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 October 24, 2015 by Damon
West


I used to be a different person, a different vampire. There was a time when I lived for the pain I could cause in the human race, when torture was my greatest hobby and most fulfilling distraction from the boring ebb of everyday existance. I learned to love what I am over time but it took a lot of time figuring out what I was good at to get there. There was a time when I despised the fact that I didn't get a choice, that I was shot instead of turned and that it was just luck that I had my girlfriend's blood in my system to make me into this immortal being. And then my brother decided he didn't want to spend eternity alone so he made me drink, made me survive, for his sake, not my own. I loathed my brother for years for making that decision for me.

So when we went our separate ways, I had to find a way to live with my choices, a way to live with what I am. And so I chose to become the monster everyone painted us as, the nightmare to fear. I slaughtered without care and when hunters came, I drank from their still beating hearts and made the rest watch. I killed without regret and tortured without mercy.

Over time I learned to be more discreet, to call less attention to myself while still getting what I need. I became business smart and learned to create ties and allies. When I came to Sacrosanct, I built on that to reach out to others of my kind and I found where the opportunities were. I found Isolt at a rock concert of all things while she was still human and something about her drew me in even then. To find her later as a vampire walking the streets at night...it was eye opening. She quickly became important to me and more than that, she became a reason to be something other than what I've always been.

I've become fiercely protective of my red headed vampire and the sky will rain tears of blood the day someone thinks to lay a hand on her. I didn't think tonight would be any different than the rest but it seems I was wrong. I find myself in the west side of town, easily toeing the lines of Tobias' pack lines. I have nothing against the weres here and if anything, I consider Tobias a friend. His alpha on the other hand...let's just say I have no reason to like Tetradore but then I do have reasons to dislike him. His interest in my girlfriend, for instance.

I'm walking between the abandoned warehouses when a blood curdling scream stops me in my tracks. I would recognize that voice anywhere, even as unrecognizable as it becomes in that agonizing tone. Every muscle coils like a snake and my hands clench into fists. The lamp lights overhead burst in the sudden energy that I draw unto myself, like a gaint wave pulling in a current before it creates a tsunami. That only difference is I'm more like a walking bomb. My fangs extend, lips curling back as I find the nearest door and slam my shoulder through it. On silent but fast lean legs, I race downt hes tairs, following her scent like a trained bloodhound because when it comes to her, I could find her anywhere.

When I burst through the thick metal door, I catch the blonde's last words. "No, no, I insist. FUCK YOU." I throw my hand out and like a giant wall brought into life, I fling the energy from all the lights in Sacrosanct at her full force, enough to push her up against the opposite wall, maybe even through it, a giant pulse of kinetic energy. I'm pissed, to say the least. I step further into the room without delay, my hand reaching out to wrap around Isolt's wrist and pull her to her feet, gently despite the fierce energy flowing through my body right now. Even as I haul her up, I pull her behind my body as a shield, my eyes never leaving the blonde as I take my shirt off and hand it over my shoulder to her, expecting her to cover her mutilated flesh while I step even closer to the other.

"You, my dear girl, have fucked up royally tonight. You messed with the wrong damn vampire. I've got almost a century on your little ass and you just so happened to toy with something that doesn't belong to you." My hand reaches out for her throat, aiming to squeeze tight before I would fling her against the wall, using another wave of energy to hold her to the floor while I squat over her. I reach down, aiming to grab a handful of hair and snatch her hair back to look into her gray eyes. Even as I stare intently into her eyes, I grab a chain in my other hand and wrap it around my knuckles. "You know, I was raised never to hit a woman. You on the other hand, I'm not sure you ARE a woman." With that, I bring my fist down to slam into her cheek, again and again until the blood starts to fly.

Only then do I stand, going to wrap the chain around her ankles as I start to drag her along the floor, throwing the other end over a beam in the ceiling before hauling her up off the ground. I can't even bring myself to look at Isolt because to see what this vampire has done to her would only make me kill her now and I won't give her that release. I can't remember the last time I've felt such rage. I pick up the knife, still coated in Isolt's blood, turning it over and over in my hand as I turn to look back at the blonde. "You dared to feed from her but I don't want that trash on my tongue. Doesn't mean the floor isn't thirsty though." With that, I haul the knife around to slit her wrists, wanting to cut both for good measure. I know it won't kill her and if anything, her skin will heal long before she finishes draining so I continue to make cuts along her body, re-cutting every time I notice one healing.

I don't ask for surrender or pleas; I'd just ignore them if she offered anyway and I don't expect her to be that type. Oh no, if anything, she'll probably just laugh in my face and pretend this is all just fun and games. I've played this game before many times in my undead existance. The wait is only half the fun. I know the more I bleed her, the weaker she'll get and that's when I'll catch her gaze and hold it. You see, we have almost the same gift, that of the mind. The same way that she can get into Isolt's mind to manipulate it, so can I get into hers and making a victim weaker only makes the chances that much greater. I'll push and push until I know I've met with success and then I'll wipe her memories, of this night, of Isolt, of me, of herself. I'll dig deeper than anyone's ever dug before. I'll leave her as a mystery to her own self. I won't even leave her a name to call herself by. She won't know her sister, won't even know she has one. I'll take away everything that's ever been dear to her. Memories are precious and I'll take all of that away from her.

Only then will I step back to admire my handiwork. "She is MINE. She was never yours."

OOC: I was invited into this thread so I hope no one minds and I've tried to word everything so it was never a given that anything was a success, no powerplaying or anything like that. Feel free to react accordingly and let's keep this fun (:


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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