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sharp objects make me giddy (Kohl)


Posted on November 22, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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Kohl is going to kill me. It's been echoing in my head all night ever since that stupid Were dog grabbed my arm in her teeth. It hurt like a bitch but I was too busy watching the vampire drinking from a dead guy just feet from where I was. It was such an internal struggle, knowing I could have saved that man from the Were and yet I didn't. He was filthy, homeless probably, but that doesn't mean he deserved to die. And now he's vampire food. Gross.

I was distracted by the vampire so I didn't see the dog coming until it was too late to do anything more than bring my arm up. Otherwise, I have no doubt she would have got me by the throat like she did to the man. I'm lucky to be alive but then I am pretty much every night I go on a hunt. It's just a part of what I am. I understand that and the council understands that. Kohl, on the other hand...

For being a fellow hunter, he's not really the hunting type. He's more of a behind the scenes, make gadgets and electronic miracles kind of hunter. I never thought I would be into the nerdy sort but look at me now. He's certainly not a nerd between the sheets, though. My cheeks flare a little at the mere thought of our last intimate encounter.

I hold my arm against my chest as I walk calmly down the sidewalk toward his house. I know the door will be unlocked since he always keeps it unlocked for me on nights that I go hunting. I know he'll be up though he might pretend otherwise. He might be pretending to sleep when I poke my head in but I know better. He stays up nights worrying about me. It's kinda cute.

I slip quietly through the door when I get there, glad to see that all the maids and cooks have gone home for the night. It is 4 o'clock in the morning, after all. Probably almost time for their next shift. I would have been back earlier if I didn't have to chase down the stupid Were. I look down at my dirty clothes and sigh. I'm all scraped up and bruised up and I don't even want to think about my arm. It's probably a mangled mess beneath the makeshift wrap I did with a piece of my own shirt. The wrap is soaked in blood that's dried and it has that strong metallic smell. I groan, wondering if it'll need to be stitched up.

I quietly close the door and make my way to the bathroom, closing the door most of the way before I flip on the light so I'm less likely to wake him if he actually is sleeping. I glance between my filthy ripped clothes and my arm. I guess the bath can come after I get this arm patched up. Slowly I untie the knot and start to unwrap it. When I get to the last layer, I inhale sharply, sucking air between my teeth as I slowly pry the fabric that's stuck to my skin because of the blood. I'm trying not to wake Kohl but this might be harder than I thought. Finally the last of the fabric comes away, revealing raw meat looking flesh. I can't see the bone but it's deep. "Aw, man." I groan. I hate stitching myself up.


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