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.
I'm a devil in disguise
The frenzied hunter had wasted no time in pouncing on the woman. How easy it was to pin her small frame to the ground. William noted the blood that coated her face, the way her movements now seemed utterly delayed from her slam into the coffee table. Delight spread across the Hunter's features in the form of that wicked grin, the man fully enjoying the pain that he had caused his prey. Anger had only driven his mind further and further into that madness. As a result, his movements were anything but gentle. There was no restraint as the man handled his former lover. His touches were meant to maim, to mangle. He would end her, make her suffer for the pain that he had suffered. Not that William could have even vocalized the pain that had triggered his decent, not now. Their argument now felt far away, a memory of something that had happened to something else entirely. The man she had argued with entirely gone, replaced by the monster that knelt above her. If he'd remained, maybe the pleas that escaped her lips might have reached him, but as it were, he didn't even hear her words as he taunted her.
His wicked grin only grew as the psychic energy formed into the blade that he pressed into her side. Her skin peeled away like paper at the touch of the blade, the man certainly knowing exactly how to inflict pain upon the woman. In fact, William was so focused on the exact way his weapon carved out her skin that he was entirely unprepared for the burst of water that exploded in his face. The blade disappeared from view immediately as the sheer force of that ball of liquid knocked him off of her. William's hands immediately went to his face, trying desperately to wipe away the water that had stolen his breath. William staggered backwards, trying to regain his composure to be able to charge after her, only to feel her weight slam against him. The growl caught in his throat as her elbow slammed against his temple and the world went instantly dark.
The first thing that William was aware of was the fact that he was soaking wet, followed almost immediately by the throbbing pain just above his left eye. William attempted to open his eyes, which proved to be a mistake. "Mmm..." He groaned, squeezing his eyes back tightly shut. Ow, ow. What the hell had happened to him? He remembered going out. He had been trying to catch up with - Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. William's eyes shot open, ignoring the blinding pain that erupted and stole his vision with a blinding white light. William instantly worked to force his body into a sitting position. His failure to move was what made him realize the restraints that held his wrists firmly behind his back. Shit, shit. He didn't know what had happened last night, but it couldn't have been good.
"Vha..." His mouth felt dry, as though it were made of cotton. He continued blinking, forcing his vision to clear. Her shape appeared first, shadowy and just out of reach. He struggled once more, twisting his body until he'd managed to get into a sitting position. The effort, combined with the pain in his head, left him with a sheen of sweat across his forehead. He continued to blink at her, aching to see that she was okay. God, please let her be okay. If he'd seriously hurt her... god, he didn't think he could live with himself. The fear made his breath catch in his throat as he fought for the clarity that his throbbing head did not seem to want to give. Finally, his vision seemed to clear just enough to take her in. Her hair had traces of blood in it, seeming to come from the wound on her temple that was quickly becoming a dark bruise. He saw the shape of his own fingers in a bruise on her upper arm. Was that it? Was that all the damage he'd done? All the harm he'd caused the woman who held his heart.
The shame caused the Hunter to duck his head, his shoulders slumping with the weight of everything he'd done. "Vhalla," He said weakly, peeking up at her through his long, dark eyelashes. "Vhalla, what did I do? My darling, are you alright?"