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

City Creek Center

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.

Dark Hunter Department

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.

Inner Sanctum

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

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 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

Starlight Tower

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.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

Ain't life just awful strange


Posted on January 06, 2017 by Gia Jones
East


A new world hangs outside the window
Beautiful and strange
It must be I've fallen awake
I must be




The trio of dots that are housed in the little grey bubble keep appearing and disappearing on the illuminated screen of her phone. Leslie would type, stop, type again. After a minute of this, Buffy switched off the screen and shoved the device deep into the damp pocket of her jeans and exhaled slowly. "Fuck this." She said under her breathe, trying to get her prying sister out of her head.

She orders another beer and melts into the back of her bar stool. Her small shoulders hunch forward and her stringy legs jut out in opposite ways at her knees. She exhales slowly again and stares deeply into the dark beer for a while. Her mouth hangs open, just just an inch. She's breathing deeply -- or at least that's what she thinks she's doing -- hoping that the stupid suggestions from that therapist she saw a while ago could help her in this moment. The smallest things seemed to set her off lately. She was fine stabbing a wooden dagger into a living being's chest. She was focused and collected when she was doing recon on her assignments, sleuthing around at night undetected and alone. But here, in the comfort of a sticky and humid bar, surrounded by people, she was losing it.

The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat, fruity perfume and stale beer hangs thick in the humid air here. Buffy wrinkles her nose at it and tries to make her mind focus on something else. All of a sudden she's lost in the fog, all too aware of her fingers and toes and the goosebumps that pimple her arms, but that's about it. She's staring absentmindedly at the sweating glass that held the melted down hops and barley, listening to the swirl of voices and music and clanking glasses all around her.

Buffy didn't bother taking a look at the many faces around her. From the the snarls and wide-eyed grins she met briefly when she first walked in, she could tell she'd found a melting pot of sorts of Sacrosanct's many colorful characters. Many of them identified her quickly as a hunter. This didn't bother her. But so far, she didn't feel the presence of any vampires.

But soon a wave of nausea overcomes her, the wavering sickness enough to make her swallow hard and cover her lips with one hand just in case. It's short-lived, but the dreaded feeling is all too familiar. It crawls out from the depths of her stomach every time she senses her prey is close by. And as the sickness passes, instinct kicks in. Buffy chugs down her beer, wiping the remaining residue from her face on the back of her hand and cranes her head to look around behind her. She sees the dark silhouette of a man with a woman under his arm leaving the bar, and shadowed slim figure in a hoodie following suit.

The presence of the slender man sends a chill down her and spine and suddenly, Buffy doesn't feel so anxious anymore. She slaps down some cash on the bar top, and is slipping into her wet coats as she trails them out the door. The hunter doesn't see them in the rain, but begins to jog down the road anyway, eyes peeled for any sign of the couple, or more importantly, the single man she already knew she didn't like. Eventually shrieks echoed out of a nearby alleyway and off she went, running past the woman she'd seen back at the bar as she jogged awkwardly in her heels back the way she had come.

Buffy grips at a silver-heavy knife tucked safely in the breast pocket of her jacket as she rounds the corner and stumbles down the alleyway. Buffy is quiet, aside from her heaving chest in the wake of her sprint. She's squinting through the light drizzle as she casts her glare down the dark alley, fists clenched, trying to make out the dark mass in the distance. "Hey!" She calls out, the knife held tightly in one hand now. She hears the mumbling of one character as he stands tall over the other. Buffy can feel from here that the one lying motionless on the ground was still alive, though barely. But the other gives her little time to react, he's moving quickly down another alley just as she's running after him.

She stops briefly to assess the fallen figure, noting as she approaches he's one of the vampires from the bar. She sees the marks in his wrist and is dumbfounded. Why would one vampire drain another? She'd never seen anything quite like it before. But she has no time for questions. So she stakes the barely living fool, ending him for certain, before tearing off down the alley.

Buffy casts her eyes upward at the sound of scurrying feet on the rooftop. While strong, Buffy was no where near quick enough to catch this fool. But she had to try. She scaled the nearest shaft ladder to get to the roof just as the shadowed figure leapt to the next rooftop. "What the fuck!" She shouted as she sprinted to the edge, looking down at the cars in the street below before searching the darkness for his frame on the adjacent building. She thinks she spies him, or at least something, in the distance, and grabs a wooden stake from her pocket and chucks it blindly, not hopeful it will land anywhere where she wants it to.





Gia Buffy Jones
Dark Hunter | © Vinyl

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