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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    8 residents

    Anacosta Heights

    Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve Thorn
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    Dupont Circle

    3 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they feature back yards, porches, garages and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Johnathan HolmesKatherine DorsetGia Jones
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    Hawethorn Village

    4 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three story townhouses, often with a one to two car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    8 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
;; dancing with this chemical attraction50.125.74.154Posted On March 26, 2017 at 1:23 AM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellingtonfor pleasure seldom has a cure


Those red ribbons had become quite an unexpected lifeline for the vampire, saving him in ways he'd never anticipated. He stepped backwards into the man's chest, shoving his clenched fist upwards and into the creature's mouth. He could feel the man's teeth attempt to pierce those red ribbons and yet, thankfully, the ribbons held true for him. He could feel the force behind that bite, his teeth scraping against anything he could possibly find purchase on. Sebastian flinched ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrowing and yet, that vampire seemed all too eager to continue that vicious biting, utilizing even those bottom canines in a desperate attempt to find some sort of weak point. Thank god he'd had the insight to fully wrap his fist entirely with those ribbons of fate. For several moments, Sebastian allowed his hand to be utilized as something akin to a chew toy for the younger, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as those seconds turned to minutes. He glanced upwards at the vampire and yet, Sebastian hardly moved away from the man, after all, he knew those instincts all too well. He knew this singular moment all too well. Sebastian remained eternally patient, simply waiting for that reality to come crushing back to the younger vampire.

Slowly, that gnawing began to cease, that frustration clearly lining the man's features, all too noticeable by the Englishman before, eventually, his hand was released entirely. Those threads fell away with in seconds, disappearing into oblivion as if they had never existed at all within the first place. Gingerly, he took that hand into his other, massaging the joints and muscles where his new found companion's teeth had so attempted to pierce. Though those threads had stopped the vampire from breaking flesh, the sheer force alone had certainly left its fair share of discoloration upon his flesh, even if his body was rapidly working to restore those cells back to their state of perfection. That whimper caused those bright blue eyes to shift upwards and yet, softly, Sebastian found himself inquiring exactly how long it had been since the fellow had eaten. It was all too clear to him that the man was young, that control decidedly lacking. The attack had been void of the same grace and confidence that so often afflicted those of at least his own age. He could hardly help the sympathy that stirred within him - if only from those horrific memories he'd held of his own first few years alone in the world without an idea of how to handle that hunger that so constantly gnawed at his stomach. Still, even he, in that haze of need, had never tried to feed on another of his kind quite like this.

That confirmation that it had been quite some time hardly surprised the elder vampire and yet, he was hardly quite so willing to play victim nearly as easily as this. Sebastian stumbled a step backwards as the vampire disappeared behind him, instead appearing quite as abruptly in front of him, with his arms still crossed over his chest in a pouting fashion that would, almost, be endearing if he had not previously tried to take a chunk of flesh from the Englishman's hand. He was well aware of those still predatory aspects to the creature's body from the narrowed, focused gaze to that near tense frigidity of his figure. That hunger was running rampant within the fellow and, quite quickly, Sebastian found himself offering his assistance in finding the man someone that surely would be more palatable than his own blood. His eyebrows rose inquisitively at that terse declaration that his companion didn't eat humans and yet, the vampire scarcely judged him on it. Instead, his head merely tilted to the side in a display of inquisitiveness. He'd never before met a vampire so willing to prey upon their own kind. Though he'd certainly heard of it...that he might have a preference for that blood running through his veins instead of the hot rushing ones of mortal skin certainly was...astounding. Still, Sebastian himself had quickly found his own liking for fae blood - he supposed he was hardly one to be a critic.

His thoughts shifted ever so slightly as that desperation so clearly hung within the man's lyrics and yet, Sebastian himself was still wholly taken back. His lips parted and yet, no syllable left them as he found himself contemplating this very thing. He watched as the fellow vampire's fingertips brushed through his hair, that sigh entirely heard and yet, Sebastian remained wholly attentive through that offer he was provided. In truth, he was hardly oblivious to the fact that he himself gained very little from that exchange of blood. Rather, he would still walk away with blood in his veins, holes in his skin, and spending too much time in the rain for his preference. Still, in spite of all of this, he found himself replying all the same. " You don't have to be gentle with me, love. I'm not touchy about it." And oh how very true those words were. Hell, the vampire's neck itself was decidedly…sensitive, a fact his lover had often taken to exploiting and yet, there was a part of him that had come to the conclusion that if he was going to donate his blood to another of his kind, he should at least be able to enjoy the process in some fashion...shouldn't he?

It was that simple utterance of how good he smelled that caused him to pause, that very sentiment altogether strikingly familiar for the vampire. God he knew that feeling. How fucking delicious Dorian smelled and how eager he always was to pierce the man's flesh and partake in that utterly delectable, sweet blood. He knew how tantalizing that smell was, enough to make him salivate when he hadn't eaten in several days, enough to cause his gaze to constantly follow the man around with that look then even his lover had started to be able to recognize. Still - to be told that he smelled like that was...well...a decidedly peculiar feeling. He could only just imagine how Dorian himself had felt the first time those words had been uttered from his lips. "How good is your control when feeding? I don't want to be left a feral husk because you took too much." In fact, he was quite certain that if such should happen it'd be a vicious cycle of the vampires biting and, in turn, feeding off each other, in the end, leaving no quite satisfied. Still, there was, perhaps another aspect that Sebastian found all the more curious, one in which nearly demanded investigation even before he so willingly gave his undead life into the hands of another.

"I wonder…" He muttered softly, his bright blue eyes so studiously watching the man in front of him before he stepped forward, his hand reaching out for Arlo's neck. His grip was hardly forceful by any means, more firm than aggressive and yet, slowly, Sebastian found himself leaning forward, his lips parting just at the base of his companion's neck only to let a single fang gingerly press against his flesh. Just enough to bring blood beeding to the surface. A small lick was all he provided his companion, choosing not to utilize any sort of venom what so ever as he simply tasted the fellow in front of him. After all, he was curious if the man who fed on vampires, in turn, tasted like one. Carefully, he stepped backwards, rolling that taste in his mouth before a rather soft, "Hm…" left his lips. He still tasted dead. That was….almost disappointing. He shook his head ever so slightly though Sebastian hardly voiced any sort of conclusion, instead, the vampire turned his back upon the man, gesturing slightly for Arlo to follow him as he moved away from that main street and into an alleyway between two buildings. The vampire hated those feedings being so public, preferring the darkness of dingy corners and seedy bars than any sort of main street viewing. If he was going to give himself for this stranger's benefit, it would quite clearly be on his own terms.



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