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!
What You'll Find Here
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.
cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns
That question that prompted from the young woman's lips earning her chuckle, before that honest sobering mention that he was through with this stupid place. Such a truthful profound response it was that she too felt. She sobered some. After all, what had Sacrosanct done for her? this place brought her.. How the thought of simply leaving this place behind with all of its vampires and dismal future along with it. But could she? Hasn't she not run from that awful past before and look where it brought her. Right. Back. Here. She was sick of running. Done with it.. but the appeal of it.. starting anew seemed to bring an alluring carrot dangling right before her. "You and me both my friend.. you and me both." That statement uttered with her usual bravado and yet something beneath that surface seemed almost weary and worn. She seemed to squeeze herself tighter in that very moment before pushing it away as though she could control those rogue emotions that wanted to break free. It was then that her baby blue eyed companion opened his mouth to explain the unravelling of what seemed like one a bitch of a story. One Harley was more than willing to listen, wanting to a little bit of good for her close companion if she could soothe anything at all. It seemed he needed it too.... That story was about to flow all at once. At least until that suddenness shattered that moment like a stone to glass.
The suddenness, startled her. The way he looked at her... bothered her. How did he know? Fuck.. was that change that obvious? Yet.. he was magical, was it truly not that surprising that he could sense the difference in her once all too human makeup? The raven haired woman was clearly not ready for this conversation. She was ready for pitchforks and being that pillar of strength to her closest companion.
She was not ready to discuss the mess her own life had become, a literal wasteland of hell with no glimmer of hope in the near future. Yet... Sterling deserved to know, didn't he? That usual vigor seemed to be sucked right from her very being, that near unease and doubt thrashing within her like the beast that now lurked just beneath her skin. She did not want this conversation, not at all. How it felt like a lie to look at Sterling now.. as though she only lingered on thoughts of her own...impending doom. Perhaps a little quid pro quo could suffice. At least, this she could live with. It was then that the deal was struck, solidified in the sacred bonds of friendship.. the two willing to explain the two vastly different bombs that had gone on in their respective lives. She nodded singularly as he gestured toward that plush sofa. A place where many a heavy conversation had been had. Perhaps such conversations should be reserved for a more... comfortable environment. With little reluctance she pushed off that door frame, unfolding her arms before she moved through her home forewarning that this story was dumb. It truly was... one Sterling need not know the full details of. He knew enough.. but she didn't need to drag him down the dark winding pathways of every dismal facet of her life. It was then as she met her couch, turning just so she could flop into the plush cushions that seemed to ensnare her. Ace seemed content with the change of location, following closely behind, snatching a toy to play with somewhere nearby. Humans.. always apparently too serious when all he wanted to do was PLAY.
She patted the cushion in that universal symbol of come sit with me. Sterling seemed to mirror her flopping just as she curled up with her legs folded beneath her and slightly to the side, while also facing him. That story had been told... well part of it. He need not know of the entitled master vampires that seemed to own her now. She nodded once in agreeance at the mention of her thigh.. that place in which Tetradore had bit her. Infected her. Stole her humanity. God she still remembered how much it fucking hurt, passing out from the pain of it, the blood loss and the hallucinations. How hazy it all felt.. but she remembered... enough of it. She subconsciously brushed her fingers across the black denim of her jeans where she knew that bite was... Her gaze lingered upon her now smooth bare arms. Maybe Sterling.. wouldn't notice the missing tattoo on her flesh.. Maybe he would just assume it happened when she turned. Too many dangerous questions floated about with even more difficult answers she hardly wished to reveal. A sudden frown pressed upon her brow then, that inquiry of that odd location. "Waaay too close for comfort." She admitted, why of all damn places he chose there to bite she hardly knew. The woman never really asked, choosing ignorance, at least for now. That name of her maker prompting a well of unsteady emotions. Simply uttering that name seemed to concern her as though he would be.... Summoned. A silly foolish notion.
It was odd to see that recognition in her companion's voice. Tetradore. "Yup... that's the guy. He thinks he's so slick... with his boat and cars... but the guy is fucked. I don't care how sad and hopeless he looks..."
It was the mention of Henry... that made her sit up straighter her eyes widen in true surprise. "What? The asshole is just biting everyone now.." She uttered with distaste, did that mean Risque had her hooks in his boyfriend.. err ex boyfriend? Fuck. "Henry doesn't hang out with any vampires does he?" She questioned suspiciously...wonder if Sterling would even know. It was then at the comment of Tetradore's nudity that brough a half scoff, half laugh of disbelief to her lips.
"The guy is ALWAYS naked. Or getting naked.. I think it is a were thing.." Of course she saw his abs.. how could you miss them, you got hit with them the moment he peeled off that fabric from his skin... and he was... always seeming to do that. Why he even bothered to wear one in the first place was baffling to her. Yet how those abs were not enough to truly distract herself from the villainous man they belonged to. "Hey.. I know that look... Don't be blinded by the abs. I promise you... that man has more baggage than a full airbus." But the truth of the matter was.. she had her fair share of baggage to.. It was like a prerequisite in becoming a were.
Sterling's frown seemed to echo some sort of concern for her and how.. quickly she was to downplay the severity of that notion of joining the were's upon that ship. "I mean.. I feel them sometimes.. or something. I don't know. You think he will want me? I think I am already driving him nuts." A mischievous grin curled upon her lips after that scoff was issued. " He's already got his merry little fan club... pack or whatever to kiss his ass. I'm too much of a headache." She shrugged, the very thought of Tetradore seemed to agitate her. But she could not deny that.... Link to that very pack even if she denied it so. It lingered there... like a nagging mark underneath her skin buried deep.
She gave him her best practiced award-winning smile she didn't quite feel. But at the very least... this was something she could do. "Oh you better believe I will." In that... she could at least be sure of if nothing else. Those thoughts, those fears and worries could be swept away beneath the rug. At least for now. After all... Sterling was screaming all kinds of wronged lover vibes and at least in this.. she could find some semblance of control in the freefall existence of her life. That shift in their conversation was a welcomed one.
"Henry fucked around on you after he.... Hurt you... That is all kinds of fucked up. Who does that???" She expected that of... most men.. But Henry? They had been together before the dawn of time. How certain she was that they could work this out.. But that level of trust sabotage. That was a whole new level of low. If she had love like that... She saw the distress upon his face, the way he shook his head.. that hurt all but evident no matter how he tried to keep himself together, like the man was being held together by flimsy threads.
One thing she could deny was... how upset... she felt. Genuinely upset. Anger... and hurt for her companion almost made her burst like a supernova. "Fuck, Sterling.." She said with feeling, her vibrant violet gaze met his own piercing blue one. "You are one of the last good ones out there. You are a goddamn catch. Screw Henry. Screw Tetradore. Screw Sacrosanct." It was then that an idea had struck her... a mischievous lightbulb moment if there ever was one. She was getting so riled she nearly stood to her feet upon that couch!
"What would you say.. if I had a way... to help us both? The best... revenge of them all is just one yes away. The beauty of it... is it doesn't really hurt anyone.. but it will feel hella good for us. It's a little crazy though.. Its better than shoving shit in boxes alone..."