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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

spinning scissors like a pistol..64.229.3.253Posted On March 26, 2017 at 8:30 AM by Petra Ambrose



The woman vampire listens to his words almost lackadaisical attentiveness, like a lion watches the world go about their daily business as she bathes in the warm golden sun. For now she is not a threat, simply tuning out the bar and conversing with this stranger. It was an odd scenario, two unlikely creatures, despite their same species could play cordial, despite their vast differences in views. His laughter bellows cutting through the dense atmosphere of the bar, it was a sound she was unaccustomed to bring out. You see, this little temptress had a tendency to bring out the worst in people.

Her mind was a like an intricate web of her own design and she was the black widow carefully constructing it to trap her victims. But there is something else different about her, besides her fine-tuned hunting. She is a fickle creature, a hard one place if trying to figure her out. She is simply an enigma, forever to wander this world with nothing driving her but her own desires, changing her mind as quickly as changing her clothes. It was a shallow existence, nearly meaningless, but for now it suited her just fine.

He claimed the blood lust did not rule him, in truth, at this very moment he seemed more interested in the drink. Low and behold, everyone is a slave to something whether they realise it yet or not. But she found him amusing for the time being, the way he leans into her his eyes watching her as if trying to search for clues. “I would certainly hope not. Being controlled by bloodlust is rather unimaginative and should be reserved for children.” Baby vampires if you will are driven mad by anything that looks red, the scent of blood sent them into an uncontrollable frenzy.

She paused, poised and thoughtful then. She wondered if he knew better then to believe that humans and monsters could truly co-exist. There would always be a force to wedge between them with only a flimsy line of peace at best, separating them from all out war and undying hatred. Humans couldn’t even abolish racism, how in the hell are they to accept another species that is so vastly different and feeds off them. Was he truly that hopeful, or was he naïve?

“Ah, but it is not so black and white. That is the problem with so many, supernatural and human alike. They lack imagination. They see in shades of grey. Fear does not simply lie within a name of what we are, it is earned. I don’t expect to be feared for merely what I am, even though we are so very exposed in this proverbial spotlight. Many of us.. are highly underestimated. Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug. “Fine by me. But this whole illusion of coexisting is merely a façade.” A small smile grows upon her face, a hint to something more sinister beneath her porcelain flesh. This fake sense of peace would bend and eventually shatter as shit would eventually hit the proverbial fan. “Just you watch, when that politician messes up and they always do. The first thing that will get thrown around is the ‘v’ word.” She is positive that he knows of the religious nut jobs that will lie in wait to use the ‘satan is among us’ card. All they need is a little scent of fear and they will all go running.
More interesting prey, now what on this earth that mean? It was quite true that anyone could be a victim. It did not matter if it was human or vampire or anything else under her spell. “Now you do have me curious, what would you consider challenging?” She leans closer, truly curious, studying his features with perfect monotony.

“Maybe..” She replied nonchalantly. “In case you get hungry.” Her nightingale voice seemed to sing. He didn’t need to know the little brown rat wasn’t real and that it was only a figment. But the trick of it was her illusions are different, created within the fabric of this world. In truth, they were as real as she wanted them to be, at least until they were gone. Gone as quickly as they had come. They could be touched, they could be felt, and they could harm, or at least feel that way. Better yet, they could overwhelm your mind and body and shatter a man if she so desired it. All it took was the right amount of pressure and imagination.

He offered her his name and she tastes it upon her tongue as she had the whiskey, which still lingered there. “Malek.. I am Petra.”




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