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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

please wrap your drunken arms around me72.168.177.180Posted On May 19, 2017 at 7:43 PM by Damon Marcello



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It was going to be an interesting night; he could tell already. Arlo was stubborn, probably just as stubborn as he was himself. He could tell each time he insulted him how irritated it got the younger vampire and yet he stayed stoic and silent through it all, like a misunderstood berated teenager. This was starting to feel distinctly like parenthood to Damon and yet thankfully he'd never had the misfortune of being a father. So maybe he could make this experience only last the one night and then Arlo could just a little wiser than when he found him. That was his hope anyway but the damn guy was stuck on showing him the other cheek instead of actually trying to pick something up. He knew that he came across as a know it all but he also knew most of what he said was from first hand experiences. Arlo wasn't the only survivor. He had learned when to cut and run too but he learned quickly that he didn't want to be like that forever. He wanted to be in charge of his own fate.

It seemed he got under the younger vampire's skin, and he loved every minute of it. The more he pushed him, the more he got to watch Arlo's jaw clench. He was probably cursing him up and down inside his head but didn't want to voice it out loud. Such a restricted life, being careful about what you say. Such a boring life. He was never one to go easy on someone or tell them what they wanted to hear. He was much more used to being called an asshole and having drinks thrown in his face because he was honest, if nothing else. At least most of the time. He was known as being brutally honest if nothing else. His own mother wasn't a coddler by any means so maybe that was where he got it from. That and his father was no teddy bear either. He was the one who had pushed Damon into joining the army when he was only 17, all to make him into a man. Damon only did it to get further away so his dad couldn't burn his cigars on his arm anymore in punishment for made up crap he didn't do in the first place.

He only chuckled at Arlo's comment about taking his time in killing him. He shook his head, making a "tsk tsk" noise.

"I think we both already know I'm not going to kill you. You're barely scraping by so don't go asking for an Oscar in Survival 101."

He had an unnerving dominance streak that ran through him and had for a long time. Maybe he preyed off the idea that Arlo was more submissive in nature but he certainly wasn't looking for a fanboy or anything out of this encounter. If anything, he was doing the guy a favor, even if he couldn't see it. He didn't care at all that Arlo had the backbone to tell him to shut up or that he was reaching pathetically for him like a drowning rat reaching for a log to float on. At the vampire didn't put up too much of a fight when they met eyes. He gave into Damon's power all too easily, shaking his hand then following him to his car. He chuckled and shook his head with a sniff when Arlo said he accepted cash.

"And what would you do with money? Buy a blood cocktail?"

He raised a brow, wondering what the vampire would do with money. Didn't he know that this existence opened up so many possibilities? Money wasn't so important anymore and there were so many more ways to get it than begging. As they walked to the car, DAmon found it all too easy to manipulate the energy flowing through the engine and get it cranked to life. He could see the look in Arlo's eyes and he grinned as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Rich doesn't even begin to cover it. If you embrace what you are, the possibilities are endless."

He says with a micheveous twinkle in his eyes. As Arlo climbed into the passenger seat, he smoothly glided away from the curb and into traffic, the car maneuvering like it was on a preset track. It helped to have supernatural reflexes. He patiently let Arlo look around the car, always okay with someone appreciating the beauty of this machine. He never could thank Isolt enough for giving him this gift. At the other vampire's sudden question about Isolt, he raised a brow at him before shaking his head.

"No, I'm not with the mafia. Let's just say I'm used to getting what I want. It helps that I'm not afraid to fight for it, either."

He said with a smirk. The guy seemed to get more stressed as time wore on. Didn't he know how to relax? Next he was asking about killing and Damon snorted.

"Well since you seem so averted to it, no, we're not killing anyone. Has anyone ever taught you how to feel the heartbeat? How to tell when a human's life is being snuffed out?"




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