Hotel Cryptid [completed]

A hard truth

It was dreary at the hotel after Beckett's unfortunate death. All the workers were cautious. I mean, it could happen to any of them.

Charles kept to himself as usual. Remembering his time when he had his freedom. He gently sighs as he sits in the library, outside the lobby, watching guests go by.

He saw one boy in a leather jacket and that took him back to 1953, back when he was there.

Charles walked down the street of his town. Many stared. Girls in poodle skirts and Mary-Janes, boys in leather jackets and jeans. You could say Charles was a greaser. He used stuff like that when he sort of does his hair. He proudly wears his leather jacket, jeans and white T shirt. "Hey! Charlie!", A boy called. Charles looked back. It was Damian, a guy he was friends with. "Yeah?", Charles responded to his friend. "There's a new night spot downtown called 'Hotel Cryptid', we oughta go there. We could pick up some girls, get a few drinks and party", Damian explains his reasons for trying to find Charles, or Charlie as he calls him.

Charles agreed. He wasn't so fond of the 'picking up girls' part. Damian didn't know, but Charles personally was attracted to men. Of course he didn't tell anyone. He wanted to tell Damian. He somewhat liked Damian, but Charles, who grew up in a strict Christian household, didn't think it was allowed. When in actually, he was allowed to love whoever he wanted. Charles was 27 now. 

That night. Him and Damian went to the hotel they talked about. Both dressed in their leather jackets. They danced and drank. Talks to girls and just talks between themselves.

That night was wild. Best night of their lives. When it was just around three a.m. Damian and Charles sat together at the bar, drinking booze together.  It was late and the whole town was winding down. 

Instead of going home, Charles and Damian decide to walk around the hotel. The hotel was gorgeous. You could tell is was for rich people. At least it seemed that way. The shimmering lights dazzled the surrounding area. Damian and Charles both got weird stares. But they didn't mind.

They went to a balcony and watched the stars. The stars brightened the sky, making it look like there were diamonds there. The moon was the brightest of all. It was a full moon.

Charles leaned on his friend. Unaware of anything else around. If he could have it his way, he could be with Damian forever. Maybe tonight was the night to tell him. "Hey, Damian?", Charles says. "Hm?", Damian hums in response. "What do you think of dating guys?", Charles asks with hesitation. He didn't know how Damian would react despite knowing Damian for years. "I don't know. I've never dated one", Damian responds, looking at the stars. They stood in silence. "Well, I-", suddenly a gun shot was heard and Charles flinched hard. He felt a horrible pain in his back. Another shot was heard right after the other. Another pain in Charles' back, this time so close to his heart, he thought he was having a heart attack or something. One last shot, then silence.

By the time Damian could look back, the person who shot was gone. "Charles?!", Damian almost yelled in panic. Charles by now had fallen to his knees. "I-I just got shot!", Charles yells. Damian gets to his knees and holds Charles, not knowing what to do. Charles was dying, and quickly at that.

They sat there. Damian listened to Charles' breaths slow. "What were you going to tell me...?", Damian asks, breaking the soft silence. "I was saying...", Charles hesitates, "I like you. I like boys", he finally says. Damian was shocked. He wasn't fully expecting that. "I like you too, Charlie", Damian softly says. A small smile fell on to Charles' face. Damian moved the hair from Charles' eyes. Charles didn't know it, but Damian liked boys and girls.

After another few moments. Charles' breathing slowed to a stop. Damian felt as a tear slipped down his cheek.

Charles sighed softly. "What are you thinking about?", Tabitha, whom was know by Charles, asks. "Damian", Charles answers. "Who's Damian?", Tabitha continues asking. "My love", Charles sighs again. "Is he here?", Tabitha looks around. "Oh little one. My love died already. I would see him again if I could", Charles answers the young Tabitha. "Oh", was all Tabitha could think to say. A soft tune, like piano tune, played throughout the hotel. It sounded nice, soothing...