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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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 18, 2017 at 8:49 AM by Petra Ambrose



The bloom of night sent a familiar embrace to the woman that frequented these streets. Wandering the narrow corridors and the labyrinth like twists and turns it held. She has become quite familiar and astute, studying the city as she wandered the night, her very own concrete kingdom and personal hunting grounds. She was just about to round the corner, no doubt to lure her victims to her, down a narrow seemingly abandoned alley way, dimly lit and perfectly tucked away for her nefarious deeds to take black. She had a scene planned out perfectly, the illusion of a lost dog just barely formed within her mind before the image is abruptly lost with a loud thud. A strange Englishman collided into her; irritation flitted across her porcelain features. ‘Fool’ her mind seethed, perfectly ready to educate the poor English sod that chose this very moment to crash land into her. The force of it almost sent her flying into a brick wall, she is almost feline like the way she catches her own footing.

The distinct prickle of the supernatural danced upon her skin like an electrical current, her pale hypnotic gaze finds its mark, the man who so rudely crashed into her. He seemed oddly in some kind of rush. The words of forgiveness barely left his lips before they half fell to the ground like a lifeless sac of meat as he met her gaze. First, she had met a vampire who didn’t drink human blood and now, a clumsy vampire. Sacrosanct surely had an eclectic mix of creatures, never before has she come across such odd quirks in the undead. Her gaze honed in upon the English vampire, bringing her body to whirl to face his direction, a hand placed upon her hip, poised and perfect. Venomous words form at her tongue, her face expressionless and perfect despite her eyes that flickered with the annoyance, narrowing as if stifling him from breath. “Careful where you tread.” She warns with promise of unpleasantness coming his way.

The power blossomed from her, radiating like a tidal wave to crash upon him like a relentless gigantean god’s fist only to pummel him to the concrete. She would make him grovel. She hardly noticed the man’s flick of wrist, as he stood in such close proximity. Suddenly and quickly he dares to snatch her hand in his and this only makes her more venomous. “How.. dare.. you..” The enunciated words fall with white hot rage from her perfectly full crimson lips, the tips of her fangs are revealed in displeasure.

Her face pulls into a frown, her carefully emotionless mask beginning to crumble from her searing anger. There was a flash of a red thread that was gone just as fast, as though it were an illusion. She yanks her hand away, lighting quick as he begins to find himself surrounded by large venomous snakes that only he could see. She chose to focus her illusions on him and him alone. When suddenly, something all to unexpected rushed through her and the irate tension that flooded her simply ebbed just outside from her grasps as quickly as it had come. The snakes drift away with that anger, as if melting into reality.

The raven haired vampire’s expression altered, no longer shaped into that flawless etched frown but something more soft and subtle. Something more akin to her face when she was mortal. H suddenly felt familiar, filling her with a warmth and genuine comfort she has not felt in such a very long time. How could she feel such a feeling? How could she feel such a wealth of emotion and adoration for a complete stranger she had yet to know? Oh but she wanted to know him.. No, she HAD to know him.

“I almost harmed you..” Disbelief entered her voice, her eyes widened in the shock that she would actually harm him. She would do a lot to him, she would find a way to make him hers but she wouldn’t harm him out of rage. No never, she wouldn’t even dream of it. He was her version of perfection and she had never encountered a man like him before. How had she not notice it before when he crashed into her light a freight train. “I would never..” Her words were cut short from a booming sadistic laughter drifting to her ears, catching a glimpse of the frown that formed on the other vampire’s features. What had caused that look upon her face? It wasn’t her was it? She would eliminate it, she decided, no promised.

When she realised his gaze was focused elsewhere, she knew it was something else altogether that brought upon that look. She was ready to whirl and face his demons right here and now. She just barely caught sight of three men barreling down the sidewalk with murder in their eyes, she could instantly pin them as hunters. Soon to be dead hunters, she would string their corpses up for him to admire, a great masterpiece he would be sure to know that he was hers. Her momentum to face their enemies had been abruptly halted as his hand encircled her wrist, she does not resist his touch nor the sudden guiding her along down the softly lit backstreet. The same one she had planned on ensnaring a meal. It no longer felt important really. In truth, it faded into a distant memory as though it were another time, another life.

“Who are they?” She asked, concern within her tone her brisk pace keeping up with his, her feet within heels contested the quick pace upon the uneven ground. Petra ignored it, the rhythmic clicking echoing off the tall brick walls from the tall buildings parallel to them on either side. “Why do we run?” Her voice almost coos to him, she wanted a moment alone with him and she would kill those arrogant dark hunters for it. She wanted to know his name and everything else about him. She could take them all, she knew this resolutely, especially with him at her side. She was a demon in heels after all with the devil’s prowess at her fingertips.




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