West

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.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

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.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

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

Noah's Ark

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

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

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

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

My Own Form of CHAOS


Posted on May 20, 2014 by Damon
West


I take my shots one after the other, bright blues sweeping time and again to my charges making their voices known on the dance floor. They're feeling pretty good by this time, having had a couple drinks each that I don't mind getting for them like an errand boy cause I already know I'm going to get what I want tonight. My place is going to be a blood bath but if they're lucky, they'll leave there alive in the morning. I rarely kill my prey now a days. Humans are getting too rare in some places and I like to make repeat visits when I find something sweet enough for seconds. I have a feeling in a town like this, humans come and go all the time and some might check out permanently on a day to day basis. There's too much damn magic in this town if you ask me. Too many reasons to keep them away.

The club has a certain aura to it, like something straight out medieval times. It makes me wonder if the owner is a very old vampire or just a lover of antiques. The paintings are exquisite and I can even place myself at the scene of some of them. Being a veteran of the civil war helps me to know a lot of the landmarks that might show up in paintings. Plus I've traveled around a lot in my almost 200 years. I've been all over the world and still hungry for more. The world keeps changing and everytime I go somewhere, it looks like a whole new place from which I left. Sometimes it's refreshing. Other times it's just plain irritating.

I don't even feel a buzz coming on but then it's hard to get your blood boiling when you're used to being at a colder temperature than normal and the blood running through your veins isn't even yours. I guess that's why I find it hard to get drunk. The women in this club dress sultry but serious, not the usual trashy attire of most midnight clubs. It's almost like they only allow a certain look. Some make it known that they'll put out with slinky dresses that press teasingly up their thighs as they move while others choose a shirt that barely covers the bottom of their bosom. Everyone has their own taste, I suppose, but I'm not complaining. I keep a careful eye on my two, watching them continue to feel each other up while the men salivate and try to get close. I don't mind if they dance with other men, as long as they know who they're going home with and believe me, they know. I made sure of it with a little glamor before we even walked through that door.

I catch onto the scent of another vampire and turn my head, blue gaze snapping to the sexy woman in a black dress like a cat finding its catnip. She wears heels like she's very experienced in wearing them and probably doing naughty things with them as well. I tilt my head, watching her with curiosity as she looks at me and starts to approach. As she gets to the bar, I inhale her sweet aroma. She's an older vampire, probably much older than me and yet she still seems oh so alive. Some vampires seem to droop as the centuries go by, their movements more sluggish and their eyes more dull as if just the thought of living another day steals the blood from their veins. It's sickening really. Immortality is a gift not to be wasted.

The look in her eyes is tempting, like the look of a black widow luring in her prey. I continue to watch her, not minding that she knows I'm watching. She talks to the bartender who obediently serves her up some sweet smelling liquor from a locked cabinet. I raise a brow. That must be the top shelf stuff. I can smell the blood he pours into it and the magical scent of something else being added. Skepticism gleams in my gaze. I don't trust magic, never have. As she leans against the bar, I turn to face her more fully, willing to give her my full attention for the moment. I listen to her advice, a smooth but charming smirk etching across my lips as I lean forward, speaking in a conspiratory whisper.

"You would think that would concern me, but if anyone were to take them past a certain area unwillingly, you'll get quite the show as they slit their own throats with the knife stashed in a very blessed bra."

My eyes gleam with mischief now. I've got all the bases covered. They won't want to leave with anyone else unless I release them and they won't be dragged away without an end result. At her next comment, I chuckle lightly and lean back against the bar, fully relaxed, or so it would seem.

"Ah, but they are. Incredibly easy and incredibly tasty."

I lean a little closer, daring to let my lips brush the edge of her ear as I whisper silkily.

"I might just share if you ask nicely."

I pull back slowly, wanting to savor her reaction. I'm well aware that some vampires don't like to be challenged and react in anger but I'm willing to bet she's more of a cunning creature and she'll find another way to keep my interest. Why use brute strength when you can use seduction? That is my favorite tool, after all.


Damon Marcello


My Own Form of Chaos


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