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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life; [open]


Posted on December 27, 2017 by DAREIOS
East


It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



The vampire pulled on the satin robe and the colorful cords that signaled his many esteemed titles and academic accolades while his publicist delicately fastened the flat-topped cap upon his head. She smiled at him as she fidgeted with it, finally settling it to a somewhat lopsided position atop his head. Since Dareios had become the mayor of Sacrosanct, several semesters at the local university had passed. So had new citywide legislation that aimed to spread equality and fairness to all of the city's residents, supernatural or not. But this was the first time he'd been invited to be speak at a commencement ceremony.

There was something about being in the old musty halls of a college building that lifted his spirits, despite the tedious and seemingly never-ending precautions he had to take just to do his job. When Dareios was still human, his family was far too poor to afford him a proper education. He dropped out of grade school to help his father and brother on the farm in rural Ireland. But the lure of the Industrial Revolution drew him and his brother to Dublin as strapping and ambitious young men, where they were promptly met by lascivious vampires, who in turn, converted them. After decades of debauchery while he was still learning to control these newfound desires and instincts, Dareios made a point to get the education he sorely missed as a human. He spent many years at Cambridge and later Harvard, collecting an insurmountable number of degrees to his name. He was fascinated by so many subjects, and given the lengthy timeline he had acquired to live with his undead status, he saw no reason not to collect as many degrees as he so wished.

But time went on, and eventually his interests turned to other things. For some time he became immensely entrepreneurial. His businesses generated him a great fortune. And when he grew bored of that, he became overly indulgent in philanthropic causes. That eventually lead him to run for public office. It was fulfilling, nevertheless, for the vampire to return to the halls of an academic institution in this coveted role. It wasn't that often that he experienced something new, for the first time, anymore. He'd worked particularly hard on the speech he was about to give to the next generation of working youth. Dareios found it difficult to walk the fine line of lecturing and being humorous, but was pleased with the balance he came up with.

The ceremony came and went all too fast however, but Dareios was reeling as it ended. He stood among the crowd to shake the hands of jubilant parents and posed for selfies with students and their families. If the undead vampire could in fact be physically beaming in appearance, he would be now. It had a been a rewarding day. But much like the ceremony, the day had come and gone and night was now upon him. He warded off his publicist and his driver, opting to take a long walk home back to Anacosta Heights tonight instead. The weather was cold and blistering, and as such, the vampire pulled his heavy black peacoat tighter against his chest. But he paid the weather no mind -- he was in too good of a mood to let it get him down. As such, he continued to stroll down the damp sidewalks on the east side of town, blissfully unaware of the buzzing phone, and all of his awaiting commitments, piling up in his pocket.

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl


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