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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
;; the taste is sweet as honey50.125.74.154Posted On March 29, 2017 at 8:35 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellingtonfor pleasure seldom has a cure


It was, perhaps, entirely unexpected for Sebastian to find himself sympathizing with another of his kind, much less, in turn, to consider himself willing to give up that blood he himself had so hours before worked with such meticulous care to achieve. Did he truly want to spend the rest of his evening attempting to find another soul upon those cold, wet streets? His chances of success decreasing with every hour he spared upon his fellow kind. However, it was no secret that the fellow before him was young by all standards, scarcely able to control himself or, perhaps, that 'a while' was more akin to weeks then mere days with the fashion in which he'd so eagerly tackled the Englishman but moments prior. He would hardly be able to forgive himself if he left Arlo to his own devices and the man went off and murdered another innocent soul when he could have so stopped him. Though his companion was unaware of the intensity of that stare, Sebastian himself was not. After all, he knew he held much the same habit when Dorian walked into even the same room as him, though only part of it was due to that call of the blood that ran through that Italian King's veins. It was...peculiar really, to have someone stare at him with that same intensity and yet...Sebastian almost found himself…liking it all the same.

It was with that in mind that coaxed those words from his lips, reassuring the fellow that gentleness was hardly a necessity for what he was considering allowing Arlo to do to him. It was that singular repetition of that one term of endearment that saw his crystalline blue eyes flicker upwards, "Hm?" He inquired, not entirely aware of that caution that such a simple habitual phrase coaxed within Arlo. Inquisitively, his gaze settled upon the man before him and yet, Sebastian was content to simply watch the fellow before him as he so came to terms with that which the vampire was willing to offer in return. Still, there was some measure of concern that existed within the Englishman, one in which he inquired after not but moment's later. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at that number he was given, his lips pressing but briefly together in the process. "Well that's not very reassuring."He muttered under his breath, a soft sigh leaving his lips before his hand reached up to run through his locks. Was he really going to do this? Was he really considering it? And yet, if he was, he could hardly help but to wonder...if he smelled so delectable to Arlo - what did Arlo taste like in return?

He stepped forward, his hand reaching up for the vampire's neck in a touch that was wholly firm. That flash of fangs in warning was wholly ignored as Sebastian leaned forward, letting just one of those sharpened teeth touch the man's skin, drawing forth the smallest droplet of blood - just enough to be given a taste. He was well aware of the fashion in which Arlo's body seemed to flinch at the touch of his own teeth, that simple reaction alone so managing to amuse him all the same as he leaned back, releasing his grip upon the man only to offer a small sound in response to his decidedly peculiar action. Then again, how often did vampires attempt to taste the soul who so fed off of them? His bright blue eyes but briefly met those like colored ones of Arlo's own before Sebastian turned on his heels, gesturing for his companion to follow him, all the whilst failing to offer the man any telling sign of his own thoughts on the fellow's blood.

He led them away from that main street and towards those side walkways, his gaze only briefly shifting over his shoulder at the fellow behind him as the man prattled on about his own particular venom. A warm simper crossed his features and yet, Sebastian did little else then to offer his companion a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Don't all of our bites?" He inquired simply enough, though, he supposed he never truly socialized with his own kind to know if such was true. Still, he had little intention of sitting where they were going. The trash bins would perhaps be the only 'furniture' down whatever alleyway they ended up within and the vampire altogether refused to sit on them. Rather, Sebastian remained silent as he led Arlo down several additional turns before, finally, finding a place he deemed acceptable for the intimacy that this was for him. "You better not take off, you made a deal." He stated, finally turning to face the fellow with a certain tone of resoluteness in his foreign accent. After all, if he was giving Arlo his very blood, he expected the man to hold up his end of the bargain.

He watched as Arlo's jaw clenched in clear want and yet, those begging tones bought little more than a chuckle as he stepped back and towards the brick wall of that alleyway. "We are here. I simply preferred for such a thing to not occur within the full view of the public's eye." He offered as way of an explanation, his pale slender fingers reached up to undo the top button of his shirt, followed by the second and, in turn the third. It was only there he stopped. He reached up to push the left side of his shirt to the side, revealing just the top of his shoulder and, in turn, providing the vampire with unhindered access to that slope of his neck. It was all too easy to turn his head ever so slightly to the side, all too aware of the way in which that simple action stretched that skin of his throat, further ensuring that feeding was relatively easy. God, there was a good chance he was going to regret this.



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