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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

and here i am stuck in the middle with you101.176.142.253Posted On November 10, 2017 at 1:40 PM by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch


He could hardly help that roll of his eyes that came with Damon’s assurance that control was something he had to learn for himself. That he wasn’t going to be able to make changes until he wanted to make them. He’d been trying hadn’t he? How hard did he have to keep trying? Didn’t this all just get easier at some point? Wasn’t he going to wake up one night and just not be hungry? Sebastian never acted like he was all that hungry, well, at least not until Arlo fed on him. Damon sure as hell didn’t have to hang on to a wall to stop himself lunging at people. Although really Arlo would have been interested to know if Damon ever stopped himself lunging at people. The guy kinda seemed to be a bit unpredictable as far as he was concerned. Not uncontrolled, nah, he had a lot of control Arlo was sure, just….volatile and not really at all afraid to say it exactly how it was. That was respectable he supposed. Mostly. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure Damon wasn’t going to pull his head off his shoulders the moment he got tired of talking to him.

“You sound like my Maker.”

Patrick had been big on that too. The ‘you can only change if you want to spiel’. Arlo rather sure he’d wanted to from the moment he’d been a vampire and yet it didn’t exactly seem to work. Maybe it was slightly unrealistic to expect some sort of magical mystery cure to wanting to drink blood and stop his raging emotional instability but he could hope couldn’t he? That waitress returning to fill up that glass again. Was she just going to keep doing that? How much was this costing? Was he going to have to pay for this? Arlo eyed that drink almost critically and yet really it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Maybe he could just drink this one slowly. God it had been years since he’d been really hammered, how much of this would it take to get to that stage? Probably a lot. He’d been a notorious drinker as a human, his vampire body even more capable of taking that abuse. Maybe he’d have to ask Damon if vampires could even get drunk.

That conversation shifted ever so briefly, Arlo making some case against why he shouldn’t be asked to join the coven. The man largely sure his ability not to maul most of Damon’s group members was decidedly small and really it was only fair to warn the guy right? It was that consideration of that blood however that seemed to prompt that tale off just how good Sebastian’s blood was. Whoever Seb was feeding off was like the holy grail of blood and yet it wasn’t just them, something uniquely….Sebastian attributed to it as well. Damon’s sudden query as to whether that Englishman he mentioned happened to be named Sebastian seeing that quizzical look find the other vampire then. Arlo pausing slightly before suddenly shaking his head.

“No, that wasn’t his name. The guy I met was named Phillip.”

It was a blatantly lie- one that fell almost flawlessly from his lips. Arlo not even sure why he lied exactly and yet some part of him was simply….unwilling to share that food source with Damon, even if the other vampire was hardly interested in drinking Sebastian’s blood. Besides, Sebastian probably didn’t want it getting around that he was a willing victim for Arlo either. Maybe it was better that was kept a secret and yet how that thought of that blood tugged at his memory still. It was so entirely perfect. That hunger flaring within him then. That lesser known affinity coming to life with it. Arlo unknowingly seizing control of that entire room without and true realization of it at all. The moment his control was grasped that power seeming to shut off along with it. That bouncer sent hurling to the floor as the door unlocked of its own accord. That manager offering apologies before hurrying to return that music. That song seeing Arlo grin before that mention of a more important question saw his attention return to Damon in full. Hijacked the club? Arlo’s own blue gaze turned to glance around that room then. It seemed normal. What did Damon mean by hijacked? That surprise on his face then.

“Huh? I didn’t do anything.”

He was sure he hadn’t. Arlo oblivious to his own powers or the true extent of them. No one, until Damon, truly having taken an interest in what Arlo was capable off. That offer to help him met with that almost wary look once more as he sipped at that bourbon again.

“You want to help me? How exactly would you help me, bud?”





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