𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 ━ year is 1991, serial killers have been popping up from all over the country, from cannibals like Jeffery Dahmer to crazed murderers like Richard Ramirez. In the latest string following a cold...
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There was a small bar in the hotel lobby where guests could come any time of the day to drink their sorrows away. So that's exactly what she did. She sat down at one of the many bar stools and waited to be served. Just then a familiar face peeked around the corner. It was the bald girl again.
She wore a light shade of blue to match her thick noticeable eye shadow. "Hey, sugar tits!" She exclaimed in a flamboyant tone. She skipped over to me before learning on the counter. "You do realize it's two in the morning, right." Elusive glared at the seemingly ecstatic woman in front of her.
"I didn't come out here to be babied, I'm a grown woman and can stay out however late I wish." She stated. "Now now, no need for any of that. What can I get for ya, honey?" The woman asked. "A glass of red wine will do nicely." Elusive placed her hand on her forehead. The woman went back to where the bottles were kept and popped the lid off.
Once the cork was off she let the wine run into the fancy-looking glass. She placed the glass in front of Elusive and she took with without hesitation. "The names Liz, Liz Taylor, if you were wondering." The girl on the opposing side of the counter announced. Elusive took one big swig from the glass before placing it back on the table.
She enjoyed the feeling of the cool liquid rushing down her warm throat. Just then someone approaches the bar and sat down next to her. He held up a finger and announced, "I'll have a margarita cocktail." She turned her attention to the guy sitting next to her.
"What do you want, Ted." She asked, out of every seat in the bar he chose to sit next to her. "Cutting right to the chase are we?" He asked in a mocking tone. Ted Bundy, the killer who was said to have killed hundreds of women but not having enough evidence to support this outrageous claim was only charged with 30 accounts of murder in numerous states.
"Bartender, get this lovely lady another red wine." He shouted as Liz was preparing his drink. "I'll just have this one." She declared."I'm not interested in anything you have." A devilish smirk appeared on his face after she refused his offer.
"Smart girl." The drink he ordered was placed in front of him. He thanked Liz before taking a small drink from his cocktail. "So you're the killer on the rise I take it?" He asked, she didn't reply to his senseless small talk and focused on her drink.
"I see how it is, not going to talk to me?" She stood up from her seat, seeing as the mass murderer wasn't going to stop trying to shoot his shot, she would bring her presence elsewhere. "Thanks for the drink Liz." She layed the empty glass on the counter and left the scene.
"Look what you did, you drove her away," Liz shouted, aggregated at the former killer. She approached the elevator and was ready to go back upstairs when she saw something in front of her. It was a man with black hair and glasses. This man resembled her imprisoned father to a T. From the way he was dressed to the way he stood, everything was the same.
"Father..." She called out, suddenly the man started down the hall to the left which was out of her line of sight. Her steps sped up as she grew closer to the corner. When she peeked around there he was, staring at her with those lifeless eyes. He was at the end of the hall which no normal human could have done at the speed he was walking. And she knew that.
"You're not my father, are you." She spoke in a harsh voice. This thing whatever it was wasn't human in the slightest. The way it looked at her with such lifeless emotions was chilling. She wouldn't be led on today, she turned around and went back the way that she had come, her heels clicking as she walked.
Before she knew what hit her she was spun around and shoved into the wall with a loud thud. A large hand covered her mouth as she stared blankly at her attacker. He had jet-black hair with a little bit of crimson on the tips. It wasn't the same guy she had been following previously, but Elusive knew she didn't like the situation he had thrown her in.
His breathing was heavy and his words slurred as he spoke. "Look here lady I'm not going to deal with your shit so don't scream and it will make this easier on both of us." He said in a hushed voice. She wasn't amused in the slightest, she had no plan to struggle or scream for help. Instead, this was the situation she had hoped for, with all that happened today she could use a refreshing kill.
Elusive could feel his warm breath brushing against her soft pale neck. Soon there was a sharp pain, she had been expecting him to grab for a knife or something in his pockets, but instead, he bit down hard on her skin. She whimpered unintentionally as he did so, his teeth weren't incredibly sharp but it was enough to draw some blood.
She could feel the blood draining from her veins as he sucked. She managed to reached into a small pocket located on her dress and pulled out her signature pocket knife. His biggest mistake was not pinning down her hands. The blade popped open and she struck him in the side of his neck, hitting his jugular.
His eyes dialed and his hands gravitated towards his neck. The man then put his hand in his line of slight and saw that he was covered in his own crimson color. He peered into her unfeeling eyes as he collapsed on the floor in a fit of pain. She placed her hand on her neck, feeling the small puncture wounds along with the trickling blood.
She vision became blurred as she tried to get to the elevator. Though he had only sucked on her for a minute, he had managed to take a significant amount of her blood quantity. Unable to walk straight she clumsily ran into the wall.
Everything was distorted, it felt as if the room was shaking in a violent earthy quake. All she needed to do was get back to the room she figured. And with that extra motivation she stumbled into the empty elevator. Her eyes widened as she attempted to press the right floor number.
"Fuck." She uttered under her breath. Her index finger traced over the buttons, she randomly pressed one and just prayed that it was right. The whole hotel was in a endless spinning motion. She ambled down the hall and opened her door. It was locked.
Unable to stand for any longer, her legs collapsed beneath her leaving her no choice but to follow. She slid down the door as blood dropped one by one down her neck, staining the carpet with the beautiful crimson color. As her vision failed out she could make out the sight of someone towering above her before she fainted from blood loss.
