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!
What You'll Find Here
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
Anacosta Heights
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
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.
Hawethorn Village
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
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.
My own form of CHAOS
Posted on March 09, 2022 by Damon
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The vampire man knew he couldn't begin to imagine the pain and loss his wife had been feeling ever since their beautiful baby girl died in her arms in that hospital. He hated himself for not being able to do anything even though every logical part of him knew there was nothing he could do. Still, he was supposed to give her the world. He wanted to, more than anything. But here she was, dying right before him, even opening the door herself to do it. It felt like his own heart was being ripped out of his chest and he couldn't stand it. Maybe somewhere deep deep inside, Damon had hoped his darling wife would get all the grief out of her system and come back to him. Sure, he knew it wouldn't be a week. Hell, he knew it wouldn't even be a month. But somewhere, surely, along the way, he was sure Isolt would get it all out of her system and realize there was still more to live for. He never thought it would get this dark this fast. He never thought he would be stopping his beloved from giving herself to the sun eternally. The immortal knew the moment his power of persuasion took hold of Isolt. In the way her shoulders slumped and her ace relaxed, devoid of everything but peace. In a way, it calmed him to see this way. And yet in that same moment, he hated himself more than ever for what he was about to do. He couldn't see any way around it. If he didn't do it, he would surely lose Isolt, right? It had to be done. In his desperation, that's what the vampire told himself and so he let the power take hold and started to speak. And as he spoke, he could see her eyes getting hazy as she listened and took it in. Yet something was different. For one, he hadn't eaten in a while because he spent every waking minute by her bedside, trying to coax her up to meet the night. His own strength was failing him and he knew it. Damon fought to keep control, fought with every ounce of his being to finish the spell and get his wife back. But he knew the moment something flashed in her bedazzling blue eyes, that it wasn't going to go as smoothly as he had imagined. His head started throbbing, slowly at first, but then with a vengeance. Yet he clenched his jaw and kept going, even knowing he was about to lose this battle of wills. And then it came. The slap seemed to echo in the halls around him and at first he didn't register that he'd been hit. His face slowly slacked and then his lips parted, eyes widening in surprise more than anything. His own fangs sharpened on instinct, not that he would ever dare to use them against her. His body seemed to shrivel as Isolt grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the closed doors, her fingers entwined angrily in his shirt, but he couldn't stop looking into her eyes. Those eyes, once so devoid of life, of feeling, now raging more than he'd ever seen. And even though he should be nervous, even terrified of those eyes, Damon could only stare in awe and wonder that there was life once again in those dazzling blue eyes. Yet as the crimson tears started to flow, his face faltered and his own fingers itched to wipe the blood away yet he dared not move as she stared into his eyes and started to speak. Words left her chapped lips in rage as Damon stared into her eyes, willing her to understand but knowing she never would. At her words, blood started to well in his own but he pushed it back. He spoke slowly, carefully. "I did love her. I loved her with every breath she took. Yet my love does nothing for her now, so I gave it back to you, sweetheart. I have to think of the living and you want to leave me." Only now as his voice cracked on the last words did Damon's own blood tears start to trickle down his cheeks. "You won't let me join you in the beyond and you won't stay with me in the night. What should I do, Isolt? Tell me. How should I fix this so that I don't lose everything that means anything to me?" |
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