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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life; [open]


Posted on December 11, 2015 by DAREIOS
East




It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



The night is young, but Dareios remains hidden behind the thick brick walls of his luxury brownstone, eager for something of relative entertainment value to pique his interest. Time has been passing slow as of late. Business was lucrative of course, and carried on per usual in recent months. Ian, his former human business liaison, was long gone, Dareios having finally drained the man to death earlier this week. Perhaps that is why he was so restless tonight. He had slowly drank from the man, sucking from him bit by bit in relative portion control. It was a mental test for him. You see, it had been quite some time since Dareios had fed on a live human. Sure, he could live on the boring blood bags he ordered quietly from the bank, which tended to be a mix of animal and sometimes human liquid. But there was a thirst that was never quenched by these tame and domestic methods of feeding. It left a pitting feeling in gut. But being the vampire he was, Dareios could rise above it.

So Ian had been a treat. One that he was (sort of) happy to see finally go. It made him want things and think things and say things he wouldn't dare dream of acting out in recent weeks. It awoke some kind of primal desire in him for flesh and animalistic company. But Dareios was just as alone as he ever was, hidden away in his delectable, charming urban home. Bored with his reputable library. Unfazed by the craft-inspired recipes and dishes he dreamed up. Numb to the taste of his expensive wine and record collections. Even his runs, a daily ritual that served as a meditation of sorts for him, was underwhelming.

He considers indulging at the nearby jazz downtown tonight, a historic hole-in-the-wall joint and his only option in Sacrosanct for live blues or jazz music. Despite his disappointment with the lack of "umph" in his life as of late, the vampire struggles to find the enthusiasm he needs to dress and leave the house. But he makes himself, changing quickly into one of his many well-fitted suits, freshly pressed and delivered by the dry cleaners today.

The chatter from around the dimly lit, busy bar had all but faded from his mind when he stumbled in and found a seat on a cushioned bar stool, now that he was perched in front of a tall glass of cabernet. The warm glass of wine felt sharp against his palate, but smooth and easy down his throat. As he signaled for the bartender to return with his open bottle after relishing that first glass, be began to unwind. He was looking forward to seeing this new local act, a young chocolate-skinned woman he had heard could blurt the blues like no other. Tonya was her name and you'd know her the moment you saw her, the reviews in the paper had said. It seems no one could forget her ruby red painted lips.

Something live, something raw, experiencing something in real time is what he needed. On the off occasion he wanted actually wanted to go out, Dareios found himself longing for the company of strangers in clubs and coffee shops like this - a seedy, gritty, but culturally breathtaking hole in the wall that otherwise went unnoticed in this expansive city. That somehow, just because they were all here, they were connected. Dareios craved the intellectually stimulating, though usually fleeting, conversations he often found with the musicians and artistic types in these places. As much as he admired them, he envied them too. Their freedom, their talents, how grounded they were in order to know what kind of person they wanted to be. He'd walked this earth for hundreds of years, and still didn't know.


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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