West

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.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

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.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

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

Noah's Ark

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

Syn

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

you should probably keep some drops on hand then


Posted on August 17, 2018 by Damon Marcello
West


He couldn't imagine what it would be like to grow up with powers and yet deny their very existence. He wasn't born a vampire. Of course, that's impossible. He was nothing more than ordinary growing up, though he would have begged to differ even as a human. He was always a victim of his own ego. But once he was turned, there was no denying what he was. He'd thought about dying...a lot, actually. The turn was forced on him by his own brother. Sure, he'd wanted eternity with the woman he thought he loved but when she turned out to be playing him and his brother, he didn't want it anymore. He was willing to die after he was assured of her own death. But his brother wouldn't allow it. Stefan forced him to drink, trying to guilt trip him about being alone forever. Damon should have known it was all just a sham because secretly Stefan just hated the idea of being alone. When Stefan was out of the picture, Damon got close to staking himself countless times, just wanting it all to be over. But somewhere along the way, he learned that he could run from what he was, or he could lose himself in embracing it.

So that's what he decided to do. He turned off his humanity switch and went to town. But Kathryn needn't know about all that. Her eye rolls were adorable, really. She faked offense before asking if she wasn't invited for Christmas and Thanksgiving. He snorted. "Well, if you're a good cook, I might be able to make a small exception." He knew he had a thing for attracting the concern of the good ones. Kathryn was no different. She was considered good, someone who wouldn't have hesitated to stake him should she have been aware of the supernatural and run into him on a street any other night. And yet here she was falling prey to his charm like most good people tended to do. Maybe it was part of the mind tricks he could pull or maybe it was just a natural inclination for others to like him. He was always told he could charm a whole room without saying a word and that was when he was human. He tried talking her into letting him kill the warlock but it seemed her moral compass wouldn't slide that far.

She told him there had to be another way and he groaned in response, rolling his own eyes as he leaned back in the seat and swung his arm out. "Well then, please, enlighten me." He could tell she was ever hungry for knowledge though, no matter how averse she was to evil. She wanted to know what he could do so he figured he could do a little demonstration, and he was all too eager to use the chained up warlock as an example. She watched the whole time but he could practically feel her inwardly cringing. God, it must suck to be so sympathetic. He lifted a brow expectantly, sure that she was going to lecture him or something for being so...well, mean. She let her head fall and for a minut genuine concern flashed in his eyes. He was about to ask if she was okay when she lifted her gaze back to him and started to ask something else before decidedly changing her mind. She said she had enough for one day and he scowled thoughtfully.

Finally he shrugged and crossed his arms. "Fine. Take all the time you need." When he offered to help her find her memories, she seemed speechless at first before shaking her head almost vigorously. She told him she didn't want him ruffling through her mind and he snorted. "It wasn't like I was going to delve into all your deep dark secrets but okay. If you change your mind, I'm sure you'll find me." He offered with a knowing smirk. When the warlock spoke of the baby, Damon growled but Kathryn only tried to offer him help. Damon had to chuckle at that before he shook his head. "Loony bins aren't equipped for magic, princess. Once the coven gets them, nobody can help them." His words were almost sober at the end, like it was a tragic way to go. When he offered to wipe the warlock's memory instead, he could see the curiosity in her gaze. She told him she didn't know how to help and that she would but he had to show her how.

He nodded, offering a more gentle smile this time. "Basically anytime he tried to retaliate, I need you to distract him. Hit him with some strong wind, take his breath away again, whatever you've got to do to keep his attention off stopping me from being inside his mind. Think you can handle that?" He lifted a brow, waiting for her response before he turned his attention on the warlock. The man instantly tensed up and snarled. "I don't want you near my head, you monster! You stay back!" Damon chuckled before he closed his eyes. For a moment, all was quiet, and then he slowly opened his eyes, an intense searing gaze staring down the warlock, who had started to tremble and moan. His eyes rolled up and his jaw clenched as Damon sat silent, just staring. He didn't even blink. The warlock moaned for another moment before he tensed up and shut his eyes. "No, get out! Get out! GET OUT!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

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