𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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HOTEL CARMILLA WAS NOT WHAT SHE HAD EXPECTED FROM A VAMPIRE HOTEL, THEN AGAIN NEITHER HAD MOST OF THE THINGS SHE HAD LEARNED ABOUT VAMPIRES. Entering the lobby, the walls were painted a dark shade of red and the tiles of the floor were a shiny black. It was freezing inside, something she did anticipate.
Goosebumps appeared on Dakota's skin despite her jacket as she rubbed her arms together while Eric guided her toward the front desk. Alright, maybe in the back of her mind she had thought the hotel might look something like the inside of Fangtasia, and she wasn't wrong. Though, the hotel eyed much cleaner.
Eric brought the palm of his hand toward her lower back, barely touching the fabric of her jacket as he led her through a group of vampires, one who immediately smelled the blood in her veins. None of them approached, seeing the tall blonde behind her.
"Good evening," the woman behind the desk spoke, glancing up at the two of them with a kind smile on her face. Dakota didn't know if she was a vampire or not, but from the way she peered at her neck she guessed she had to be. "Reservation?"
"Northman."
The woman gave them a nod and began typing away on her computer, searching the database for Eric's reservation. Dakota glanced around the lobby again, tapping her fingers along her thigh as the soft music played in the background.
"I have two light-lockable rooms with a king sized bed, suites." she smiled, turning her gaze toward Eric. "Double soundproofed."
"Sounds expensive," Dakota muttered to which Eric raised a brow.
"Didn't I say it was all paid for?" he gave her a dazzling smile.
The woman behind the desk handed each of them a card and told them the floor of their rooms. Eric thanked her and motioned for Dakota to follow him toward the elevator's. Suddenly, the vampire stopped in his tracks and Dakota almost bumped into his back.
"Have you eaten?"
He had heard the low rumble in her stomach, something she had barely noticed. Eric wasn't accustomed to spending much times with humans for longer periods of times these days and often forgot they in fact needed actual food. Dakota had been too caught up with admiring the hotel that she didn't even know what time of night it was.
"No," she shook her head, suddenly feeling hungry as she thought about dinner. "I'm sure they have room service here, right?"
