Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
He tends to get under my skin with just about everything he says. I don't think he does it on purpose but non the less, it leaves a feeling of both anticipation and dread running through me every time I see the tell tale glow in those blue gold eyes that says he's about to say something either charming or ust plain smart ass-like. When he glances down at my arm, I try to relax the arm and release it a little, not wanting him to lecture me more about my safety by knowing that I'm hurting. I see something flicker in his gaze and the dread is back to stiffen my muscles, ready for him to let me have it about only having one life to live and yadda yadda. His words make me cringe. I know he didn't ask for it. If it were up to me, would I wish he were still human? A part of me wants to say yes because then he would be safe and there would be a reason to stay away from him and let my guards go back into place the way it should be. But another deeper part is happy that he's the same way I am so that I can enjoy a little bit more of my immortality knowing that I have someone to train, someone to get under my skin and drive me mad in all kinds of ways but a responsibility. At least this way I'm not completely going crazy from the loneliness, as sad as that sounds. His idea of bringing cars back into the conversation has my eyes rolling skyward. "Well you can take the racing motor out of the Ferrari to make it more plain but you can't take away your natural born powers so why not put them to good use?" Sounds like a logical arguement, right? I know that he doesn't like to fight and maybe I'll never make him look forward to hunts the same way I do. Maybe it's just a passion he'll never have but that doesn't mean I just give up and leave him to the wolves, right? I can't stand the thought of him being defenseless when this town in particular seems to be crawling with the supernatural. It's a beehive of activity and we're smack in the middle of it. The way I see it, you can either man up and learn how to defend yourself or crawl into a little ball and try to cry your way out of it alive. The second is not an option for me and I'll be damned before I let Kohl lay down and die. Even if I have to fight all his fights for him, I've got to keep trying, cause otherwise, there's no reason for me to be around him, no good reason anyway besides my bottled up hormones. I will admit there is definite attraction there but I can't give into it because that makes him a weakness. The wolf knew there was something between us and that's why she targetted him in the alley. If I could just keep my head on straight and at least act like he's not important, then maybe she would have focused more of her energy on me and I wouldn't be contemplating checking his head for a concussion when we get wherever we're going from here. Whatever Kohl and I have going, I like it and I don't want it to end anytime soon. I know I turned down his proposal for a relationship mostly out of fear but every time I feel the need to push it aside and just let him have what I know we both want, I keep finding a reason to push him away. I tell myself that it's better this way, that he's safer without me complicating things. That we're less of a weakness for each other if there's nothing physical to strengthen the bond. But I already know the hard truth that I keep repressing, the thought that if anything were to seriously happen to him, I would lose it. I scowl at his mention of stabbing things. "They provoked the attack, remember? I was defending myself and the flying ragdoll who decided to land in a dumpster." My eyes narrow a bit in challenge. Why yes, I did just call you a ragdoll. Plan to retaliate? He turns his own gaze to the wrecked car after a few minutes and I do the same, my breath catching a little as he finds it a good idea to move a little closer to me while he murmurs agreement. His words only bring to life the aching of my skin as it flares in response, betraying my want, no, my need, for his attention as I swallow carefully and avoid eye contact. I try for a sarcastic laugh but fail miserably. "You would." My words fall terribly short as I feel his breath tickling my neck and then his lips are there, expertly gliding across my skin as if they've always been there. My breath hitches and a shiver runs up my spine, my arms breaking out in goose bumps as I pull my injured arm more toward myself as a hoax to cover up the gestures of my traitorous body. Finally he releases me from his hold, leaning against the wall next to me rather nonchalantly as I try to recompose myself. At his mention of my arm, I glance down at it before facing him with a determined look. "You're going to put it back in place for me." I say matter of factly. His mention of more nakedness does not escape me, my skin flaring right back to life as if it never left but I fight the urges, biting my lower lip again as I search for a way to save face. "But we will need to wash up at some point. Don't worry about the antiseptic. I'm a pretty fast healer, as you know first hand." I lean in for the last part, letting it roll off my tongue in a sensual fashion as my breath tickles at his ear. That's right, mingle in memories of the night I collapsed at your front door, the night you pulled glass out of my back and then pleased me in all sorts of fashions before the hideously awkward morning came and I had to kill a man in your living room. Okay, maybe don't remember that last part, but I certainly want his skin tingling as much as mine is. I'm almost afraid the plain back fired because now I'm remembering and it's not helping my situation at all. |