The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
He hated seeing her like this, frail and broken. She felt lighter than air in his arms and he was sure she probably hadn't fed for as long or longer than he had. And they were probably drained some of her blood for their rituals or whatever too. Filthy warlocks and witches. He almost wanted to make that whole tunnel system explode, burn out anyone left alive. He could care less about the one warlock that decided he had a conscious and tried to rescue Isolt, if that was even his true intention. For all Damon knew, he was just moving her to another section and got scared when he ran into a raging vampire who had killed so many of his friends. But he wouldn't think about that right now, not when his fiance had just started trembling and it was all he could do to keep holding onto her. He held her to him that much tighter, wishing he could make it all go away just by touching her. Crimson tears ran down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, gasping at the knowledge that someone could do this to someone so pure of heart. He didn't think twice about bringing her to his house, knowing here he could protect her. His house was his fortress and she was his queen. It was where she belonged, at least until she got her strength back. He gently lifted her from the car and carried her into the house, thinking only of stripping the remains of that awful place from the temple that was her body. Once in the bathroom, he slowly peeled back the dirty clothing that held her hostage, peppering her tormented skin with butterfly kisses, each a soft worshipping reminder of just how much she meant to him. He felt her body relax as he lowered her into the warm water, watching the color of it change as it lifted away the blood and debris that coated her once soft skin. He lowered himself to crouch beside the tub, wanting only to make sure she was taken care of. He couldn't stop looking at her, as if wanting to make sure she was real and alive and before him. He knew he probably wasn't the glorious knight in shining armor she might have imagined. His face was a little gaunter, dark circles around his eyes to show the lack of nutrition he'd been enduring in his mad dash to save his lover. The blood was still drying in rivulets on his cheeks but he didn't care to wipe them away, too overwhelmed by the sight of the chaos that had been wrecked on her body. As she reached for him, he leaned forward, wanting to make it as easy as possible for her. As her fingers caressed his face, he allowed his eyes to close, his whole body melting into her touch, savoring this moment as the first for too long. When finally his tired eyes opened, he looked into her gaze, wanting to get lost in those baby blues. He could see that she was determined to say or show him something. He could see the ferocity of it in her eyes. He reached out, slowly caressing her cheek, careful of the mutilated flesh. "What, my love? I crave your soft sweet voice. My ears have been devoid of it for too long. Here." He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, holding out the bloody wrist for her. He knew it could help her heal and then she could get a respite from all the pain she must still be going through. He urged her to let him do this for her, to take away some of the pain and suffering he would always blame himself for causing her. He should have been there to stop them from taking her in the first place. He shouldn't have had her in such a vulnerable position. He should have had guards, something. He knew the coven was watching her. He knew it was only a matter of time before they acted. He should have done something sooner, then maybe she wouldn't have had to endure this to begin with. |