The Hotel Cortez (a fanfic)

Chapter 2

When Donovan and Lauren reached the ice machine. He stood back while she filled her bucket up.
He smiled and blushed, because he thought she was 'just so beautiful... Could this be my way to get back at Elizabeth?'
"What?" She smiled back, as she placed the ice scooper back in the machine.
"Nothing. You're just... different. Would you care to have a drink with me tonight.. down in the lobby?" asked Donovan.
"Yeah. That'd be nice." Lauren smiled as she gazed back into his eyes.
"Of course, after you get settled in." he added.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm almost done. I just have to get my suitcase unpacked."
Lauren said as she continued down the hall.
"It's a lovely place here. You'll never wanna check out... trust me." said Donovan as he watched her leave. Lauren turned around and smiled as she turned the corner.
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The Countess and Tristan arrived at the party in style. Yet, it wasn't the party that Tristan was expecting. They arrived at an old warehouse in the darker part of LA.
"Where's the party babe?" He chuckled as he looked around.
"Just wait."
Elizabeth opened the door and the lights were all off. She seemed very suspicious as she looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Be quiet." She whispered.
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When she turned the bright fluorescent lights on. There was four other people in the room. They were all tied to chairs and drugged. Two girls and their boyfriends.
"Holy sh*t, I didn't know we were getting dinner." Tristan smiled.
"You will see that I'm full of surprises." said The Countess as she pulled two gloves out of her purse. A black one and a silver one.
"Here." She said as she handed the black one to Tristan.
"Who should we kill first?" He asked as he approached the couples.
"You get the girl on that end, and I'll get this one." she said and then flicked her finger. That's how the razor sharp claw activated.
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They both stood in front of the girls and could already smell their fresh blood. Their boyfriends enlightened with fear. Then Elizabeth took the first slice. The girl's blood sprayed out of her neck as Elizabeth opened her mouth.
"My turn?" Tristan asked.
Without hesitation, he jabbed his sharp blade into the second girl's throat. Then he feed on her sweet blood. - Soon before they realized, Elizabeth and Tristan were drenched in all four of the teens' blood.
"Now that's my kind of party." He smiled as he wiped his face.
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Meanwhile, Lauren heard some moaning coming from out in the hall. She stepped outside and realized that it was really coming from the room next to her...
room 64. She shook her head with a smile, because she found it quite humorous. Then she walked back into her room, and put her headphones in.
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Detective John Lowe panted as he pumped in and out of Sally. She bit her lip while she arched her back on the hotel bed. John looked up to the ceiling with his eyes shut and mouth open. It felt amazing, considering that he hadn't gotten any sex from Alex in a while. Then that's when he realized...
"Alex." he said as he stopped thrusting.
"What's wrong?" Sally asked.
John began to cry, and collapsed beside her.
"Alex. It feels wrong." He said as he stopped crying.
"You guys are practically divorced John. I thought this is what you needed." she said, as she grabbed a box of cigarettes from the side table. She lit one up, and filled the room with smoke.
"Yeah.. I know.. But still. I have a kid and I barely know you." He said; cuffing his hands over his face.
Sally moved to get on top of him and rubbed her hand against his chest.
"You know me more than you think you do. And who can resist that big c*ck?" she said seductively, as she glided her hand down to it. She began to jerk him off, so that way they could finish what they started.
His eyes shut once again due to the pleasure.
Then suddenly, it stopped.
Sally disappeared and not even a trace of her smoke was left.
"Why hello, John." said Mr March, appearing in the corner of the room. John opened his eyes and realized Sally was gone. He grabbed the blanket and covered his naked body.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Well, you appear a little... hard there. Eh boy?" Mr March chuckled. "Oh Sally.. She seems to have that effect... Gotta love her." He added as he sat down in a chair. The smoke from his pipe replaced what was missing from Sally's cigarette.
"I said, what do you want?" John replied in frustration.
"I want to know why you left my dinner so early.. Hmm? You see Devils Night is an important time for me. It allows me to reunite with some of favorite killers... and you're one of my favorites, John...
My copycat." said Mr March with a grin.
"Copycat?" John asked with confusion.
"Yes. A few years ago, you tried to copy my murders.. by following the Ten Commandments. Good choice by the way. But... you didn't quite get away with it. You're dead John. You're wife, your son. They're all dead. You're mind has a problem. You do things without knowing what you're doing. In this case, you were committing murder. You were a cop with a broken family. A loss. Holden was your loss. And then you're mind went into a trance. You became a fan of mine, in your psychological spare time... And then tried to copy my madness. What I'm really trying to get at is... Wake up and welcome to hell John. Stop living in denial." preached Mr March as he smoked his pipe one last time.
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"John... John! Wake up." said Sally as she shook his face.
"I'm not the killer!" He shouted waking up from a dream.
"What?" She asked.
John quickly looked around the room, trying to see if Mr March was there.
"John! What the hell, you feel asleep... Am I really that bad at giving a hand-job?" she asked as she got up off the bed.
"No. I-I don't know what happened." He said standing up.
"Yeah I know what happened. You seriously need to get your sh*t together." said Sally, as she grabbed her leopard print jacket.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm just really tired.. Can we try it again sometime?" He asked grabbing her shoulder.
"Yeah, of course. But you better not come at me with that Ten Commandments bullsh*t again." she said as she left the room; only covered in her leopard print jacket and a handful of clothes.
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John rubbed his eyes because he couldn't believe the dream that he had. It wasn't a dream, "it was nightmare" he thought.
He grabbed his boxers from the floor and put them back on. Then he turned the light out and laid back down for bed.
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Meanwhile, Lauren went to go meet up with Donovan at the bar. When she got there, the only ones there was him and a drag queen named Liz Taylor; who was surprising the bartender.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hey." she said taking a seat at the barstool.
"What can I get for ya?" asked Liz with a sassy attitude.
"Just a Martini please." she smiled.
Liz rolled her eyes and went to pour the drink.
"So where are you from?" asked Donovan.
"I'm from New York." she responded.
"Oh really.. Then what are you doing way over here?" He asked.
"Well I do some modeling, and I'm looking for a new agent. Do you know of any perhaps?" She asked with curiosity.
"Do I look like a fashion guy to you?" He chuckled.
"No but you're awfully handsome - Sorry I didn't.. mean..." said Lauren as her face got red.
"It's okay." Donovan smiled. "But yeah, I do know Will Drake... He's not an agent but he's a fashion designer that knows some agents." He added.
"Oh yeah, I met him when I checked in. He was uh... friendly." she chuckled.
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The Countess and Tristan suddenly walked into the lobby's entrance.
Their clothes were blood-stained.
The first thing Elizabeth noticed, was that Donovan was sitting up at the bar with a girl. A new face. Possibly his next love interest... and she couldn't let that happen.
"That's the new girl." Tristan whispered.
"I see." said The Countess with rage in her eyes.