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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
Even before I was turned, I was never a gentle lover. My conquests often described me as passionate, feral, unpredictable. At least that's what I heard behind closed doors. I was always good at eavesdropping cause Lord knows girls love to gossip, especially about those they share beds with, apparently. You could say becoming an undead creature of the night only deepened my passion for dominating and owning another creature. But with Isolt, it's something different. It's primal instinct but it's also....patient. I don't know how to describe it but I certainly wouldn't stop just to ask permission to continue. I've never asked for permission. I simply take and so far I've never been told no. I know how to read the signals, after all. Of course Isolt has that way of surprising me and just as I'm sure she meant to get me wound up with the luscious pillow of her lips that I love to taste, that doesn't mean that she wants more from it. And so I pause to gaze into her sky blue eyes and ask in my silent way, what does she want from this? Even before I left, we never got so far as the official act. And so to think I can return and simply ask for forgiveness then see her at her most vulnerable...it seems almost selfish. And that thought in itself proves how she changes me for I would never think of that with anyone else. Selfish is my middle name on most occasions. She looks into my eyes and I'm the one left helpless to guess at what she's thinking. As she starts to pull away, I prepare myself for disappointment, for knowing I'll be leaving here unsatisfied and oh so wound up. But as she steps back, her gaze never leaves mine and I'm captivated as always. Then I feel the soft tug of my shirt and before I know it, cool air hits my skin as she tears my shirt right down the middle. Before I know it, my lips tug into an amused grin and my brows arch up in surprise at her boldness. She gives a smile and chews at her bottom lip and I feel myself coming undone. I reach to her shoulder, the back of my fingers caressing up her arm slowly, fingers sliding like silk across her skin before I reach where the collar meets the shoulder. I grip the fabric in my hand, gently parting it from the alabaster surface of her shoulder so that my lips can brush across the velvety softness that lies beneath it. I continue to slide the fabric down her arm, my other hand following suit as I simply stretch her clothing enough to push it down her body. My hands caress her skin, no limits in sight as I start to memorize every inch of her that I can see. My eyes devour her beauty, my breathing short and shallow as I run my finger under her chin with a gentle smile and pull her lips to mine once more for a softer, sweeter kiss this time. My lips move from her lips to her jaw, following the sleek line of the bone down to her neck where I leave soft kisses all the way back down to her collarbone. My hands worship her, massaging and caressing everywhere, leaving no inch of skin untouched, uncherished. She is my altar and I am here to worship. Who cares that we're in the office of a pub. |