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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Barista Alexis Wilde
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Marcello
Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
Buffy leaned against the damp, coarse brick building with one knee cocked and a booted foot resting on the wall under her hip. She inhaled slowly, drawing the firey ember on her cigarette to a rich, orange glow. She still felt a bit high from the joint she rolled a couple of hours ago - stoned confidence, she'd waned to herself at the time - the edge she needed to bring herself down to her first ever AA meeting.
It wasn't lost on the dark hunter that she was showing up to the meeting fucked up. But did weed really count? Her problem was alcohol, after all. The need to drink woke up her out of a dead sleep in a cold sweat. It churned through her gut. It itched away in her throat. It knocked against the back of her skull day in, day out, a desire demanding to be indulged.
Despite her acknowledgement that she did indeed, have a problem, Buffy had yet to find the willpower to forego the whiskey. In fact, she still had an open bottle in her knapsack right now... One she hadn't finished a few nights ago when she'd drunkenly skinny dipped with a stranger in a lake on the southside of town. But I digress...
She inhaled again, holding the smoke in her lungs, enjoying the fleeting but dizzying sensation of the nicotine, before she exhaled slowly. Meanwhile her heart thumped away in her chest, anxious about the minutes that were to come next. Somehow she'd have to find the courage to walk into this auditorium - an empty community gymnasium - and take a seat among a crowd of losers. She wasn't sure she could stomach it.
The last time Buffy made it to the East side of town - downtown - she'd been drugged and nearly date raped. It was Sebastian, of all people, who'd made sure she got home safe that night. The embarrassment and the shame was still a hard thing to stomach, even though nearly a year had transpired since that dreaded night. Buffy continued to struggle with her drinking ever since and probably long before. Even if she'd gone back to taking on assignments from the Council again just a few short weeks after.
She took another drag from the cigarette, feeling the heat from the dying ember at her fingertips. It was nearly out. She coughed once, twice, into her white-knuckled fist and flicked what was left of the butt into the street.
GIA BUFFY JONES