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

Just a fragment, but it's all that I will ever need to revive;


Posted on September 24, 2019 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton


As a leader, it was your job to keep your people safe, plain and simple. Even as he watched the woman's clear struggle upon her face as she considered just that. "I believe she should have." The rich baritone of his voice hardly wavered, peering at the petite woman before him with a lingering look. Oliver's nutmeg hued eyes heavy with unspoken memories and the raw emotion so clung to him them. As he thought of those souls, he had made it his duty to keep safe.

The desire to look into that coven she spoke of was spoken with a certain tenacity usually reserved for his business remained strong. He could hardly leave her wide open for another attack.. and if her coven leader refused lift a dainty finger about it.. perhaps he should. He already had a few people on retainer which would make it easy to do a bit of digging. Just how deep did it go? Was she still a target? His mind considering these questions. After all, it was Oliver's questions that kept him ahead of his own demons. There wasn't much Oliver couldn't get dirt on. "Yes. If there is anything to look into... I will find it.. I have good people whose purpose is to find out just that. At the very least we can find out how to keep you safe." He already blindly took charge, Chizue hardly asked for such a thing and he was already full steam ahead. Perhaps it was because his animal had somehow chosen her to protect, that need to do so hardly wavering, even in human form. His stare remained steadfast, the poor timid woman growing uncomfortable beneath its weight, like so many before her.

That intenseness remaining, even as she turned her own gaze to the ground. Something inside of him relishing in that timid behavior. That beast inside of him met him, as that inhuman possessive growl parted from him, the vampire flinching at its sound. He should have better control than that. The fact that he had shifted back should have been enough... to regain his usual infallible composure. Was she truly that scared of him? It was then she uttered that name and he nodded, committing it to memory.

Fortunately, after enlisting her assistance, he hardly considered that perhaps her vampiric nature would be triggered from the blood from his wound. He was not the only predator in the room and yet how blissfully easy it was to forget that. He was grateful at the sight of that medical kit, that faint sheen of sweat drawing a sheen to his forehead. Was there something inside of that leaden bullet that was meant to act like a slow moving poison? All he knew is that metal.. had to come out. He could see she was daunted... that hesitation ever apparent. As much as that briefcase and its files were important... there was little he could do about it now... that mission to save those vital papers mostly a failure. It would take time to remedy that... unfortunate blunder, he was sure. The corporate man already stretched far too soon as it was.. That for now was not an issue he could do anything about.

Finally, the petite woman reached for that medical kit, moving hesitantly to pluck those tweezers from their nestled space in that box. That look she gave in the state of disarray of her apartment was soon met with a promise that he would mend the damage. That mere agreeance was all she afforded him as if to appease him more than out of actually believing that he would come through for her. His focus shifted back toward the task at hand, everything else would have to wait, after all, what good was he wounded as he was?

And yet the moment he saw her descend to the ground, he could hardly help the way that prickle of lust rose within him. It should have been the last thing on his mind, considering this was about to get very, very uncomfortable for him. And yet, he was still a man and she was so very appealing to him. How ungentlemanly of him. Fortunately, he seemed to possess far more control over this manner than he did of his beast and he could conceal his manhood from view behind Chizue's plush pillow he had plucked from her couch. He knew that desire would entirely be short lived the moment, instructions at what to do falling from him, keeping his focus entirely on something else. Anything else. He swallowed as she waited no longer.. that singular warning the last one she offered.

That was when the real striking pain struck with a vengeance. How was it possible to hurt more now than it actually felt getting shot? All that poking and prodding caused his fingers to dig into that pillow, clenching his jaw. "Oh dear god.." He groaned, as that sheen turned to sweat now, a soft pant leaving him as he attempted to remain in complete control. That uttered apology spoken all the same... his gaze drew down to her once more... what was she doing? Digging for gold? He didn't dare ask... or acknowledge those words into existence.. instead... grating out those words of encouragement, even as every muscle clenched in his body in that moment. There was never a moment closer to passing out then there was now. "Its ok, you are almost there..." He urged her on, but truly how was he supposed to tell? But he was hopeful that statement to be true, even though he seemed about two seconds away from digging the cursed thing out himself.

The pain was simply that great. He could then feel that the next movement somehow caused that blood to flow, a steady line along his leg, reopening any healing his body attempted around that bullet. The Englishman could hardly help that wincing, the skin around his eyes crinkling from pain as his other hand curled into a fist in a bid to keep from cursing. This was horrible... He met her apologetic gaze, their eyes locked.. that pain must have shown within his eyes all the same because she muttered her own assurances Oh god how he hoped she was right. The feel of having that bullet removed almost had him on the floor panting in sweet, sweet liberation. The sound of that bloodied metal falling to the wood floor, akin to the sound of a fallen coin.

"Thank you.. You did well." Oliver praised despite his voice sounding a hint strained. "But I think I have a newfound dislike of.... Plastic tweezers..." That was the understatement of the century.. he was quite certain that they should all be... abolished from all first aid kits and replaced with metal ones. It was no surprise that the plastic, wider pronged tweezers surely made the whole ordeal far more painful. Those plastic toys they called a medical device were far better served to take out bee stings or.. splinters. Not a bullet lodged into his flesh.. he was sure of it. Then to be entirely fair, most people weren't digging bullets out of people in their living room.

"You wouldn't happen to have a pair of clothes I could.... borrow now do you?" How completely unprepared he was... He doubted he could squeeze into anything she owned, she was far too petite and yet.... He had little choice to accept his fate..... "Or a sheet... I am... afraid my hand in cramping... from holding this pillow..." God he hoped she didn't bring him a dress....

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