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

There's no denying I've torn apart my insides;


Posted on June 29, 2017 by HARLEY WESTWARD
East



We're all rotten, buried and forgotten,

Living it up underground




Attached is just Harley's part in which you may have already read in the previous posty <3 tadaa,
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Harley had enough time to steep going through the various curses and the total bullshit of this entire situation. She was convinced Amor was too far gone to even truly care what happened to her. What was the point of bringing her here of all places when Harley was perfectly content minding her own damn business? It was easy to cling to that rage that drowned out the fear that dared to bubble up from beneath the surface and take over her entirely. Risque had inflicted all kinds of torment upon her once upon a time. She was one of the reasons that ripped her and her Amor apart in the first place. She had almost died by her hand all those years ago with her meddling. This family was all kinds of fucked up, she knew it. Yet here she was, dragged here against her own will. Risque had already won. Could she not see it? Why stir a pot that was already empty?

Harley's human heart hammered uncontrollable and irregular. She fought to escape from Risque's grip, but against the vampire's strength, she is helpless. It didn't mean she didn't have just give up and take it. She would rather be mauled and killed mercifully by her felines than by Risque's own sadistic hand. The violet eyed woman at least managed to scratch and leave her mark on the vampire's cold pale flesh, in those attempts to escape her. But she had already healed from those shallow gouges. It was pointless, despite feeling good to receive some kind of retribution from being plucked from her own door step. Why didn't she just kill her and be done with it? She tried to tell her that the bite marks were nothing, but she ignores her as if she was a mere fly buzzing around her head.

The entourage, if you could call this eclectic group that sliced right into the back where undoubtedly Amor would be. Anxiety rises like bile within her, the thought of seeing him again was almost enough to drive her mad. Not that she would ever admit it but her mind reeled with that encounter those nights ago, those marks on her neck itched like a bitch now that they scabbed over. It was no doubt they would leave a scar. They burst through the door with the force that they were, the door was just opening as another vampire slips out of the room. She could have sworn the man looking familiar.

The door slammed wide open with the force of the cats rushing through, they nearly took out and obliterated the damn door. It was when Harley saw him that her heart nearly stopped in her chest. She threw up her hands helplessly within Risque's grasp as she dangled there, her jacket digging into her neck. "I told her you don't give a shit, but the old cat lady is hard of hearing." Her tone is unamused and elevated specific words to try and nail her point home. Her features pulled tight into a frown, dammit this was embarrassing. Her fingers curled into the palms of her hand out of sheer frustration. She hated feeling this weak almost as much as being forced to face the man that haunted her dreams and nightmares.
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Harlequin Ray Westward