Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
He felt like an ass. Most of the time, he was okay with that but not about this. He hadn't been by to see Yumi since the day he rescued her and that felt like all kinds of wrong. He just couldn't get that image out of his head of her running into the bathroom and closing him out. He could still hear her softly crying on the other side of the door in his thoughts. He hated leaving her but he couldn't think straight without Isolt. Once he had her in his arms, he knew everything would be okay again and he could make things right. But he hated to leave things like that and now he couldn't even figure out how to face her. She must hate him for being such an idiot. He knew she wasn't like other vampires, that she didn't feed on blood and yet it was his first instinct when he saw her hurt. He only wanted to make her better and he only made himself out to be an idiot. He'd asked Malek to watch over her since he knew she trusted him but he hadn't been back to see her. He asked Isolt about her often but he knew she wasn't healing emotionally even as well as Isolt was. And he hated himself for that.
He still blamed himself for letting it happen. They shouldn't have been left alone in that tent, even at a big wedding chapel. They should have had protection. He'd never make that mistake again. But he knew he would never forgive himself if he didn't make it right. He needed to see Yumi himself. He decided he would go over there tonight and do just that. He left a sweet love note for Isolt on the counter and grabbed the keys to his car. As he stepped out, he could feel the chill in the air. Fall was definitely upon Sacrosanct. Good thing, he didn't really feel cold. He'd donned a tshirt and black leather jacket just to fit in with some dark wash jeans and tennis shoes. He wanted to be comfortable in case he had to wait outside the house a long time. He made his way to the house that used to belong to Yumi and Isolt. Thankfully, Isolt had moved in with him so he could keep a closer eye on him. He wouldn't be able to sleep at all if he didn't know she was safe after what happened.
But it meant Yumi had one person less to talk to and he hated himself a little for that. He hoped Malek would stay around a lot more but as he pulled up to the house, he scowled when he noted no other vehicles in the driveway. He'd have to give that vampire a good talking to. Slowly he got out of the car and made his way up the sidewalk. Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath and let it out, using it as more to prepare himself than because he actually needed it. Then he put his finger out and hit the doorbell, hearing the joyous ringing all through the house. Nibbling on his bottom lip, he put his hands in his pockets and leaned toward the door. "Yumi? Hey, it's me. Can I come in?"