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

i'm not that insane


Posted on September 17, 2015 by Blaire Brink
West




Trying to get control of the situation when Blaire was concerned was one of the biggest mistakes the other vampire could have made. It was rewarding to Blaire in a way, she was able to inflict pain physically and mentally and she was nowhere near being done. This was nothing compared to what she had done to Bassie, and the thought pulled a cruel laugh from between those lips. She knew what she could do to make this little weakling break, and it wouldn't take more than letting her see the past.

Blaire released the blade, letting it rest deep inside that shoulder so the pain wouldn't subside. Fingers then gripped Isolt's head tightly and she held it in one place as she looked deep into her eyes. Once again she let her mind open up and she felt the tendrils of her mind swirl through her victim's. There was so much to explore there and she would get to it all in time, but right now she wanted her to see what was held in store. Blaire made sure to keep her walls up, only allowing certain parts of her own mind to be reached in the process. She felt the connection take place, and it was then she made sure to bombard her with the images.

~*~*~*~*~*~


The room was small and dark the only light was a naked lightbulb that kept flickering, throwing strange shadows across the wall. Chains dangled from the ceiling, rattling as if they had a life all their own. Pair of shackles was set deep into the wall and they were wrapped around thin wrists, it was Bassie. Saying the two were identical didn't do them any justice, Bassie was the mirror image of Blaire. Every tattoo, piercing, scar, clothing and make-up was the same, but that was because in Bassie's warped mind it made her perfect because to her Blaire was perfect. Blaire was her savior, she would do anything her sister said, and she longed for her.

Bassie was curled up in the fetal position against the wall, the chains that held her wrists were draped across her body as she shook. Blaire was standing beside a table filled with all kinds of weapons and toys, and Bassie merely looked pleadingly at her. It was that look that made her love Bassie more and more, the fact that her twin was hers and hers alone. Sure, she would give herself to other beings, but the reality was that she always came crawling back to Blaire ready to take any punishment or praise given to her.

Blaire reached for a cat of nine tails whip, it looked dangerous, little spots of blood could be seen. Whose blood was the question, but the fact was it had many victims' blood on it. She slowly moved towards Bassie, her fingers gripping it tightly as she studied her sister's naked body. It already had painful looking marks from their earlier session of play, and it made that evil sexual smile appear on Blaire's lips. She slowly ran the whip over her sister's back and she heard her whimper and shy away from it. With a low growl she quickly stepped back and with all the strength she housed brought it across Bassie's back once again. The scream of pain that passed stirred something inside her and she brought it down onto her back again and again.

"Blaire please!"

Bassie sobbed and screamed at the same time before letting out another ear piercing scream as the tip of the whip struck her cheek. With that she curled in on herself and started to sob, and that made Blaire drop to her knees beside her twin. She reached out and grabbed her chin roughly with one hand and yanked it up so they could look into each other's eyes. That was the only difference between them, Blaire's eyes were cold and grey, Bassies were a bright blue that reminded Blaire of the clear daytime sky. She felt herself soften the slightest bit at the look that rest there, but then she saw the flicker that said Bassie only wanted to please her. A small almost sweet smile was given as she leaned forward and kissed her sister deeply before pulling back.

"You must be punished Bassie, you know what you did."

Her voice trailed off as she slowly stood up and dropped the whip beside Bassie's face. She saw her mirror image flinch and she smirked before she began pulling her clothing off. Blaire was soon completely naked before her sister, her clothing folded nicely rested in the far corner of the room in an attempt to keep them clean. Then once again she grabbed the whip and without warning brought it across Bassie's back fifteen more times before moving back to the table.

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It wasn't much, but what she showed Isolt was merely a small taste of the beginning of a very long night. It was strange though, she showed the red-head a more loving memory. Well, as loving as Blaire could possibly get in her twisted way, but there was a reason for it all. The redhead bleeding below her reminded her of Bassie before she scrambled her mind, so it was no wonder that she wanted to play with her so badly. Maybe it was just the darkness inside of her, but she really wanted to see and feel how someone should react instead of how they were trained to react.

"Now be a good girl and take it like she did, and it'll be over soon."

Blaire's voice was filled with anger yet there was something tender that rest underneath it. Slowly she rose from atop Isolt and she moved towards the table just as she did in her memory. Fingers ran over that same whip and she smiled a sad smile before she once again stripped. Lithe fingers wrapped around the handle of the whip and she moved back towards Isolt. Icy grey eyes locked on the knife in her shoulder as she debating withdrawing it, but she decided to keep it there. She knew with each whip Isolt would jerk which would only cause more pain in her shoulder as well. Without a warning she pulled her hand back and with all the strength she had inside herself she brought the whip across Isolt's front.

The hit made a small split appear in Isolt's clothing and she grinned before bringing it down upon her again. When she was done with Isolt her clothing would be merely blood stained strips of cloth strewn around, and Isolt's skin wouldn't be as flawless as it once was. Blaire hit her again and again with the whip, getting lost in the actions of what she was doing. After an unknown number of hits she finally dropped the whip and kneeled beside Isolt. Cold grey eyes locked with the woman's bright blue ones and she quickly ripped off the rest of her clothing before sliding atop her.

"Mmm, you're not as breakable as I thought you'd be."

At those words she reached for the knife and twisted it before pulling it out. The blood on it was starting to dry and with an evil smirk she ran her tongue over it tasting the precious blood that she so cherished. She chucked the knife away and leaned down again her fangs sinking into the side of Isolt's neck as she took another long pull of her blood. After a few seconds of drinking she pulled away and shifted slightly, her nails sinking into that already marked flesh as she pressed on the welts and cuts she knew were the most painful. Then slowly her hand slid lower and rested on the somehow untouched lower lips, and she pressed two fingers in deeply.

"You are mine now.


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