Hotel Bella Muerte.

Marilyn's eyes slowly opened, and she could immediately feel her head begin to throb with pain. "Fuck!..." She slowly pushed herself off of the floor, a hand flying to her head. She could feel a small, sensitive bump forming a few inches about her ear.

"What hap- Oh," she remembered, eyes growing wide. She continued to rub the bump as she pushed herself off the ground, picking up her bag and gathering her things. She wasn't going to stay here, no. There had to be other places she could stay. "Anything's better than this...creepy shit."

She pulled her wet pants back on, opening her door and dragging herself and her bags out of it. She hurried down the dimly lit hall, pain still thumping through her skull, and stared down at her feet.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard some sort of whaling coming from the floor above.
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That's what you get when you rush a post outta me, BETH-A-KNEE.

That made me smile. A lot.XD

Except for the clothes, and the hair being only slightly different in style.."It could be you...I mean a dead ringer for you." he couldn't help the tone creeping into his voice. "This place just gets weirder and weirder. "

"Again, " she says sounding as though she could barely breath, "You have no idea..You and your friends should leave as soon as possible, or else it may turn out that you can never leave."

Gerard wasn't really listening though.
"She looks so sad.." he turned back to face the girl on the red leather sofa. "Who was she?"

Angelica sighed, she maybe be undead, she may well be dammned, but she HATED to lie..Even to a stranger..
Especially one this beautiful.

"She...she was the orginal owner of the hotel..It was part of her inheritance..The man who...seduced her, he wanted the hotel for himself..He wanted Everything..Her money, her innocence, her life. He convinced her to give him everything he wanted..And then..he took it..ALL of it from her. Made it his.. We...share the name Angelica."

"So she's your ancestor? Like a Grandma or something..?"

"Yes.. the blood that once flowed in her veins, flows now in mine. Albeit thinly." she stood up and crossed over to him. "Gerard..You and your friends..You must leave..as soon as possible..This place has a way of never letting people go..never letting them leave."

Gee smirked.."You mean like "The Hotel California.." He sang softly.
'Livein' it up at the Hotel California..
such lovely place, such a lovely space,
such a lovely face?' What's the line.."you can check out any thime you like but you can never leave?"

Angelica paniced. "Yes! Yes that exactly what I mean! If you stay here too long..HE will force me to force you!"

Bob ran to the bed, shaking Josephine and trying to wake her.
"Jo...Jo wake up. We gotta get outta here."
He stopped shaking her, but she made no move to wake up. Bob began panicking. Maybe she couldn't wake up.
"Shit," he muttered.
He tried one last time to wake her up, not wanting to have to leave her for long incase something bad was going to happen here. She finally let out a soft moan, but would not wake up fully. With a frustrated groan he stood from the spot he had been crouching near the bed and left the room.
"I'll be right back Jo...I just gotta get someone. Someone who can help."
Bob then quickly left the room and locked the door behind him, not wanting anything, or anyone, entering the room behind him who could hurt Josephine. He knocked on the first door he could find, Frank's room he thought.
"Hey...come on Frank...let me in. We gotta leave now!"
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As the door slammed a shadowy figure stepped out of the closet, a smirk on his face.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Leaving you alone my dear...that is a serious mistake. On his part at least."
A smile replaced the smirk, "awaken my dear. I want to see it in your eyes...the realization that your end is near."
As if she was already his to control, her eyes opened wide. She took one look around and, spying Marcus, began backing away quickly.
"Please...don't...leave me alone."
Marcus smiled, "oh my dear, I would...but you just smell so wonderful...appetizing." He licked his pale lips, "it's a shame to waste it. Waste not want not..."
Josephine was pressed against the wall, her heart drumming hard against her chest as his hand reached out to cup her face. Just then a loud noise errupted behind him outside the door. Marcus turned toward it and hissed under his breath with a glare.
He then turned back to Josephine and placed a kiss on her lips, "never fear my dear...soon...very soon...now sleep."
Josephine never had a chance. Her eyes slipped closed quickly and she collasped back onto the bed just and Bob came through the door with a few additions.

I'mma post something tomorrow!:]

okay, i know, TOOK me long enough... and for this we obviously have to back track a bit...
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"I hope he likes it... Now... which room?"

Carolyn turned to the door, looking over her shoulder one last time in the mirror to double check her hair before popping her head out the door. She was about to venture out when she heard someone struggling to come up the stairs, loaded no doubt with all their luggage.

She pulled back so that her door was open only a crack when she saw it was her dear sweet George! Her heart pounded in her ears and the butterflies in her stomach flew in a frenzy. How would she do this? Would she go to him? Should she pop out into the hallway and surprise him? Maybe should she wait for him to come to her? Or meet in the middle, and as he was on his way looking for her, surprise him then? Oh she'd been dreaming of this day for so long and now her George had finally come for her!

She gaped in shock as she watched him stop at the adjoining room to hers and set his stuff down. Surely it was fate that put her love George in the room next to hers! She smiled a bit to herself as she decided how she was going to reunite with him and she closed the door as she stepped back inside her room.

She hurried back to the joining doors and opened the one on her side, then pressed her ear against the one that opened from his. She could hear the door open and what she could only assume as George dragging his luggage across the floor. She straightened up and bit her lip nervously, raising a fist to be ready to knock.

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Mikey dragged his suitcase into "his" room. At least what would be his room for the night. Hopefully only one night. This place creeped him out. This place was too old, too out of date, and just too... He couldn't think of a word to describe it. The portrait above the fireplace and the woman who greeted them in the lobby looked TOO familiar for his tastes and he'd much rather get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. And that one chick that came running down complaining with the BLOOD on her leg? No thanks.

He threw his stuff next to the closet and looked around. Even the rooms were lit with wall sconces and candles everywhere. He thought maybe all the stuff in the lobby was just for show, but this place really had no modern technology.

He jumped when he heard a knock on the door. But it wasn't the door he just came in. Apparently, they'd given him an adjoining room, "Grrreaaaat..." He hesitantly stepped to the door, unsure of whether to answer it or not. The other person knocked again and Mikey sighed, deciding he'd better at least see who it was. Otherwise he was sure they'd never leave him alone.

He placed his hand on the doorknob and snatched it back as soon as he'd touched it. The metal was as cold as ice to the touch and he eyed the door suspiciously. 'No electricity... no heat...' "I mean.. I guess that'd be why... right?"

He shrugged it off and pulled the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand to try the door again. He turned the handle and the door opened, if a bit squeaky. What he saw almost made his heart stop.

Nothing.

The only thing he could see was an empty room. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, even decades. And the temperature in there was the same as the door handle. Just standing in the doorway, he could see his breath already. This room had some definite negative energy. "H-Hello...?" He called out weakly as he took just a small half step into the room and looked around. There were all sorts of glass viles next to the bed on the side table, but besides that, there was no evidence anyone had been in there ever. There were cobwebs and dust covering the entirity of the room.

The only thing was... that the candles and wall sconces were lit.

Both from the cold and the fear that suddenly gripped his heart, Mikey started to tremble and he retreated back into his room, almost slamming the door shut. "Fuckin' creepy ass hotel..."

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Carolyn was frozen in her place, hidden behind her door. She couldn't face George, not yet. It's not that she wasn't ready to see him... she WAS... she just... It had been so long... She was, in all honesty, nervous. So as soon as she had knocked she had slipped behind her door and hid from him. When he called out hello, it took all her will power she had not to respond. But now that he had gone back into his room, she revealed herself, hanging her head in shame and slight embarressment. "Pull yourself together Car... He loves you as you do him... You can't hide from him forever... You shouldn't WANT to..."

She looked at herself sadly in the mirror and started to dress for bed. "Perhaps Miss Angelica will let me have the day off tomorrow..."

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teehee

Alright, I made a quick change to the last sentence of my last post, which kinda made a big difference, so you may wanna check that first.
And also, listen to this ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj_xE50SlQk ) when the time comes (You'll know when to start it).
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The faint sounds that drifted onto the third floor almost made Marilyn's heart skip a beat. No one in the large group had a room on the fourth floor, and she was sure that all of the windows on that level had been dark when she had first come in.

But something about the voice made her follow it, want to find it's source. Marilyn turned around, slowly moving towards the stairs. Each step she took seemed to echo.
'Thump, thump, thump..'

As she got closer to her destination, she realized it was not whaling she had heard, but singing instead.

"I say I'll move the mountains..."

She almost didn't recognize the classic tune, due to the ghostly voice that sang it. Even as she stepped off the last step, the voice didn't sound all the way...there. Like it was far away...

She looked up into the hallway, only lit by a three candles on either side of it: One at the end of the hall, the mid point, and beginning, where Marilyn stood in disbelief at what she saw.

"And I'll move the mountains
If he wants them, out of the way.."

A small woman stood in the hallway, her back to Marilyn. Her strawberry blonde hair was in curls that fell just past her shoulders, barely touching the tops of her slender, unusually pale arms. She wore only a a small, pink sleeping gown, one that most definitely belonged to another time, one years in the past.

The woman either did not notice Marilyn's presence, or just didn't care, as she continued on with her song. "Crazy he calls me, sure I'm craaazy...Crazy in love, I say." On the last word the singing girl turned in Marilyn's direction, revealing a heart shaped face decorated with a large pair of brown eyes and full, pink lips that were set in a smirk. She was young by the looks of it, perhaps in her early twenties. Her big browns landed on Marilyn, and she slowly walked towards her.

She could see the woman's lips moving, but could hear nothing over the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. She finally stopped in front of Mari, her face only inches away.

"I say I'll care forever
And I mean forever
If I have to hold up the sky
Crazy he calls me
Sure I'm crazy..."

Instead of finishing the last line, the girl slowly leaned forward. Marilyn caught a glimpse of what should have been herself in the woman's eyes. She was shocked to see a man's reflection staring back, the same look of terror on his face as was on her own.

The woman rested her lips next to Mari's ear, her breathe icy cold. "Remember handsome, you are mine...forever."

And then she was gone.
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Marilyn's eyes flew open, looking around. She was back in her bedroom, pants off, tucked in under the scratchy covers. There was no bump or pain in her head, no evidence that she had ever left her room at all.

What was going on?
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Good thing is, I actually know where I'm going with this.XD

Gerard wasn't taking things seriously ...

"What's the line..'you can check out any thime you like but you can never leave?'"

Angelica paniced. "Yes! Yes that exactly what I mean! If you stay here too long..HE will force me to force you!"

He looked at her as if she might be a bit cracked. Pretty but cracked none the less.

"Force me? Force me to do what?" a slight crooked smile played across his lips and a twinkled gleamed in his eyes. "Are you..offering me a 'special' private suite?" he took a step closer to where she sat. "with you as my...hostess?"
Angelica saw his pulse get stronger. His heartbeat increased at the thought that she might be leading him into temptation. Only Angelica knew it was entirely the other WAY around.
HE was the temptation.

Angelica looked past him to see Marcus eyes glowing with anticiptory blood lust. If she fed..so would he.

She paled as the hunger she felt made her insides twist. She knew if she stayed her reslove would break. This specimen was just too beautiful to resist and she was FAR to hungry to tempt fate.

"Excuse me..I don't feel well." and she ran from the lobby.

Marcus angrily watched her flee.

Gerard stood there smirking. He liked teasing the fan girls sometimes. He was usually shy off stage, but every once in a while he JUST couldn't help it.
Althoigh he had to admit Angelica didn't stike him as the usual fan girl type.
She seemed, oddly..elegant, as if she was from another time. Yes she dressed in modern clothes, but it struck Gee to his artist's eye it seemed she should be dressed more like the woman in the portrait. MUCH more.
He chuckled to himself and shrugged. "Maybe she is right...Maybe this place is getting to me..Maybe we should just leave as soon as possible..But.." he stopped and grinned as he looked around.."even though the vibe is weird...I kinda like it. It's almost as if a REAL Vampyre was about to steal out from the shadows."

"Ahh...I Do hope you are enjoying your stay...You must excuse Angelica..She has a flair for the dramatic..She was so..ENTHRALLED with this place she never left..and she assumes everyone will feel the same.."

"Well I can see how this place might captivate someone.."
"And what of her? Might she captivate you? Do you not find my cousin at least...intreiguing? She has been lonely for some time now."
"Are you asking me if I like your cousin?" Gerard looked at him like he was nuts.
"NO I am asking if you want her? Do you wish to bed her? I can arrange it."
"WHAT!!??" Gerard yelled a bit to loudly, this guy was creeping the living shit outta him. The look now was more one of 'Not Nuts.. Insane!'
The Blue eyed man snarled.."NO Not Insane..Just very MUCH in control..IF I tell her to she will FUCK you..And she WILL enjoy it..Right until YOUR very last Moment!"
Gerard's eyebrows twitched into a crease. "You ARE Fuckin' INSANE!..and maybe it's YOU that -" He swallowed hard backing away from the hotel "owner". "M- Maybe it's you that makes her stay..Maybe you're holding her prisioner..Captive..Maybe it's YOU she's afraid of."

Marcus smiled. "AND with good reason.."

Gerard was done with this guy. "I'm finding Angelica and telling her when we leave tomorrow, she can come with us..We'll make room atleast as far as the next big city..Then she can dissappear to where you'll never find her!"

"Oh ...I have a feeling that WON'T be happening young man.."
Gee backed up to the stairs and took off running up them..They had to leave this place as soon as possible..ALL of them!

A chuckle growled out of Marcus' lips as he watched Gerard head up the stairs. The young man was panicked, that was clear, and heading to see Angelica. He knew Angelica would not be able to keep from feeding from this boy for long. He was much to beautiful. Marcus himself was even tempted, and would have gone after the boy himself if not for the young lady on the upper floor.
With the thought of her his eyes lifted to the ceiling where he could practally see her panicked heart beat. It reminded him much of the beat that Angelica's heart had possesed in the moments before she became his...forever. As soon as Angelica slipped up and sank her long sharp teeth into that boy's soft flesh he would be free to do the same to that girl...and any others he wanted. As master of this house it was his job to make sure that his guests wanted for nothing...and in the condition he left them there would only be a few things they would want, and most of them he could supply.
Angelica, her body was still soft and beautiful, but now he was longing for a body he did not know every inch of anyl onger. And with nearly hotel full of young ladies...there would be much flesh to explore soon. He was looking forward to owning every one of their souls.
Suddenly a door upstairs slammed shut, angry feet on the wooden floor above. Someone was now alone...
Marcus straitened up his clothes, the smirk still on his face, and began up the stairs with the careful look of a hunter on his face.
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"Vampires? Get real," Frank did not believe her.
"Frank...come on...something strange is going on. I mean...look how upset she is."
Bob did...but just barely.
"But...he was here!"
Josephine could not understand why no one believed her. It made perfect since to her. She had told them about the fact that Marcus, the head of the hotel, had come from the shadows and threatened her with bared teeth and lusty eyes. It was not her fault that he had made her fall asleep when he heard them coming...she knew it was true.
"Look...you were asleep...you are tired. I am sure that it was just a nightmare."
"It was not!"
She was shouting now, tears running down her face. "He was here...you saw the picture...right?"
She was snatching at straws. She had seen Bob griping it limply when she woke up. She pulled it from his hand now.
"See...there he is...right..." her voice failed as she saw the empty spot where Marcus had stood.
"Oh..."
"Maybe you were sleeping Jo..."
That was the last straw. She could deal with the other two not believeing her...but Bob...that was it.
"Fine...I made it up. Whatever...I'm going back to MY room." She stood from the bed and headed to the door, tears prickling her eyes still. She wrenched the door open in a hurry and allowed it to slam behind her.
Jopsephine then ran as far as she could, not caring where her feet carried her just wanting to live to see the light of another day.

Angelica was paniced.

She was HUNGRY! Starving.

And Marcus knew it. He would be egging her on more and more to feed again. In his fervour to posses her those many years ago he had made a rash promise to always place her hunger before his own.

Now he could NOT feed until she had. And she had managed to learn to live on little to nothing.

But then there was not often much to tempt her blood lust.

Tonight that was NOT the case.

Tonight a boy more beautiful, than even Marcus had been the first time she had seen him, was down stairs. He had unknowningly taunted her. His pulse called to her. It's quickening as he had hinted at a liason only serving to sharpen her hunger.

The blood lust was driving her mad. And the simple sexual call of his body to her was making her lose what little hold on sanity she had left.

She could not afford to be alone with him.

The consequences would be dire..at least for him. She KNEW if she was pushed beyond her breaking point, and she was very nearly there she would break.

She smelled his fear before she heard his footsteps thundering up the stairs.

"Angelica?!! Angelica where are you?" he started banging on each door he came across. "Angelica Please! I have to find you! I have to get you out of here! That BASTARD downstairs is crazy! Please...I want to help you!"

Those words moved the still human part of Angelica, without meaning to she opened her door and stuck her head out..he was only a few doors away. He RAN to her and pushed her back into her room. "I did NOT invite you in young man."

"Yeah..wulll It's a good thing I ain't good ol' Marc then...I bet he HAS to wait for an invite!" he said as he looked around the room. It was neat and tidy, decorated as though from before the turn of the century...not 2000, 1900!

He turned slowly, to look at her..there was something off in the room, something Missing..then it suddenly dawned on him...

"There's no mirrors..." he whispered a touch of horror and great amount of sadness filling his words.. "NO MIRRORS! You're...or you THINK you are a .."

"I am Vampyre. I have been for some time...I was a young woman when I met him. Marcus saw me when my father was helping to build the great railroads to open up the west. My father had money and influence. and Vision, he built this hotel as a way station for travelers as a place to stop when the trip from on coast to another was not a simple undertaking. HE made a fortune. I was his only child."

"And Marc saw an easy mark?" he said trying to lighten the mood.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. First he convinced my father that he adored me and that he would give me a wonderful life..I am not sure how much he used his 'influence ' on both my father and I, but none the less we were both convinced. we married with my Father's full consent and blessing."

"And your dad what happened to him?"

"I believe Marcus had a hand in it...but I could never prove it...and even then AT the time...I couldn't believe MY husband could be so evil or cruel. I did not know that until it was far too late...I am trapped here..I am Vampyre...he turned me many years ago. I have no place to hide that he will not find me..and as my Sire I must obey him...and he wants nothing more than for me to feed."

"And s-since the hotel doesn't h-have many guests anymore.." Gerard laughed wryly "Wh-why do I feel like I am Tweety bird turning into a steak when Sylvester the cat l-looks at him?"

"Because I am starving...and the words you said downstairs...and " She reached out to carress his neck, her eyes glowing earily and her fangs now elongating before his very eyes. "Your..pulse...it dances and flutters before me...your body calls to mine...do you not feel it? Do you not WANT to know what it feels like to be FULLY alive? the only way to know that feeling is to be CLOSE to losing that life..to dance on the edge of death.."

Gerard inspite of his fear found himself getting more than a litttle turned on.
"Come lay with me...Come into my arms NOW and KNOW what it feels like to TRULY live!"

Gerard found himself walking slowly, almost against his will, into her arms....

Josephine was still wandering around her floor when the boy that Bob called 'Gee' ran past her in a flurry. She watched him for another moment as he began banging on doors before moving on down the hallway. Anger was simmering in her stomach and hurt tears were glistening on her cheeks. Josephine did not understand She was scared and angry and all alone. Worst of all though she seemed to be lost. She looked for her room, but in her anger she seemed to have taken a wrong hallway or two and was now walking down a decidedly dark and creepy hall.
As she walked her mind wandered toward the creepy master of the hotel 'Marcus'. She dreaded the fact that around any corner it could appear. She just knew somehow that she and the others were in grave danger, but no one seemed to believe her.
Josephine took the photograph out of the pocket of her housecoat. She checked it carefully. The scene of blood and gore was still there, but Marcus was clearly missing. She had seen that before when she looked at it in the same room as Bob and the others, but if he wasn't there where was he? Was he still hiding in Bob's room? Was he stalking her? That thought made her skin crawl and yet...she had to know.
Josephine took her Camera Obscura from her bag and, with a shaking hand took a picture of the hallway in front of her. Out popped the picture from the camera. In her haste she shook the picture to get it to develope faster.
"Please," she mumbled, "please don't be here."
Josephine took a deep breath before looking at the picture, fearing the worst.
As she looked at the picture it slipped from her now limp fingers as a scream began forcing it's way through her throat. It never made it's way out though, because as it worked it's way to the top a cold hand clamped over her throat.
"Oh my," his voice came to her ears in a hushed whisper, "look at the lovely treat I've found myself...such soft skin and your smell..."
He pressed his nose against her neck, breathing in deeper as his hands clamped tighter.
"Like heaven. My Angelica is about to slip...she lays with the boy now and in just a moment..."
A smile slid across his lips that were pressed into her neck.
"And now...now he is her's...like you will be mine."

Josephine swallowed hard, trying to control her panic as she felt his cool breath against her neck. In the back of her mind she wanted to scream, to cry out and have some one save her, but it was useless. Not only was Marcus' hands keeping her from breathing well, let alone scream, but she also did not want to let herself appear so weak to him. In her last moments of life, she wanted to be as brave as she could be.
Still, she shuddered as she felt his cold lips on her neck pull back to reveil sharp teeth that grazed her neck, preparing to bite down into her soft flesh. A moment before he would have had her, he pulled away. He pulled away from her completely, allowing her to drop to the floor, gasping slightly for air. He hissed softly, looking as if he were a beast guarding something. It took her a moment to realize he was only guarding his next meal.
"This way," he hissed, jerking her up by her wrist and pulling her into a hidden room.
"Stay," he growled before closing the door and sliding the lock into place.
Josephine looked at the door, thinking about banging and screaming and crying, but what good would it do? She walked slowly to the bed, trying to ignore the scratch marks on the window-sill, and tried to calm herself. Tried to get herself use to the fact that she was about to die. It could be worse after all. This would probably be...well...fairly quick. She had lead a good life, and maybe her death would allow others to escape.
Still, she watched the door for any sign that someone might happen across the room and save her.
She waited there for nearly half an hour or longer, it seemed, before she heard the soft sound of the lock sliding out of place. Josephine's heart started to race, though she wished it hadn't, as she looked at the door, hoping for rescue.
Her hoped were not in vain, because on the other side of the door was the boy Bob had called Gerard. Out of surprise she leapt up and ran to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He stiffened unsteadly.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you...Marcus and his cousin. They are vampires...she has already killed someone and he is after me. We have to get everyone out," Josephine cried, trying to keep calm.
"Yes, I know about Angelica...she showed me."
"Showed you?"
"Yes," he said in a dreamy voice, "she showed me her gift."
"How...how did you escape," Josephine asked, dreading the answer.
"I didn't."
Josephine felt herself stiffen.
"Marcus is right...you smell pretty, delicious. And your warm body...very alluring."
Josephine swalloed hard, "oh...Gerard..."
"Are you afraid Josephine?"
She shook her head, "no."
"You should be."