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 09, 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




Buffy's heart sunk when she heard the brief clap of the wooden stake bounce across the wet tiles of the rooftop, having struck nothing but air before coming to land there. But she should have expected as much. Through the light drizzle and howling wind, mixed with the sounds of the street down below, it was hard to see or hear anything. But the reverb that came next shook her to her core. It sounded like a brash clap of thunder. She couldn't see the fellow on the other rooftop but she certainly heard it when he stomped his foot on the ground, snapping her stake along the way. So this wasn't some freshly made vamp who made a hasty and foolish mistake draining his own kind in an alley somewhere. Whoever this vampire was, he was smart, cunning and clearly powerful. But that didn't bring her any closer to the answer she was looking for. Why was he feeding off his own kind?

Buffy brings her fingers to her eyes and rubs them hard, voiding her face of any remaining makeup that hadn't already streaked off from the rain. She blinked several times in quick succession, trying her best to will her vision to see clearly through the darkness, just in time to watch the slim, dark body of her foe leaping rooftops again. "Jesus Christ Spiderman!" She shouts out into the night before looking around for any tools that could help her scale the distance between the buildings. When Buffy became a hunter, she assumed the responsibility of great physical strength and endurance. But she wasn't any faster, or any less vulnerable to death, than she was when she was human. Needless to say, she couldn't just bounce back if she fell 20 stories down to the asphalt below.

A thick wooden pole jutted out from the flat part of the roof and extended 15 feet or so into the sky. It had had several wires attached, likely the electrical component that supplied the building. Buffy moved to it, put her arms around it and began to pull. With some resistance, she managed to snap the heavy pole like a twig and haul it carefully across the wet tiles toward the edge of the two buildings. With a gentle groan, she lopped the pole across the empty space between the buildings, it coming to rest with a dull thud against the edge of the adjacent rooftop. There the damp log stood as a bridge, nothing to keep it from rolling one way or the other, mind you, but for now, it was stationary.

She didn't have time to think much more about it, and with that, climbed a top. She gave herself just a few seconds to try to find her balance and then jogged across it. She ran as delicately as she could on her tippie toes across it. Perhaps if she were more feminine, and had a history in ballet or something of the sort, that could have served her well here. Instead, she made it about half way before her balance began to shift, and before she was head over heels falling to her demise, she leaped from the pole, hands grabbing at the edge of the next building, and hauled herself up. Buffy ran to the next end of the building's rooftop, assessed the gap, and this time ran forward and leapt, luckily catching the slippery railing of the shaft ladder on her way down.

She was heaving for air as she hauled herself up the ladder onto the rooftop, knowing she didn't have much left in her to hop yet another building. But when she stood upright against the tiles, she found her shadowy figure looking at a dense, concrete wall that blocked his attempt at another leap. Buffy keeled over at her hips, one hand hugging her stomach as she laughed a hearty, but hoarse laugh, in response to the situation. She gasped for air in between her big-bellied giggles, and after a few moments, stood up straight again, one hand slicking her soaking wet hair out of her face and the other hand holding tightly onto her silver knife.

She walked toward him slowly, a lucky smile plastered across her thin lips.

But she stopped dead in her tracks when he started to talk. This was the first time Buffy was able to get a good look at him, at the dark matted hair at top his head, covered partially by the flattened curve of his hooded jacket, of his striking blue eyes and delicate bone structure. He would be easy to identify again in crowd, Buffy thought as she committed him to memory. But his pleas were even more puzzling. Uncertainty began to bubble in the dark hunter's stomach. Something about all of this just didn't feel right.

"Yeah, thanks for leaving me the trash to take out." She spat, turning the knife lazily in the palm of her hand. "Why did you feed on the vampire and not the girl?"

Buffy didn't make a habit of engaging her prey before a kill, but she this one hadn't really gone as planned. Buffy also didn't kill outside of an assignment unless she was forced to, say in self defense. She was ready to end his life if he made a move on her, but for now, all she wanted to do was talk. Which even in a situation like this, was very strange for her.

"I've been hunting you bottom feeders long enough to know what I saw down there was not fucking normal. Tell me what the fuck is going on and I'll let you go."






Gia Buffy Jones
Dark Hunter | © Vinyl

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