Sally McKenna x reader

Part 1

(Y/N) = your name
(Y/L/N) = your last name
(Y/H/C)= your hair colour
(Y/E/C)= your eye colour

Iris pov:
It was just like any other day. I was sat in the staff lounge daydreaming of how different my life could of been if that bitch , the countess, didn't take my boy away from me. But this is my life now, waiting here for the hotels next innocent victim to waltz in, ring the bell and get the keys for their room. Thats when I heard it. The high pitched chime of the bell from hell. I sat still , waiting for the constant ringing of the bell when the impatient person realises that I haven't come to them quick enough to their demand. But it was silent. I walked through the glass door which separated the staff room from the reception and saw a young woman standing beside two big suitcases. She must of been in her early 20s because no wrinkles were in sight , her skin was smooth too. she had damp (Y/h/c) which fell down just past her shoulders and was wearing tracksuit bottoms with a sweatshirt which had drops of water embedded all over.

"Horrible weather today."she laughed as I made my way over to the desk.
"That's rare for Los Angeles, How may I help you today?" I asked with a smile, she wasn't like the others who wandered into this hell hole. She was different. She was kind.
"Um, I have a room booked under the name (y/n),(y/l/n)." She said while looking up at me and returning the kind smile.
"No problem. So, what brings you to hotel cortez?" I said trying to find out what it was about her that was so different.
"I just moved here from Nevada, I'm starting fresh. I actually searched this place up on google before I came and I find it all fascinating. The owner, James Patrick March, he's my great grandfather. I did a dna test to find out more about it myself and there he was, in my family tree. Don't worry I'm not a killer like him." (y/n) laughed.
Bingo! That's what why she was different, she was one with this hotel.
"I'm not worried, in fact I'm delighted. Welcome to your new home (y/n). Your room number is 57 , it's on the 4th floor. There is an elevator over there but it's better if you take the stairs, it has a mind of it's own sometimes and takes you where you don't want to be." I said, handing the key over to her. She just stood there, taking in everything I said , until she turned and began to head off with each suitcase in one hand. I watched her as she walked away but then she stopped and turned to face me.
"I didn't catch your name" she shouted from the stairs.
"My names iris" I answered.
"Thank you iris, it was nice to talk to you. Hopefully I'll see you around."
And that was that. I watched her struggle to go up the stairs and fade away into the maze of rooms.

A raspy voice shook me out of my daydream,
"I've got dibs on this one iris."
It was sally, she stood in the middle of the lounge and was looking in the direction where (y/n) left. Her blonde hair was crimped and her pale skin made her dark lipstick stand out. She wrapped her Leopard print coat around her and turned her focus onto me.
"I don't think you'd want to touch this one sally, she's Jame's great granddaughter and I think you just might like her." I said confidentiality , looking straight into her eyes so the message would sink in. Sally let out a sarcastic laugh and was gone.