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

turn my world upside down


Posted on October 01, 2020 by Christian Walker
East

He was ready to drink until he passed out at this point. Why even bother dragging himself back to the fancy motel to fall asleep face down in his own vomit so he could drag himself out of bed and do it all over again? His bleary eyes looked over the burly guy behind the bar, the bouncer, if he had to guess. He looked plenty big enough to toss Christian out the door like a sack of potatoes, probably in the back alley so he wouldn't end up roadkill on the street out front. Then he could sleep with the trash bags till morning. He could worry about dragging himself back to the motel then. It's sad when his motivation had really sunk that low. But here he was, pouring himself shot after shot. When the dark hunter walked in, he didn't bother to look up. The door had been revolving constantly since he got here, patrons coming in and out like this place was a secret gold mine or something.

There had been a few bar fights to watch but he even lost interest in that as the night wore on and the drinks started really getting to him. A new body wandered up to the bar beside him, sliding smoothly onto the stool before checking her clothing. For lack of anything better to do, Christian found his blue-gray eyes checking her clothing out, too, like he was helping or something. She had the smell of a working hunter, a mixture of sweat and old blood that made his nose wrinkle as he turned back to his drink, drowning himself in another shot. There was also an earthy smell when she turned her head to run her fingers through her hair, mountain air and pine trees. It brought on a calming sensation even though he was anything but wired in this moment. When he took yet another shot, he heard the voice and stiffened for a moment.

At first, he thought she was about to lecture him about his liver or something but instead she said she'd have what he was having and he felt his lips twitch in amusement. He turned his head a little, blue-gray eyes taking her in a little more this time. She seemed so petite. Was that usual for dark hunters? She didn't look like she could take down a sign post, let alone a centuries-old vampire. Could she handle her liquor? A shrug rolled off his shoulders as he turned back to his whiskey. Why should he care? He shouldn't care about anything at this point. The world was one big black hole, dragging him into the deep abyss one inch at a time. When she said one more for him, too, he tensed again. He glanced at her again, his scowl thoughtful. "You don't want to be my friend. It's bad news." He murmured the words before turning once again to his drink.


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