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 never asked for love, creeper


Posted on September 19, 2018 by Malia Tate
East
It was driving her crazy, knowing that he wasn't completely human and yet not having a clue what he could be. Not a Were, not a vampire, not a Hunter. What else was there? She couldn't remember all the things Frost said lives around here. The man seemed perfectly at ease in the diner, too. He looked over at her and almost looked amused that she was looking at him. He didn't seem scared or angry. She tilted her head, only more puzzled. Then he suddenly got up and moved from his booth. Her eyes widened. Was he leaving? Was she rude again or something? But then he surprised her by sliding into the booth right across from her. She leaned back a little and glanced around as if wondering if other people were seeing this. She lifted a brow but reminded herself to offer a small smile anyway. Had to look friendly, right?

He was quick to say why he came over though. He was blunt. She liked him already. Too many humans were smooth talkers who talked in circles around what they really want to say. She hated that. She blinked at him but the corner of her lip curled up in a small smirk, her eyes twinkling. Then he started guessing why she was staring and her amusement went up ten fold. Liked what she saw? Oh, but wasn't he feisty? The arrogance came off of him in waves, but somehow it worked. Then he called her a coward and her eyes flared. Maybe not outright but he might as well from saying she didn't have the courage to say something. So in answer to the challenge, she just blurted it out.

"What are you?" She leaned forward a little and lowered her voice, remembering that the other humans around them probably didn't need to hear this. "I mean, I can tell you're not a blood sucker or Hunter, and you're definitely not a Were but you're most definitely not human either." As the waitress came back, she leaned back again, not wanting her to know what they were talking about. The waitress seemed confused and Malia just followed her gaze to the man and shrugged, as if to say "just go with it." She tilted her head again at the man's comment. Henry was the only one who had ever called her beautiful. The man was definitely a smooth talker. She watched as he unrolled his napkin and put it on his leg. She furrowed her brows. What was up with people doing that? She'd seen Henry, Frost, and Nadya do it at that restaurant they went to but never understood it. Why would you keep your legs clean but not your face?

The man looked up as he was eating his eggs and gave his name as Boone. She smiled. "I'm Malia." She also didn't understand the last name thing. Why do you need two names? The first one does the job of identifying you. What is the point of the second? She let her gaze sweep over his unruly appearance, her lips twitching with humor. "You look like you had a rough night."

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