I make my way into the lavish entery of the hotel lobby. My palms sweat walking over to the clerk who looks white as snow—obviously one of them.
"Hi I am-"
"Y/n...Yes...so I have been told," the man says letting the words roll off his tongue almost in slow motion.
I try to swallow back the fear that is scratching to scream out, but if I can't get past a bellhop. How the hell am I going to talk to the man that I came here for?
"He is expecting you. I must say though, you are rather...tasteful," the clerk says handing me an old key.
I take it quickly and make my way toward the old elevator. Could this be any more cliche? I take a deep breath as the numbers fly by tapping the recorder that is thrown over my shoulder.
"You got this Y/n. He is a vampire you know this, but you work for the New York Times. If he wanted to feed on you then he wouldn't have invited you to his...room," you say to yourself.
Everything about vampires is very hear say. You hear something about them, some things are true some things are not. They started to come to the light again during the 1920s. A mere horror niche, it scared humans so much that the vampires must have gone back into hiding. It has been in folklore for a long time though. Many people from history believed in them. As the decades passed and centuries went on it became some of a myth. Trickling into the 90s it even became a fad. People dressed up as what they thought they were, not knowing the true depth of who vampires are and what they are capable of. Now that it is 2005, they have decided to make themselves known.
And that is where I come in, I am a journalist for the New York Times. Hold your applause I know that it is a great achievement, and I have worked my ass off to get it. Vampires in the year 2003 started to come to rise in media. Animal attacks and whatnot. Over the past two years, major cities have had their 'leaders' comes forward and start to talk about who vampires are and that they have been among us for as long as time. Every time that they have been on the news they have averted any type of noise to what is their weakness.
They say that the majority are like us and are peaceful, they drink blood bags and hunt animals from the woods. They are tired of hiding in the shadows of humanity and think that it's time for all of us to be aware of one another, but some breathers are skeptical. I for one am fascinated.
With that, I can't shake the nervousness that I feel at this moment. Coming to meet with the head of New York, basically who is leading the whole operation and is the head of the head. No one has ever seen him, no one even knows his name. The fear is something that I can't shake. He could be my landlord for all I know.
They call him Party Poison amongst the lower class, where he gets that name I have no idea. The higher class and more known vampires call him the Princess of Darkness. Must be where Ozzy got it from.
The elevator opens and I am met with lush red carpets and long dim corridors.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I say sighing as I step out. I allow my eyes to try to adjust to the dimness; after they are unable to, I make my way toward what I think is the room number. After passing a few rooms I finally find what I think is the room that I need.
I lift my hand up to knock but I hear a voice from the other side.
"Come in warm one," I hear I think a voice say, one of velvet and...New Jersey. Ew. I press my hand firmly onto the door handles, allowing my heartbeat to soften by taking a deep breath. I am unsure if he can hear that stuff, and I don't want him to think that he can take advantage of my fear. I have a reputation to uphold.
