The Hotel Cortez (a fanfic)

Chapter 5

Sally left Tristan's room after they had sex. She told him that if he ever needed her, to just come and find her.
Tristan sprawled out on the bed with a cigarette that she had gave him before she left. Then suddenly, Will Drake appeared in the room. He had a tuxedo on with a big smile.
"What the hell?" Tristan said as he quickly got up. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"I bet you thought you seen the last of me." Will chuckled.
"I-I thought I killed you." he stuttered with confusion.
"You did." said Will, pulling out a cigar.
"This isn't real."
Tristan lifted his right hand and smacked himself across the face. He thought he was dreaming.
"Oh.. It's real." Will laughed. "You see... When people die in this hotel, their spirits still remain. And guess what?.. I'm gonna haunt the f*ck out of you." He added.
"So you're saying ghost are real?" asked Tristan with disbelief.
"I guess they are... I just wanna know why you killed me. I thought you loved me!" shouted Will.
"Love. I never loved you! I just wanted a good blowjob." He chuckled.
"Well then I guess that's what I get for falling for a junkie." said Will as a tear rolled down his face.
"Oh please, give me a break-" said Tristan, and then suddenly Mrs Evers walked in.
"Oh. I should've knocked." she said covering her eyes with one hand.
Tristan stood there with his d*ck hanging.
"Sorry." He said tying his white robe.
"I have some fresh towels, if you would like them." said Mrs Evers; taking her hand off her face.
"Yeah thanks." Tristan said as he walked towards her. He realized that Will disappeared.
"You're welcome sir." She said handing him the towels.
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Once Mrs Evers left the room, Tristan dropped the towels on the floor and started heading for the elevator.
When he got on, he selected the lobby. Sally was leaning up in the corner.
"Oh hey, I didn't know you were in here." He said as he spotted her.
"I couldn't resist." she smiled.
"Ready for round 2?" said Tristan, untying his robe.
"Yeah something like that." she laughed as the lights began to flicker.
"Woah. What's going on?" He said looking around.
"Don't worry... Big boy."
Sally slowly went down to the floor; kissing his abs.
"God you're so hot." He smiled.
Then suddenly, something grabbed Tristan and threw him up against the wall. The creature ripped his robe off and began to thrust him in the a** with a metal strap-on.
Tristan screamed due to the pain.
Sally started to cry, and got closer to them.
"Say I love you, Sally." She said.
"Why?" Tristan sobbed with his face pressed against the wall.
"Say it!" she shouted.
"I-I love you Sally." Tristan stuttered as the life flowed out of him.
"That's better." she said, rubbing his face.
The creature disappeared and the lights stopped flickering.
Tristan was dead.
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Meanwhile, Donovan was cleaning his up room up and someone knocked on the door.
He walked over to open it.
"Hello Donovan." said Ramona.
"Why are you here?" He asked looking out into the hall. "Come in." He added.
"What happened to our revenge plan? You said you were gonna meet up with me last night." she asked.
"I know but... you see I met this girl, and I kinda like her. So, I decided to have a drink and we crashed in here.." said Donovan; knowing that he completely forgot.
"What girl?" Ramona asked with sass.
"Her names, Lauren. She checked in yesterday." he said.
"Yesterday? Don't you think that's a little early to be falling for this b*tch." she asked.
"Well for one, she's not a b*tch. And for two, why do you care?"
"Because Donovan, you can't be moving on already. That's not what we're here to do... We're here to get even with Elizabeth. You know, for throwing us out on the streets?"  asked Ramona walking towards him.
"I know.. But, can't we just wait another day?" He asked.
"... Fine. One more day. But if you're still not ready; then I'm killing her myself." said Ramona walking for the door.
"Thank you... I just need a little more time to think this all through." said Donovan.
"Well you better think fast."
-
Minutes after Ramona left the room, Lauren came running in.
"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.
"Will Drake is dead." she said.
"Are you serious?"
-
They both went down to the lobby, and witnessed all the commotion. Will's body was in a black bag, and was being wheeled out by the ambulance.
"We would like all guest to head back to their room." said John.
"I live here. What's going on?" asked Donovan.
"Well, we found Will Drake dead up in his office. Actually... Lauren found him." John said looking over at her.
"Yeah." She agreed.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Donovan asked.
"Well... We don't think he's gonna make it. His throat was sliced." said John.
"I wanna ride with him. Stay here." said Donovan running for the ambulance.
"Um sir!" John shouted.
"It's okay... I think they were close." said Lauren interrupting him.
"Oh... I see. Well thank you for that, I guess. It brings me one step closer to finding this bastard." he said giving her handshake.
"No problem." She scoffed.
"I wouldn't stay here if I were you... This seems to be the hotspot." he said.
"Hotspot for what?" Lauren asked.
"Darkness."
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"John, can I talk to you?" asked a detective across the lobby.
"Yeah just a sec!... Have a nice night." He smiled.
"You too, Sir."
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As the ambulance headed for the hospital, Donovan unzipped the body bag. He took a deep breath and smiled at Will. Even though he was dead, Donovan could still smell the life in him. He went down and started to lick Will's neck.
When he's around Lauren; all he can think about is feeding on her. But at the same time, he cares for her.
When they arrived at the hospital; the paramedics ran back to get Will, and rushed him into the ER. They didn't pay much attention to the fact that Donovan was missing, but he was. He jumped out the back and into a ditch; minutes before they got there.
Donovan stopped a taxi and headed back for the hotel. He wiped his face; just in case there was some blood.

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Meanwhile, Sally began to sew Tristan into a mattress. The mattress of room 52. She made sure that his body was completely stuffed inside, and started to weave her needle and thread through. Tears rolled down her face.
"It's such a shame. You were a cute one too... But it's one less bloodsucker that I have to deal with. And I plan to kill every damn one of you." she smiled, as she kissed his lips.
Once she got the thread all the way up to his head, she took her hand and pushed his face down into the mattress. She finished her sewing and made the bed.
"I would hate to stay in this room." She laughed; pulling out a cigarette.

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{8:25 PM}
A well dressed woman and her son walked into the lobby with their suitcases. As they approached the front desk, Iris was working on a crossword puzzle.
Her son got up on his toes and slammed his hand down on the bell.
"Jesus H. Christ, Michael." she said, grabbing his arm.
Iris looked up at them, and blew her breath.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"We would like to stay for a few nights." the women smiled.
"Okay. So... about a week?" asked Iris walking over to the keys.
"Um sure... How does that sound?" She asked her son.
He shook his head and smiled.
"Alright. Room 36. Enjoy your stay." Iris smiled; handing her the key.
"Would you like to pay now or at checkout?"
"...Checkout."
"Oh and could you sign your signature here?" She added while pointing at a sign-in sheet.
Iris found the women very familiar but needed a name to match.
'Constance Langdon', the women wrote with confidence.
"Thank you. Come on, Michael." said Constance grabbing her suitcase. The boy did the same, and they headed for the elevator.
"Have a nice night!" said Iris, glancing back down at the signature. She knew who Constance was, but couldn't remember why.
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Donovan turned the radio on in his hotel room, while Lauren laid on the bed in her bra and underwear.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.
"Yes... I am." She chuckled.
"What?" Donovan questioned, thinking she was making fun of him.
"Nothing. You just got the radio on and I don't know, it's cute." she smiled.
"Oh." He blushed.
Lauren stood up and walked towards him.
"Get over here." she said, pushing him onto the bed.
She began kissing his stomach, and looked up at him. She giggled.
"You're beautiful." he said brushing the hair out her face.
"We're beautiful." she smiled.
Donovan flipped her onto the bed, and took control. He started by kissing her neck, and worked his way down to her pink underwear.
He slid them off of her, and licked the surface of her p*ssy.
Then he slowly slid his tongue in while holding her right hand. They locked fingers in pleasure.
-
When Constance and Michael reached their room, Sally was walking down the hallway.
"...Constance?" She asked in shock.
"Don't talk to me. I didn't come here for you. I came for a getaway." said Constance unlocking room 36.
"Look at you. You haven't aged a bit." Sally smiled.
"Go unpack your suitcase, Michael." said Constance, shutting the door after him.
"I heard about what happened to Tate." Sally added.
"Okay listen b*tch, Michael still doesn't know who his father is and I plan for it to stay that way." she said with anger.
"Do you think I'm gonna tell him? I mean damn, I'm not that... evil. Now Michael, that's some pretty f*cked up sh*t, if you ask me." said Sally, smoking her cigarette.
"... How do you know about Michael?" she asked.
"I met up with Tate on Halloween, a few days ago. Something about him raping her mom, and Michael becoming a spawn of the devil. And I don't know, sounds like bullsh*t to me. But keep that kid locked up, we already have to many deaths as it is around here." Sally said; continuing down the hall.
"Um.. Sally?" asked Constance.
"What?" she questioned with attitude.
".. Did he mention me?... I haven't really talked to him since The Harmons moved in." said Constance, as a tear rolled down her face.
"No not really... He was too busy f*cking me in the basement. And by the way, I love the rubber suit... It's kinky." said Sally, biting her lip.
"Go to hell." said Constance, full of hatred.
"Already living in it. Have a nice night." she laughed and continued to leave.
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When Constance walked into the hotel room, The Countess was sitting on the bed with Michael.
"Who are you?" she asked with concern.
"I'm The Countess. I came by to welcome you to The Cortez." said Elizabeth standing up.
"Oh... Well thank you. But how did you get into..?" -
"Your room?... I can do anything. I own this place." she said, cutting Constance off.
"Oh. Well... Goodnight." said Constance watching her leave.
"And by the way, you have a beautiful boy... I love blondes."
She added.
"Why thank you. My pride and joy." Constance scoffed.
"The ice machine is down the hall if you need some. Enjoy your stay." said The Countess with a smile.