon smiled a big smile, feeling the happiest he'd ever felt, or so it felt like, anyway. "Yep, she's a feisty redhead too. A goddess in the sheets and a freak in the streets. Oh wait....Or was it...." His voice trailed off again as he tried to correct himself but he lost his train of thought. Oh well, it would have been good anyway. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning his head back against the wall. As the fae crouched in front of him, he blinked a few times and leaned forward a little with a smile. "You know, if I was a gay man, I'd hit that. You're one sexy motherfucker! Of course, I'm sexy, too. We'd make sexy babies. But not him." He glared at the hunter, though it was only halfhearted, his face falling into laughter in the next minute. "I kid, I kid."
When he brought up the party, the fae asked where he was hosting it and said they'd love to come, calling the hunter Pedro. That made Damon laugh even harder than the first time, his hand going to his stomach. "Your name is...Pedro? Oh, that's rich. No wonder you're not sexy!" He smirked like it explained everything. But then he scowled, thoughtful even though he couldn't think long or hard on it. Just wasn't worth the effort. Nothing was, really. He threw his arms out. "Uh, wherever and everywhere. The world is my party." When Pedro called the fae Carlos, he could only scowl and shake his head. "No, no, your name can't be Carlos. That's not a sexy name. It should be....Devin or...Calvin. Like the underwear." He smirked, feeling quite proud of himself for giving the fae new names to choose from. Surely he didn't have to stay a Carlos, right?
The fae said he looked like a good host and he nodded, flinching as he hit his head on the wall while doing so. "The best! Lots of drink and song and women. Well, the ol' ball and chain probably won't allow the last part but they're for you so she won't mind too much. I got this, don't you worry." He tried lowering his voice like he was whispering at the end but it pretty much came out at regular volume. Oh well, no secrets amongst friends, right? He suddenly looked around. "Hey, where are the drinks? Did I miss them?"