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

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
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 Griffin

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

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Posted on September 06, 2019 by yumi chizue
East


Those nights she'd spent within the grasp of that horrible coven still haunted her, the girl living in eternal fear that they might return to finish what they had started. The guilt that she had failed her own Supreme still lingered heavily, thanks to the long-lasting consequences Isolt seemed to be suffering from the babe she still carried - the child somehow continuing to exist as the year slipped by as a continued reminder of the coven and their crazy prophesy. The very thought that Isolt might have failed her had never crossed her mind. She couldn't help the taken aback look that crossed her fair features. "I..." Chizue started, her eyebrows furrowed in consideration as a long moment of silence followed suit. Everyone adored Isolt, their coven, though now fragmented, had once centered around the woman. "...was...she supposed to?" The young woman inquired softly, at last. After all, Damon kept her safe, just as the man had once recruited her to look into that coven to help keep Isolt safe too. It was just the way things had always been - she was the treasure the coven orbited around. She could hardly fathom a coven that did not operate in such a manner. Were they that atypical? Would he, as a were, even know? That rough sigh upon his lips drew her gaze upwards towards him, her head nodding silently in agreement that, at the very least, the man who had placed his hands upon her was no more...the rest of them...however, was another matter entirely.

"Look...into it?" She inquired almost uncertainly, "What...is there to look into?" Damon, after all, had already told her eliminating the coven was an impossibility - with branches internationally, she had already accepted that there was little she could do. Still, a part of the woman longed for that feeling of security she'd once had, one that had been robbed from her the very night she had been turned and only further shattered upon her kidnapping. The very hardness of his stare upon her, however, was enough to make the girl shy away, her depthless irises quickly dropping to the floor as she withdrew into herself, her fingers toying with the edge of her shirt in a subtle display of her anxiousness. The almost animalistic growl upon his lips caused the girl to flinch, his question far more threatening then she anticipated he had meant it. "New Eden," Chizue answered promptly, though their name was but a whispered word from the demure woman. Admittedly, the young singer hardly anticipated an apology from the man, for either his rough demeanor nor the damage that had occurred to her home. Those words, however, resulted in little more than a small dismissive shake of her head and an altogether weak simper. Thankfully, she was saved from any further insistence from the man by that metaphorical elephant between them - the damage to his leg.

The scent of his blood was altogether potent, her vampiric senses on edge from it, even if Chizue was not a typical vampire in any manner. She could hear his heartbeat, thudding within his chest, just as she was aware of the wince anytime he put too much pressure upon his leg. It was, however, the color of his aura, however, that was most telling of that pain he was trying to subdue. Her urging that he get proper medical care, however, was firmly shut down, the young woman shrinking at the forcefulness of his words. She was hesitant to agree to help pull the silver bullet from his wound herself and yet...it had been her plan all along, hadn't it? Tentatively, the young vampire found herself agreeing as she placed her small first aid kit upon the coffee table. Her gaze momentarily drifted towards the man as she dug through her kit, that pink hue quickly tainting her cheeks as she tried not to dwell upon the man's distinct...attractiveness, that seemingly more daunting than the task ahead of her. Chizue appreciated his efforts to further reassure her, her gentle murmuring hadn't gone unnoticed though the very mention of his briefcase prompted a small frown on the corner of her lips. Her efforts to get those important pages back to him felt so...unsuccessful truly. She hadn't even managed to gather them all, several surely still floated and drifted in the midst of downtown Sacrosanct. Still, she saw little reason to point this out to him as she pulled her pair of plastic tweezers from her kit.

Chizue was hardly worried about the state of her apartment with a bullet wound to care for. Afterward, perhaps, she might fret over the splintered floorboards and broken furniture but presently, it and his concerns for fixing the home were the furthest from her mind. Unfortunately, the Englishman hardly seemed inclined to allow her to dismiss it entirely, insisting that he had someone to 'take care of it'. Slowly, her chocolate irises fluttered up towards him, only to drift towards the wrecked remains of her living room. Chizue didn't have the slightest idea of how to fix the floor, or the furniture, for that matter. Handiwork had never been viewed as proper for a young lady to learn within her family. Maybe it was...easier this way, and certainly better than having to approach Isolt and Damon with her clear lack of judgment at letting a polar bear into their home. "Okay." She uttered softly, finally agreeing to leave the matter up to him. With those tweezers in hand and the repairing of her home dealt with, there was very little to further distract the young girl from that bullet she'd been tasked to dig out. Inquisitively, the vampire inspected that wound, stating much the obvious as she informed him that this would definitely hurt. The very grimness to his tone, however, prompted an almost sympathetic look from the girl as she slowly lowered to her knees in front of him - the position far better for the task at hand.

The girl was oblivious to that look of desire that drifted in the depths of his gaze, her awareness that something had changed restricted to that flare of color in his aura that flickered and diminished as if it had never been there at all. The hue of want so close to the color of pain that she'd scarcely recognized it for what it was. That soft beseech drew her gaze upwards as he glanced away, his accent particularly strong as he reached for her slender fingers. At his instructions, her hand pressed firmly against his thigh as she shifted for a better view of the bullet. For a moment, Chizue merely eyed it in an attempt to discern the best way to get to it. "Here goes." She murmured, offering him a word of warning before the girl nibbled upon her bottom lip. Her delicate fangs peaked out just under the plush of her lips as the tip of her tweezers reached into that hole. She was forced to press along the edges of the wound far more than she desired to get her tweezers around the bullet, the girl whispering at each wince. "Sorry, I'm sorry." It took her a bit to make any sort of movement with the bullet before her tweezers slipped, the blood coating it flowing fresh with each movement, sliding down his leg and her once pristine fingers. Chizue winced at the movement of her tweezers, glancing up at him apologetically. "It's almost out." She muttered as if almost fearing he might yell at her for her mistake. It took her another few minutes still of working with the bullet before the small piece of metal emerged intact, falling onto the ground with a soft thud. Thank goodness..

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