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

City Creek Center

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.

Dark Hunter Department

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.

Inner Sanctum

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

Red on the Water

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

Starlight Tower

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.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

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Posted on June 08, 2014 by Isla Hail
East
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"What?"

The word leaves her lips quite before she can manage to control it, his comment in regards to her being a 'pretty girl' seeming to startle her entirely, soft green eyes widening in some belief the man hardly knew what he was talking about. She is alright she supposes, in regards to looks, passable and yet hardly anything spectacular, his words managing to bring a slight flush to her cheeks all the same before she quickly dismissed it. Surely she should be above such comments from a mere stranger on the streets. He was being polite, after all, polite and nothing more. At least, that is what she remains content to tell herself, unwilling to let herself believe anything else. A childhood dedicated to study providing little chance to meet boys, let alone flirt with them, a highly over-protective father doing even less to assist her cause, the girl impossibly naive in this regard though evidently not entirely immune as she folds another loose strand of red touched hair behind her ear, straightening a pamphlet or two- merely for something to do with her hands and features, attempting to hide her momentary blushing indiscretion from the man. His evident intelligence however, is something far harder for one such as Isla to ignore, the girl relishing the chance for intelligent conversation after having spent the better part of the day in the company of Freya and Cassie. It was not that they weren't intelligent exactly, more so, they tended to prefer to lose themselves in ideal gossip and useless propaganda like the display before her, taking a moment to appreciate his sarcasm.

"I shouldn't think you could breed loyalty in them, their people after all- or...partly anyway."

Was that what he was? A Were? What sort of Were? Her mind readily takes up these questions, that scientific side of her beginning to eliminate all the potential possibilities, half inclined to wonder if the size and height of the person had any effect on the sort of animal they were. He'd be something fairly tall she decided, something cat-like maybe, judging by the way he moved, then again, he didn't seem al that cat-like. Realising that she had set herself to staring once more she moved to nod quickly as his humour once more, her own smile touching the delicacy of her lips.

"I'll be sure to keep you informed."

She manages softly, a slight laugh within her voice, managing, slightly perhaps, to become more comfortable within his presence, though indeed the table still remained between them, the girl holding some belief that his boundary, flimsy as it was, was at least some form of barricade between herself and whatever he was, this....Damon. Hmm, it was an oddly fitting name she thought, his hand readily enclosing her own, the girl utterly determined not to flinch or pull away, hardly sure what she expected from his touch, eyes widening slightly in surprise when....nothing at all happened, his hand like anyone else's, the small bow of sorts he offered earning him another delicate grin all the same before he moved to offer his goodbyes, her head nodding politely once more.

"Yes it was...pleasing to meet you to, Damon."

In fact, she is quite surprised to find that it had been something of a pleasing experience, even if she hadn't found out exactly what he was, moving to seat herself as he turned away, attempting to decide which method of packing up would, in fact, be the most time efficient, eyes lifting momentarily at the sounds of ruckus laughter as the sight of a number of young men cause her to scowl, these exactly the sort of boys she goes to lengths to ignore and avoid, keeping her eyes entirely on her work as one of them makes a move to stop in front of her as she glances upwards in response to his words.

"Well no, actually I- oh!"

She barely managed to retain her balance as he proceeded to upend the table entirely, the girl desperately grabbing for her textbook, having deemed it the only actual valuable thing worth saving as she stumbled hurriedly back, clutching it to her chest in some effort of retaining a shield as the barest display of temper seemed to touch her, the young women evidently not so entirely sweet and demure as she might appear, the look upon the mans face and the words he offers seeing her step back hurriedly once more, panic seizing her though indeed it is not entirely without some show of spirit.

"Excuse me! Don't you dare lay a hand on me, I'll have you know-"

Once more her words are not given to be spoken until completion, fingers closing around the pepper spray in her handbag just as Damon seems to reappear from almost nowhere, grasping the man whom had reached for her, Isla stumbling back even further with a gasp of sorts, unsure as to which she finds more disconcerting, the vulgar rude man or Damon seeming content to twist his arm off. Some part of herself however, mildly pleased to see the man injured. Isla was left to do little but watch in awe, if not fear, as Damon seemed to suggest he leave, the man seeming to find such a suggestion agreeable before his companion seemed content to start shouting hysterically, those green yes widening entirely at the sight of the fangs that extend so suddenly from Damon's lips. She had....let him shake her hand, had stood barely a stride away from him, she had touched him....a vampire. Could she...get infected from having touched him? Her momentary panic is forgotten in the wake of the pounding feet of her assailants, the small group hurrying back off the way they had come before he turns to face her once more, the girl near as white as a sheet as she seems to take several moments to gather herself.

"I....well I.....umm."

Flustered is perhaps an understatement, green eyes drawn to the mess in front of her before lifting once more to the man...vampire...whatever he was. It was dark now, the streetlights casting barely a glow along the sidewalk as she continued to clutch her textbook to her chest, evidently unable to decide whether to flee before him or not, nervousness touching every line of her sweet façade before she manages a deep breath, abruptly seeming to straighten herself up.

"Thank you."

He deserved that much, at least, even if he was planning on eating her, she supposed death by someone attractive was still better than that rather awful boy from moments before. How she was going to get home however, was another matter entirely, insecurity touching her features once more.

"Maybe you could....walk me back home? It isn't very far but I...well....I need you to stay at least....an arms-length away from me while we walk, if that would be ok, I'm not entirely comfortable with the....fang thing, alright?"

It was a small compromise she supposed. She was hardly a coward and as such has evidently decided, based upon her calculations that she would rather risk her safety with a vampire then her own species at this point- provided Damon remains outside the personal bubble she has seen fit to set for herself. Cassie and Freya could clean up, for all she cared, she'd never wanted to be a part of this anyway, she simply wanted to go home, very near pivoting on her heel before beginning to march down the street, bag in handed, intensely aware of the man that lingered so close beside her, wondering indeed if he could hear the fluttering of her heat, unconsciously moving to allow her hair to fall forward and cover the sides of her neck. She hardly wished to offend him and yet, she is nervous of him all the same, despite herself, managing to walk in silence for exactly two blocks before her curiosity at last gets the best of her, turning abruptly to the man.

"If I was to hit you with a Bible or something, would that injure you? I don't have a Bible, don't worry I just....well, is that to personal a question? What about Holy Water?"

She always had been blessed with Her Fathers mind, inquisitive about everything, her desire to know, to learn, to understand seeming to outweigh her fear in this moment.



Isla Hail
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