Apocalypse Love

Give you A push

I walked down the hall with Michael before stopped at a door with the number 64 on it. My heart pounded in my chest so loud I could have sworn Michael could hear it. "Wait...." I grabbed Michael hand and stopped him from knocking on the door. He turned to me "What is behind that door Michael?" I asked him. He only smiled "Shall we see?" He suggested before reaching up and knocking three times. Michael then proceeded to open the door and stepping inside. "Ah, if it isn't the son of Satan himself!" A voice rang my ears as I stepped into the room. I see a man with black Raven hair stand from his dinning table. He's got a black mustache and his accent sounds like it's from the 30s. He's wearing a purple and white striped suit that looked to be from the same era. "I wondered when you return to the dark side, tired of saving witches from my hotel?" He asked Michael. His eyes then fall onto me. "Wow...aren't you a very powerful one" He stated before extending his hand out to me. "James Patrick March at your service" he chuckled. "A-Athena...Black" I stuttered out. I've heard about James Patrick March when I went to school. March was a mentally unstable individual with a lust for murder, and saw the Cortez as his own personal abattoir to keep what he wanted. March's murderous ways caught up with him though. Police began investigating the string of deaths, which brought them to the Hotel Cortez where they stormed his room to only see him shoot himself. He was known as the most dangerous serial killer in his time. March tilted his head to the side "Have we met before? You look oddly familiar" March tells me. "I don't think so..." I shake my head. Michael placed his hand on my lower back and began to guide me towards the table. "What gives me the honor to dine with you?" March asked Michael.  "Actually, When I got here I noticed a similar scent that roamed these halls and when I got to your room it was something I couldn't pass" Michael says as we sat down at the table. A maid comes out and begins to serve us food but I didn't want to die any time soon as they begin eating I didn't touch my food. March arched a brow as Michael went on. "Seventeen years ago. A woman showed up at this very hotel" Michael tells March. "She was a beautiful woman and at first you distance yourself, but when checked into this room you could ignore the fact you were drawn to her" Michael goes on. "What does this have to with the reason you are here?" March asked him. Michael turned his head to me "You couldn't keep yourself away from the woman, could you?" Michael then asked him. "Well, that's none of your business. Son of the devil or not--" Michael is quick to cut him off. "Answer the question March, Did you not have a daughter seventeen years ago in this hotel, in this very same room?" Michael questioned. "Yes! Now what does this have to do with anything?" March raised his voice. It hit me and my stomach turned. "No...." I whispered as tears flooded my water line. "What did you do with her?" Michael asked March. "S-she died" he stuttered out. "There is no need to lie Mr. March" Michael laughed. "I'm not, she died in her mother's arms" March tells Michael. "Tell the truth!" Michaels then raised his voice. March suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Fine! I had her sent away!" He confessed. "Her mother wanted to kill her! End her life!" He screamed. "I had a witch come here and place a spell on her, protecting her from what she really is" he shouted. "Then what?" Michael asked. "I had the witch drop her off at a fire station and I never thought twice about it!" He tells Michael. "I wouldn't make a different decision if I had to do it all over again! Because I knew that my heir was out there safe from all harm! Safe from her mother who wanted to end her life" March hissed out. "It is the only damn good thing I've ever done in my entire existence!" He huffed.   "You..." I breathed out. March turned his attention to me and shock displayed his face. Michael rose from his chair slowly. "James Patrick March, let me reintroduce you to Athena Black. Your daughter" Michael spoke. I couldn't do this "What?" March shakes his head. "I...I can't do this" I quickly shot up from my chair and rushing over to the door. "Athena..." Michael called out to me, grabbing my hand before I could leave. "What are you doing? I thought this is what you wanted?" He asked me. "You've always wanted to know where you came from, this is where" he tells me. "I wanted reassurance that I was normal, not some freak spawn of  an insane serial killer" I tell him. "This...isn't what I wanted, this isn't what I asked for and I don't want it. Any of it" I tell him before I quickly rushed out of the room. I needed some air, space away everything.
    I made it to a balcony where I lean against the railing and let out a sigh. Was I really the daughter of James Patrick March? How was this even possible when he's dead. It didn't make sense to me. My mind raced with every thought that Michael could be wrong, but when has he been? "You okay, miss?" I hear woman's voice asked. I turn on my heel to see a beautiful woman with white blonde hair standing just in the doorway. She's wearing a red dress with a white soft fur jacket over her shoulders. "I'm...fine" I nodded, quickly wiping my eyes. "You don't look fine, dear" she pointed out. She stepped closer to me gracefully and I turned away from her. "You're right, when I think I've got everything figured out my life crumbles under my feet. "Poor...child" she says. I turned to her and knit my brows together. "The news must be...horrid" she sighed. "What news?" I questioned. "That James March is your father...." She shakes her head. "I simply wouldn't want to know such a man, let alone have him as a father" she tells me. "How did you know?" I asked him. She let out a dark giggle "Darling, word in this hotel travels fast...I was there Seventeen years ago when James helped birth such evil" she hissed out. "Evil?" I knit my brows together. "Yes, you by far are the closest thing to evil there is. Besides the Son is Satan" she tells me with a smirk. "But you should talk to him, I'm sure he will tell you all about it" She stated. "I can't talk to him, I just want to leave this place and never  back" I sighed. "Alright....but here before you go. Let me give you a push" she says. Suddenly my body was thrown over the railing and I let out a scream as I was now hanging from the railing, dangling 8 floors above my death below.