East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

and on his lips a whispered name


Posted on June 21, 2016 by MALEK
East
i hear the footsteps inside of me
Malek had wandered his apartment for hours. There were days where he missed the sun but he couldn't remember what the warmth felt like on his cool skin. The vampire would rather not remember the burning sensations of his skin when he got too bored and decided it would be fun to test his limits. "Finally!" he grumbles to himself as he feels the sun sink beyond the horizon. Snatching a tan jacket from the back of his chair, he slings it onto his body without buttoning it, his white t-shirt loose against his frame beneath it.

Today, the vampire had styled his hair up into a sort of half man bun; half up and half down. The things he learned to do in this immortal life of his. Storming out the door, he slams it behind him and slinks onto the street. He was ready to find some sort of entertainment for the night. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he strolls down the street whistling a tuneless tune drawing the attention of several onlookers.

He was waiting to find someone to play with tonight so Malek doesn't strengthen his power, instead he just draws the looks of men and women alike to gaze at him starry eyed as he passes on by. No one approaches him and he's thankful that he has the air of a man on a missions. The vampire casually follows the crowd and halts his whistling. He can see several lanterns begin to rise in the distant and a small smile tugs at his lips. Altering his direction, he crosses the street and finds himself walking beneath an arch and into Chinatown.

The interesting things humans do.

Malek wasn't certain what exactly this celebration was, but it eased his boredom, if only but momentarily. Making his way farther through the crowd, his eyes lock onto a woman who is clearly lost in her own little world. Ah, but it wasn't just any woman, it was a fellow vampire. The first he had seen in this city, though he knew a coven was run somewhere in this area. He had been a part of many covens in his long life but he ultimately enjoyed wandering alone, only because having people fawn over him could get tiring rather quickly.

Curiosity pulsed through him as he eyes her and suddenly his mind is made up. It had been years since he had toyed with a fellow vampire. Strutting out in front of her path, Malek rounds on her and gives his most dashing smile, fangs an all, "Hello, beau-," he's interrupted by the girl slamming into his chest. Staggering back a step, he widens his eyes at the vampire in the black dress on the ground before him. Rubbing his chest, as if it had hurt, he recovers quickly and drops to a crouch, extending a hand.

Letting his power increase ever so slightly, he can feel her breathing quicken and he flashes a knowing smile, "You pack quite the punch there, my dear," his old English accent rolling off his tongue. "Forgive me for standing in your way, have I made you late?" he asks, his hazel eyes searching her face. Malek's hand dwarfs the woman's as he grasps it delicately and hauls her to her feet. Instead of releasing her, he brings her hand up to his lips, turns it ever and places a kiss on her palm.

"And what is your name, my beautiful little vampire?" he murmurs in her hand, eyes flashing through long lashes, beard tickling her small hand.
for raelah, love strells

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