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

before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack


Posted on August 19, 2018 by amelia marek
East



The sensual touching was almost too much for the vampire to take. She was testing her very limits, wanting nothing more than for him to whisk her away and have his way with her. And yet, she was prolonging their agony, seeing just how long they could both resist before the other succumbed to their desires. Amelia had already planned to do more of this form of teasing at home, but this was a great precursor.

And yet, despite the sexual tension that they both felt, there was something else in the air that kept her from truly letting loose. Something felt wrong and she wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps it was the lack of lights, but there was something more. Something...more chaotic and devastating was about to happen. He seemed to understand despite her lack of words. She felt him hold onto her tighter, and for that she was grateful. She felt safe in his arms.

And that's when the shots began to ring out. She had tried to warn Troy that something didn't feel right, but it was hard to warn someone based only on a feeling. It didn't matter now. Now all that matter was escaping from the shots that rang out. People were screaming and fleeing, something she wanted so badly to do. And yet, with Troy she felt a sense of peace.

She felt the sting of a bullet, but she knew it would not kill her. Unless the bullet was coated in nickel (which most were not), she would survive to live another day. It was the crossbows with loaded stakes that she was far more worried about. Troy seemed to feel her fear and he wrapped them both in his wings, turning them to steel and using them as a human shield. It was something she had no idea he could do, but it was quite the surprise.

She had hardly given any thought to her injury until Troy made a comment about smelling blood. She then focused on the sting of the wound. "I'll be fine, Troy. I'll just feed later and all will be well." She would have to remove the bullet so it didn't fester, but a quick feed would give her the strength and energy she would need to heal. It wasn't coated in poison (a rookie mistake, she might add) after all.

However, focusing on her injury was not what she intended to do. She wanted to get out of this place. She wanted to get home to Tenley, to make sure her precious baby was still safe. "Troy, we need to get out of here." She didn't care about anything else. Normally she might have compassion for some of the fallen citizens, but right now, her focus was only on getting out alive.

Had she any idea what he was doing to fight off the assailants, she would have praised him. Instead, she was focused on leading them to safety. She pushed past others, working her way down the hall and towards the emergency exit. Once they were finally outside, she looked down at her bullet wound. At least the color of blood matched her dress and at least it didn't put holes in it either. She wanted to wear this dress again.

Troy's words had her eyes raising to his and she chuckled lightly. "I'm just going to stop going out to the club with you. You attract danger!" She supposed it could be her that attracted danger. No matter. The point was, they were never going to get a nice night out on the town. It was a shame, Amelia had been looking forward to dancing. "Let's get home." She took her uninjured hand in his and began to walk alongside him, helpful for his protection. Resting her head on his shoulder as they walked, she sighed. "Is it wrong for me to feel guilty that we survived?" Compassion was a weakness of hers, something she wasn't sure she would ever lose sight of.




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