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CHAPTER 12: Who is James Partick March

"So how was your meeting with my ex-wife?" He finally asked. The question I had been dreading this whole time.

"It went well! She's a very charismatic lady." I said and smiled politely.

"Has she... turned you?" He asked, and his eyes narrowed.

I just starred blankly at him for what seemed like forever. I just couldn't think of anything to tell him. After all, I didn't want to upset him.

But then he spoke again. He lit a cigarette and stuck it between his lips.
"You can tell me. Even if she did, there's nothing I could do to change that. Nothing I would want to, anyway."

"I don't want to upset you, James." I said slowly and avoided his gaze.

"Darling." He said with a soft tone as he came over to me and held my cheek in his hand. "Don't worry about me. I'll survive." He said with a small laugh and then retracted his hand.

I exhaled deeply, "Yes. She turned me. That's why I didn't want you to see me. I was still covered in blood." I said and looked over to hi., since he had sat back down.

"Oh darling, I would have loved to see you like that." He said excitedly.

"I don't think I understand. It wouldn't bother you?" I asked, confused.

"Has Elizabeth not told you about me?" He asked, looking a bit upset.

"Well, she did mention that you are not like her. That you are a ghost, is that right?" I asked.

"Oh my darling Y/N. I am not the man you think I am." He said with a sly grin on his face. "Yes, I am a ghost. However, I am also a killer." He said and poured two drinks. Of which he handed me one before sitting down again. "You see the very reason I built this Hotel, was to kill." He said and even seemed to take pride in doing so.

"What do you mean by that James?" I asked, curious what he might tell me.

"You see my darling. There are floors that lead into nothing. Rooms that aren't actually there, and secret passages oh and so much more. All intended to make people dissapearing easy as pie." He said and grinned.

"But why? What were your intentions?" I asked, intrigued by this dark side of him.

"Because, why not." He said and laughed.