The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Cull & Pistol
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Kit would have been glad to know Troy was as diligent as he was about Sam getting her rest right now. Of course, his little brother knew about the dangers of a fae pregnancy as much as he did, so it made sense. They both cared about the red haired fae and wanted nothing but the best for her and the child. Kit would never doubt that, even before he got to see Troy with Sam. Meanwhile, Troy was amused when she told him he sounded just like his brother. He laughed. "Sounds just like him. Poor guy is a worrier, but he's also great at taking care of people. I always liked having him around when I had a cold." He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief, just enough to let her know that he definitely milked it for all it was worth during the times he was sick.
She went on to say Kit might end up paying someone to carry her around and Troy snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, I doubt he'd do that. Believe it or not, my brother can be the jealous type. When he falls for someone, he falls hard, and since he's slightly insecure and never feels like he deserves the person he's with, he eyeballs every other man who even thinks about touching what's his." He raised a brow to emphasize, sure that bit of news might surprise her. He nodded along when she said it was better that she could feel her baby and know that she was alright. "Sounds like you two will be close as thieves." A soft smile pulled at his lips.
She teased him about his My Little Pony character, asking if it was the wings and he laughed with a nod. "It's totally the wings. What's not to like about wings?" He grinned. She said she could create something for Tenley and he smiled. "I'm sure she'd love whatever you make, whenever you can make it. No rush."
By the time they made it to the apartment, Troy was relaxed and almost forgotten why he needed to be nervous, up until Kit was standing before him looking just as dumbfounded as he felt. Kit found himself wondering if Troy could feel the pull Sam had on his emotions. He felt a little better about her being there, since she seemed to have a good effect on his little brother. It was easy once he saw them together to see the chemistry. Troy was different with her. She reached out to touch his arm and it was hard to hold himself together but Kit knew his brother needed it. He could tell he shocked Sam when he mentioned the kidnapping and he hated to think of taking her back down memory lane with his story, but he also knew she'd want to hear it.
As they moved to sit, Kit noted the way Sam's hand moved from Troy's arm to his back and he felt his own hands clench a little, but he had to remind himself that she was probably still working on his stress, keeping him calm. Once they sat down, she reached out to take his hand though and all was right with the world again. When his blue eyes met hers, there was a spark in the air but he had to remind himself that Troy was here and there was more important things to take care of first. Then he could have Sam all to himself again. She leaned in to kiss him anyway, though, as if she was thinking the same thing. He leaned into the kiss and closed his eyes, savoring the sweet taste of her lips. There was truly nothing like it. When he pulled back, there was a dreamy smile on his face and only the throat clearing of Troy made it obvious once again that they weren't alone.
He was at least happy to see Troy didn't look mad or upset. If anything, there was a mixture of amusement and something like happiness in his brother's hazel eyes as he watched the two of them. When Sam asked who took him, he took a breath and looked between her and Troy. "A coven of witches. Small group, five of them when they first took me. They put a spell on the hotel to put the staff members and guests asleep. They knew there was two fae staying there. Guess they'd hacked into the system and knew what to look for. Maybe had some kind of tracer on the hotel rooms to know when a certain kind of magic was present." He shrugged. "Anyway, they sensed what I was when I went into the lobby and set a trap spell that paralyzed me so I couldn't call for help or use my power."
He would have gone on but he caught the tension in Sam's hand that was still holding his and looked at her, sensing she needed something. At her soft question, he gave a soft smile, squeezed her hand, and nodded. "Yes, it's safe. No one's coming after me, I promise." Bringing her hand up, he lightly brushed his lips across her knuckles, hoping to assure her with his eyes before he lowered their clasped hands and went on. Troy was still silently listening, leaning in as he waited for the rest. He didn't look upset anymore. If anything, he looked mad, and Kit had to believe that was toward the witches who took him. They were the ones responsible for the time lost, for the distance between the two brothers now. Kit was mad, too. But at least he'd had the chance to get revenge. Now he could save Troy the anger by telling him how he ended it.
"They bagged my head and took me to some dank warehouse somewhere that smelled of moldy food and paprika, of all things. That was one of the many places they kept me throughout the years they had me. They were always moving, and they always bagged my head to keep me from knowing where we were. They kept special ropes on me that turned off my magic so others wouldn't sense me." Troy narrowed his eyes in anger so Kit met his eyes.
"Why did they take you?" His little brother asked. Kit grimaced, knowing he wouldn't like the next part. His eyes cut to Sam for a second, knowing she wouldn't like it either. "Seems they wanted the taste of immortality and had been doing some dark magic research. A certain spell requires fae blood. I overheard them say they usually drain the victim and essentially kill them but luckily for me, they decided to try something new by the time they took me. Instead of only getting a one time use, they wanted to see if they could keep one alive and continue the spell as needed..." He let his voice trail off for a minute as he searched their expressions, wanting to let that sink in before he continued the story.