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

Ain't life just awful strange


Posted on September 23, 2020 by Gia Jones
East

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



It had been seven days - seven full fucking days - since Gia had put a bottle to her lips. She'd managed to go a full week without a drop of alcohol. The sense of accomplishment was fleeting though, when you have no one to share it with. Her agonizing half-hearted quest to sobriety was something she lamented on alone. She didn't post a sefie on Instagram, nor some longwinded self-centered bullshit post on Facebook. Not even Leslie, her sister with whom she texted and emailed with daily, didn't know. Perhaps she did, being her sister and all, maybe she always knew Buffy had a problem. But Leslie didn't know that her dark hunter sister was trying to address the glaring crutch in her life - the succubus that seemed to be the start of nearly every single one of her problems - all on her own.

The dry week came after Buffy attempted to force herself to go to an AA meeting. But the lanky girl jumped at any opportunity to divert her attention from entering the building and sitting in a folding chair with a slew of losers for an hour. A pretty little blonde girl had provided just enough of a distraction to get Buffy to walk away... and head back to the bar. And so, the guilt wore heavily on her. Did she really not have any control over this? Was she truly addicted, or did she just enjoy it so much that she didn't want to stop? Buffy wasn't confident she knew the answer. And thus, the dry week.

It fucking sucked. But somehow, she survived. Yoga helped. So did a daily run through her southside neighborhood. And weed - we can't forget about the ganja.

Work, too, provided a channel for her misplaced energy. Buffy was busy over the last week, bagging vamp after vamp. She fought over competitive bounties with dark hunters much more experienced and well-known in town. But she was doing well - she researched, tracked and hunted expertly, logging one kill or containment and remained hungry for the next. Buffy hadn't worked this hard since, well, since she was just getting her sea legs back when she was first turned. Before Jason. Before mom's cancer. Before the fuckery of everything.

The night was winding down, as the hours transitioned from p.m. into a.m. Buffy had just set a new PR - three vampires dead in one night - and she was thirsty. This was reason enough to celebrate, right? To break her dry streak? She didn't need to convince herself further, and instead, pushed open the door to the very next bar down the block.

Buffy rarely spent time on the East side of town if she could avoid it. Ever since that near date rape encounter, she was wary of the crowds that hung here, especially at this ungodly hour. But as she passed through the dimly lit bar, she could feel the eyes on her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood in protest as her body registered them all - witch, vampire, witch, witch, fairy, witch.... but she'd clocked out for the night. Buffy slid her rail-thin body into a barstool next to a burly looking warlock but barely gave him the once over. Instead, she used her dirty palms to the smooth out the flyaways of her messy brown ponytail, only now deciding to inspect her black tank top and jeans for any signs of mud or worse, blood. But this was about as clean and tidy as Buffy got.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as the man next to her downed one drink and then another in quick succession. "Alrighty there." She scoffed mostly to herself - she was certainly the last one to judge. "I'll have what he's having." She blurted to the bartender, her mouth already salivating at the thought of the burn of the whiskey down her throat. "Why not one more for my friend here, too." She offered, in a rather rare moment of generosity. But Buffy was feeling good. Maybe she'd switch it up, and indulge with company tonight.

GIA BUFFY JONES

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