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Nightshade

Y/N walked into the grim hotel. She had only planned to stay for a few days because of family. So, not wanting to waste time, she got her key and started to walk up to the room. The hallways were long, tiring and dark. It slightly scared Y/N, she was unsure where to go but tried anyway. "Room..30." She mentioned to themselves, looking at the dark key.

James, on the other side of the hallway, was looking at the woman. She looked mysterious and like she was a woman who potentially could be with James. He liked the look of her, and the scared energy she radiated. He walked towards her, but Y/N opened her room door and closed it just as quickly. It made James wonder what she was doing in the room.

"She smells like you James." The Countess mentioned, walking past James. She had been walking behind you nonchalantly, like another guest in the hotel. But she could tell who you were, what you were here to do. To see if the curse was real.

"She does?" James asked, smiling confidently. He tugged at his blazer, adjusting it. "Well, she is a pretty bird. If I see her again, I may converse with her." The Countess nodded, and walked off, presumably to her own room.

What were you doing while this was happening?

Your ear was to the door, listening to see if anything went on. You had heard of ghosts, but never believed in them. Before the Hotel Cortez. Ghosts lived and ran the place. You absolutely did not believe that James Patrick March was still there, so you went there yourself to see.

Telling your sister was easy, she made it out without being killed, as she said to you. So she made an easy excuse for your parents. New York was a bustling city, rife with energy. The energy you felt you needed after living in a small, rural town for your whole life. Everyone knew everyone personally it was that small. Everyone going to dinner, everyone doing errands. The village always had one big Thanksgiving every year. It bored you to tears after a while.

You wanted Thanksgiving and Christmas in a city. Not a village.

Your two bags didn't hold much. But distracted, you didn't hear the knock, and James open the door, and it knocked you over, your temple immediately shooting pain all around your head. "ow.." You whined, vision blurry.

"Oh! I am so sorry my dear, let me help you up." James took a gentle hold of your hand and arm, bringing you up. Stood up now, your vision cleared, but a hand still holding your temple. The pain still shooting. But once your vision cleared, the shock took over. There he stood. The owner of the Hotel. James Patrick March. "How are you on this fine evening? I always like to say hello to our visitors."

"you're...you are.." You weakly held up a finger, pointing to the handsome, and well-dressed man. He encapsulated you, but you didn't want that. You couldn't have that. You carried nightshade with you everywhere so people wouldn't touch you. Thankfully, you took out of your pockets around your family. But then you remembered James was dead. He would not be affected by the flower.

"Yes indeed. It is a shock, I understand that." James just had that smile on his face. You knew it. You had heard too much about the man. But the shock faded, and you just looked bewildered instead. "You have heard of me. I can tell."

"uh, fucking yeah. You're the one who helped the 12 commandments killer." You said in a very 'duh!' way. It had slipped your mind how clever this gentleman was. How he built the hotel. He could so easily take your waist around his arms and put a knife to your neck, letting the blade feel every fold of your skin. Then he lets the knife open your neck, blood covering his lovely, navy suit. It slipped your mind of how much he adored killings, and how much he loved to kill.

The realisation soon hit the front of your brain, and then you just sat down on your uncomfortable bed. It was hard, and like the springs had broken. It felt like you had to pull a spring away from your ass so you were comfortable. But James soon held the nightshade up to himself examining it. "I find it odd, sweet bird, that you can keep this flower in your pockets and not die from it when it's so close to you."

"I'm poison myself arent I?" You mentioned, a dark look on your face. "This is a place where people go to die. I am no different." You got up and yanked the flower from James' grip. The words that left your lips made the man raise an eyebrow. He took your free hand and twirled you around so you were against the wall.

"You are like me, my new bird." He smirked, slightly towering over you. You were wearing small heels, so you were only a bit taller.

"I am?"

James nodded, inhaling your own scent before the nightshade's scent. "You are so familiar."

You didn't want to hide your secret from the serial killer. But you thought he was crazy, he was out of his mind, and you definitely had a feeling he whacked off after every kill. But you erased that thought from your mind, as a vivid imagination was coming to your brain. "You like violence too." He said, letting you go from his own hold.

"What?" You sputtered, forgetting which bag had your handgun in. So you opened one and your gun was there on top of your toiletries. Suddenly you felt a bit embarrassed, he was right about you, and how mysterious you felt. He knew you were wasting time, conversating with him.

Your thoughts were racing. Your suicidal ideation, your suicide note that you left on your bedside drawer, your teddies that were in your other bag, your friend's faces, how hot James looked staring you down.

Wait what?

"I won't stop you hummingbird. I won't stop anyone. I'll just let Miss Evers know that your body must be cleaned up." He stated the words like a regular fact. Like it was a normal occurrence. What you were thinking, of course, it was a normal occurrence! You were in The Hotel Cortez.

Both you and James were poison. Death crawled to you and him. Death was by your side 24/7. Unintentionally the perfect match. Death couldn't cheat you and James. Death was in a box with the two.

But now James had you in a chokehold.

You knew you wanted to end your reign of poisoning people, but you started to think about your loved ones and the people who you helped. They eventually did it anyway, they just waited for you to not come see them.

Death.

The noise.

It scared no one.

No one was shocked, no one was surprised. Not even James. He knew. He knew you were done being poison. But he felt maybe you could be poison with him forever. The windows were suddenly painted a dark red. Thank god no one was in the alleyway, to see the splatter. Words came and went past you.

Your eyes were back to blurry. A woman in white smiled at James. She said something. You were unsure of what she said, but soon she walked away. James got closer and closer to you. He held out a hand. So you took it, he brought you up and placed a cold, dead kiss on your now ruined and red lips. It felt energetic. if that could happen now.

Finally. Your own death.

It had consumed you. It encapsulated you in a box that you had a death in. Now death had won this fight. What were you going to do now?