Strange Love

Chapter 3

" So...you're Alana Moore. Well, you look tasty." Mr. March said.
I can't see his face but I can see him taking out a small blade. Mr. March slices my throat and starts licking the blood.

I wake up sweating.
"It was just a dream." I don't know much about this Mr. March, and I've never seen him, but I feel so attracted to him yet so terified. I head down to the bar to get a drink, and I see Ms. Evers freaking out.

"Ms. Moore! Oh thank god! I need you in room 64 now!"

"What is it?"

"A very messy clean up."

"Okay, I'll put on my uniform."
"Hurry."

I go up to my room to put on my uniform. I walk out, and knock on room 64's door. No one answers.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Come in." Mr. March says.

I can't wait to see him, yet I'm so nervous.
I open the door, and there stands a beautiful, well put together man with dark hair, and a small mustache. He is very handsome.

"Finally, I meet the famous Ms. Moore." He says to me.

"I can say the same about you." I reply.

" I like your personality already."

"Mr. March, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Oh, right, yes, here on the floor. Can you please get this stain out?"

"I would be happy to."

He is better than I imagined. Everything about him is just so attractive.

"Ms. Moore, it's very nice to meet you, it will be nice having a young face around here."

"Thank you Mr. March."

" Please, call me James, a face like yours shouldn't be looking up to someone like me."

"Well, James, thank you."

"No, thank you."

I start blushing, and then I get back to my work. A few minutes later the stain is out.

"Oh Alana, what a nice job, I will have to make a bigger mess next time just so I can see your beautiful face longer."

"Your quite handsome yourself, Mr. March, I mean James."

"Goodbye Alana."

I smile, and head straight to the bar. 'I definitely need a drink.' I sit at the bar for hours, and hours just slowly drinking about every brand they have. I can feel that I am drunk so I head to my room to start a bath. I get in, and once again I doze off.

Mr. March knocks on my door and I tell him to come in.

"Where are you Alana?" He says.

"In the bathroom." I reply.

I hear the door knob wiggle, but I thought I locked the door. Mr. March walks in.

"What are you doing!?"

"I'm sorry, would you rather I leave?"

"No. Stay."

"Okay, I will."

He begins to unbutton his shirt, and I wake up...

"Ugg, how long have I been in here?" I say to myself.
I get out of the tub to put on a robe. I look at the clock and it is two in the morning. I need sleep, real sleep. I take off my robe and jump into bed.