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

all smiles, i know what it takes to fool this town


Posted on November 09, 2018 by amelia marek
East



Thankfully the days were growing shorter and that meant the sun would set a little earlier. Perhaps that was why Amelia preferred the autumn and winter months than those of spring and summer. It was her curse to stay indoors when the sun was out. She missed the feeling of the sun on her back, the burn of it on her skin and in her eyes. For 600 years she's lived in darkness and she wishes that someday, she might figure out how to walk in the sunlight. If not for her own life, than for her daughter's.

The child had grown restless and Amelia had decided that she would take the little girl on a walk in the hopes that the sway of the stroller might lure the girl into sleep. Already she had been fed, her usually bottle of O- blood. The baby was getting better with her bottles and Amelia had already figured out which of her personal donors the child preferred. It was no secret that the child craved the blood of her fiancé, the fairy having the most delectable of scents. But from birth, Amelia had instilled upon the child that fairy blood, particularly that of her fiancé, was strictly off limits. The child had learned and after only a few weeks, she seemed to find a way to curb that desire.

The stroller pushed onward, the pace slow and leisurely. Instead of lulling the child to sleep, Tenley was wide awake, her eyes looking up at Amelia with such awe. It wasn't until she heard the soft "hello" that Amelia realized they were even being watched. Most did not dwell too much on night-walkers, fearing that perhaps someone out at night might be of danger to them. While Amelia had been on the look out for dark hunters, she had not expected to be waved down by a fairy child.

She slowed the stroller to a halt just as the little girl exited the building. One look at the side window told her that it was a dance studio. She smiled at the little girl as she introduced herself as Maeve. "Good evening Maeve. I'm Amelia...and this is Tenley." She pointed to the child who was already starting to turn her head to the little fairy. Amelia could tell that Tenley knew what the child was. If it wasn't her pointed ears that gave it away, it was most certainly her scent. It was intoxicating. But Amelia was able to restrain herself â€" she had always been good at that, unless it came to Troy Marks. It was then that she lost all control.

Amelia looked around to see the cleared out dance studio. There were not other adults around and no one waiting at the curb for the child. "Are you waiting on your parents to pick you up?" Amelia had no idea the child had no parents, that she was a victim of the foster system. Amelia had once thought about adopting a child who had no family. Amelia had always wanted a family of her own. But when she had been turned, her dream of motherhood vanished. It took her several hundred years before she was happy enough to consider welcoming a child into her life that did not share her DNA. But then...she met Troy. Something about their union had made it possible for a fairy and a vampire to have a biological child. Amelia did not understand how this perfect baby had been born of her own body, but she loved the child anyway.



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