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

you're my water you're my wine


Posted on March 04, 2017 by malek ackerman
East

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



It was easy enough to find Malek in a bar; it was, in fact, his favorite past time. The bartenders didn't seem to mind him always finding a way into the bar night after night, the vampire was a fantastic tipper. He had far too much money and nothing to spend it on and as an immortal what else would you do with your life?

Hands deep in his jacket pockets, his hair tied on the top of his head, he meanders down the street casually, the crowd seeming to get larger the closer he got to the downtown area. He didn't mind the press of humans around him; when you lived as long as he did the scent of the living tended to dwindle. Plus, the vampire hardly needed much blood to survive, let alone human blood. A diet had had acquired some centuries ago.

A pleasant smile quirks up his lips as he reminisces on the past, only the darting of a figure across the street and into the bar he was headed to, drags his attention away from his memories. His favorite bar was busy tonight, he simply hoped he could find a seat close to the bartender, he did have a bad habit of leaving drunk every night he went out. Adjusting his coat, he prowls towards the entrance, shouldering his way through the door, only to pause at the site of the immense crowd. Clucking his tongue, he almost turns to leave until a shove from behind has him stumbling into the crowd. Removing his hands from his pockets, he looks over his shoulder to find the way to the entrance blocked by bodies.

Heaving a sigh, he shimmies his way through the dancing of the bodies to the bar, waving to the bartender in greeting. Scanning the seats, he finds the only empty one next to a rather scantily clad woman, her hair long and dark, hanging in loose waves about her shoulders and those bright red lips that would make the strongest human weep at her feet. It takes only but a moment for Malek to note she was one of the same as him; a vampire. And from the looks of it she was hunting.

He debates on leaving her to her own devices but he can't help but change his direction and waltz towards her; the vampire had only met two other of his brethren residing in Sacro, he was curious, to say the least as to what kind of vampire this woman was. The last vampire he had met tried to drink from him, an unusual sport, as vampires didn't create blood they simply took it. He couldn't imagine drinking old blood. Just thinking about it made him cringe.

Nevertheless, he makes his way towards the woman letting a pleasant smile dance across his lips, "Is your drink not to your liking?" he asks, noting the way she almost shies away from the liquid. It took years for Malek to be able to stomach the taste of anything besides blood, he eventually found that alcohol dulled his affinity that he couldn't seem to turn off.

Taking a seat next to the woman, he gestures for the bartender, ordering his usual of whiskey but asks for an extra. When the bartender returns, he takes one of the drinks, bravely plucks the cup from the woman's hand and replaces it with whiskey on the rocks, "This is much smoother," he shrugs, offering a lingering smile, those English lyrics speaking just loud enough to be heard over the crowd, "So, who looks tasty tonight?"

You're my whiskey. From time to time.

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