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

I keep my eyes wide open [open]


Posted on July 27, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
East
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


The young witch's days were no longer the same as they were two years ago, simply still living at home with her grandparents, going to college nearby with nearly all of her friends from elementary school and onwards. Kathryn had been so comfortable in that life she had been leading. Her grandparents, despite growing older, were alive and healthier than most middle aged men and women. Her friends were amazing, she was happy, beautiful, a full ride to an online grad school in business as her grandad announced that she would be able to take over his business when the time was right. And the best part? Witches, warlocks, and vampires were all kept in their story books and movies, where they belonged.

But Kathryn has seen the light, as much as she didn't want to see it.
She saw it, all the same.

Memories, memories that she had forgotten or memories that she thought she had been merely imagining resurfaced in the last few days. Running around the backyard of her first home, the day had been still, the air hot, there was not a single breeze to be seen around her home. But more than anything, the child wanted to fly her kite. And so she had slipped on some old sneakers, grabbed the baby blue kite that her granddad had helped her to construct and she ran out of the house, the screen door banging behind her. Conjuring up her power over the air and wind young, tiny Kathryn had thrown the wind into her kite until it puffed out and she ran about the yard, throwing her caution quite literally into the wind as her kite flew higher and higher. It as then she remembers her Gran coming out and wrenching the kite string from her hands and letting her toy fall helplessly to the ground. "You cant let people see," she said quietly as she dragged the dark haired girl back inside. That was when she learned that her powers were a secret, and no one outside of their family must ever, ever know.

But Damon knew now, he knew before Kathryn had even known herself. She felt she had quite a lot of catching up to do The young witch had been practicing since she learned from the vampire and tortured warlock exactly what she was. Kathryn closes her eyes, focusing her energy entirely on what she wanted to accomplish. A light breath. Inhale. Exhale. Eyes flutter open and with a flick of her delicate wrist she attempts to knock the plastic cup into the sink. But, once again, she overshoots it and the cup goes flying into wall across from the kitchen. Kathryn lets a rough, huff of anger fly passed her lips, as her eyebrows scrunch, furrowed into frustration. "Are you kidding me?" She exclaims, exasperated. Storming over she picks up the cup and flings it into the sink. If she couldn't even control her powers enough to put a cup into a sink, how was she ever going to fully manage them?

She continues practicing, despite her frustration, focusing on channeling her power into a smaller increment. She thinks about what she is going to do when she needs to begin practicing her power on a larger sale, creating windstorm, large gusts, how will she do that without everyone noticing? Obviously, Kathryn wasn't the only witch in Sacrosanct, maybe if she could find others, but what if they were all like the warlock she had met. Her first encounter with a vampire wasn't favorable, but at least Damon hadn't been trying to kill a child, and she wouldn't join any coven, group, kingdom whatever a gathering of witches was called if that was a goal of theirs. Finally, Kathryn stops her practicing as the cup tumbles into the sink with a noisy clang. How could something so simply turn into something so difficult? Must be what witchcraft is all about.

The young witch finishes getting ready for the day, her hair, uncooperative and so she throws it into a long pony tail before finding her scrappy sandals to go along with her outfit consisting of a pale, loose fitting tee, and a pair of jean shorts. Perfect for the warm weather. A tan watch with a gold face slides onto her wrist as the rose tinted sunglasses slip over her ears to protect her eyes against the harsh late afternoon sun. Kathryn wasn't much for going out and drinking, especially during the day but there was something to be said about practicing magic all day.

A girl needs a drink.

She grabs her phone, her wallet, and her key before heading out the door and getting on her baby blue pedal bike, going to a place she had seen the last time she had entered the downtown area. It reminded her of her grandad, her Irish grandfather, and the place had more than drinks, she would be able to snag a late lunch perhaps. Though, Kathryn had no idea that the co-owner of this particular establishment was also the psychopathic vampire she had met so many weeks ago.

As she pedals down the street, much more confident in her ability to navigate Sacrosanct than she had previously been, the warm breeze brushes passed her face and causes her ponytail to stir behind her, the smaller hairs flying backwards, seemingly unable to hold on. It felt good to let the wind just rush passed her, letting it push against her face rather than trying to control it. But she thinks again, how had she not known, or rather, not remembered that she was a witch?

Kathryn slows her biking as she comes to the establishment known as Red on the Water. She heard it had great Irish brews and some tasty meals. The witch with those bright, icy blue eyes chains her bike to a lamp post, though she doubts her old bike would be of any concern to the many wealthy men and woman of Sacrosanct. Satisfied in securing her bike, she then turns and walks into the building and is struck by the beauty of the entire place. The wood furnishings, the light fixtures, the stair case, everything, it was so gorgeous. The young witch lets her eyes of glacier blue rove around before she moves off the to the bar, taking a seat in one of the many empty bar stools.

"Whiskey please," she says to the bartender, having high expectations of this place that boasts its Celtic roots. The bartender slides the glass down to her, "Thank you," she says with a smile before reaching the glass to her lips and taking a sip. It's strong, but oh so tasty. And for a moment, Kathryn forgets she is a witch who cannot control her powers, instead she just thinks about the taste of whiskey on her lips and the joy at having discovered another corner for her to enjoy within this big city.

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