The Hotel Cortez (a fanfic)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
{ The Next Morning }
Constance woke up with a beam of sunlight through the blinds. She turned to find that Michael was missing. That's when she panicked.
"Michael?" She called, searching around the hotel room.
He was no where to be found.
Her heart started racing because she couldn't lose another child. Not this one. She went out into the hall; only in her purple pajamas.
As she turned the corner, The Countess was standing there with Michael.
"Good Morning." The Countess smiled.
"Jesus H. Christ. You scared me." laughed Constance.
"You should never use the lords' name in vain." she said, raising her silver-gloved hand.
The Countess jabbed Constance in the neck and blood sprayed upon her face.
"Why." said Constance grabbing her throat. She slowly fell to the floor, unable to speak.
"Now it's time to feed, Michael." she smiled looking over at him.
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Michael quickly got down to the floor, and licked the blood off of Constance. Elizabeth had kidnapped him in the middle of the night, and infected him with virus.
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Iris sat in her office, behind the reception desk. She stared at a pocket knife that was placed in front of her. A tear rolled down her face because she couldn't believe the thoughts she was having.
Then after a few more minutes, she picked the knife up and opened it.
She figured that since Lauren was with Donovan, that he would be happy and she would have nothing to worry about anymore.
Iris took the blade of the knife and cut down her arm. The pain was horrifying, but she suddenly could no longer feel the abandonment.
She sat there as her body slowly shut down. She was losing more blood than she thought she would.
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Donovan and Lauren walked into the front entrance with bags of new clothes. He decided to take her out for lunch and shopping. Like every girl would dream of; Lauren was in love with him.
Not only because he bought her things, but because he was truly the man she always wanted.
"Do you smell that?" Donovan asked.
"No. What is it?" she questioned.
"Wait here." He said, sitting his bags down.
Donovan could smell blood from close by. He quickly looked behind the reception desk, and glanced around the lobby.
He was craving it. Then he decided to check in Iris's office. There she was in her chair, dead and bleeding out.
"Mother!" He said running over to her. The other day, he told her to kill herself. He didn't really mean it.
Tears rolled down his face while he covered her arm from bleeding.
"What's wrong?" asked Lauren; walking into the office. That's when she realized what was happening and began to panic.
Donovan took his black shirt off, and wrapped it around Iris's arm.
"Do you need me to call someone?"  Lauren asked reaching for the phone.
"No!" He shouted and then grabbed the pocket knife.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Just go get some towels." He demanded her.
As Lauren ran for the elevator, Ramona Royale entered the building. She had a black bag full of guns and other weapons. She was ready to take down The Countess.
Then she got a whiff of Iris's blood. The scent lead her to the office; just as it did with Donovan.
When she walked in, Donovan stood there with his arm hovering over Iris's mouth. Blood was dripping from his cut and onto her lips.
"What have you done?" Ramona asked in shock.
"She won't come back. I need her." He sobbed.
"Donovan... Donovan! Listen to me. When Elizabeth finds out about this. She'll have everyone in this hotel dead. You can't do this."
She said, pulling his arm away.
"I have to." said Donovan with tears.
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Then suddenly, Iris started to come back alive. Her eyes slowly shuttered open. And heart began to beat again. Lauren walked into the room with towels.
"... What.. What's happening?" She stuttered with confusion.
Ramona looked over at Donovan; knowing that they were gonna have to tell her.
"We need to have a talk." said Donovan walking towards her.
He wiped his tears, knowing that Iris was gonna be okay.
"About what?" She questioned.
"Everything." he said.
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Ramona stayed with Iris and cleaned up the blood. She made sure that she knew Donovan wanted her to live, and had turned her. Iris wasn't too happy about being infected with the virus. But it made her happy knowing that he cared. He really did love her.
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Lauren and Donovan laid on the bed, while he told her everything.
He told her about who The Countess was and that she was his first love. He explained what the virus was, and where it originally come from. And he told Lauren how much he loved her... How he would never let anything to happen to her. At first, Donovan figured that she wouldn't believe him. But she actually accepted it. She always thought that vampires were real when she was younger. But it was always labeled as a fantasy.
And yes, she knows that they don't like to be called Vampires... but she didn't know what else to call them.

"Can you turn me?" She asked without hesitation.
"No. I- I can't." said Donovan.
"Why can't you? What's the worst thing that could happen?" She asked.
"Okay you know The Countess, right?" he asked.
"Yeah.."
"Well when she finds out that her creations infect other people. She kills them." He said in fear.
"So she'll kill you?" asked Lauren.
"No, you. I'm one of the her original ones. In fact, me and Ramona are the only original ones... Well, and Tristan I guess. But anyways, she won't kill us. She can't kill us... It's like killing one of her babies. So if she finds out that I turned my mother, she'll kill her. And she'll do the same if I turn you." He added.
"Oh.. -" said Lauren; then suddenly Ramona and Iris barged in.
"Do you know how scary it was, just trying to get her up here?" said Ramona nervously.
Donovan laughed.
"We gonna kill her." he said standing up.
"That's what I'm talking about. I brought my knifes, some guns. I've been saving up for this." Ramona said, looking into her black bag.
"No, we're not gonna kill her yet... We have to wait until Iris becomes immune to things again. So that way, it's not as noticeable." said Donovan, watching Iris shake.
"Alright fine. But I will have that women's blood on my hands by the end of tomorrow. Like I said.. Either your gonna help me, or I'm killing her myself." said Ramona with rage.
"Wait... Are you guys going after The Countess?" Lauren asked.
"Of course we are! I'm not just gonna let her piss on us, like a couple of dogs.. We want revenge for things she did." Ramona shouted.
"Trust me... she'll know." said Iris shaking.
"... Let's do it." Lauren said with confidence. Ramona smiled.

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{ 9:22 PM }
John sat at the bar with Liz Taylor.
He had already had a few shots and was feeling a little drunk.
"Hello Detective." said Elizabeth, taking a seat.
"Hey." said John loudly.
"I would just like to thank you for protecting our hotel... I've been hearing about all the murders and I appreciate what your doing you us." she smiled.
"I'm not here to protect you. I'm here to investigate." he said.
"Oh. Well either way, I thank you for staying at our hotel. We don't get too many guests nowadays... and it's an honor to have you." The Countess added.
"Well thank you, I guess." said John standing up. He started to stumble.
"Liz, can you make sure he gets to his room okay?" she asked.
"Yep. This isn't the first time. C'mon John, let's go to bed." said Liz walking out from the bar.
"Thank you. And by the way, that eyeliner is killer." The Countess smiled.
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When The Countess got back to her penthouse, Mr March was sitting on the couch.
"Hello Dear." He smiled.
"That detective is on our case. We have to do something before he finds out." she said; taking a clip out of her hair.
"I thought you weren't scared of the police..?" asked Mr March standing up.
"I'm not... I'm scared of losing you. If they find out and I get put in jail, I won't ever be able to see you again." She sighed.
"I can still come visit on Halloween." He added with a smile.
"That's not the point, James...
We have to kill John." said The Countess, sliding out of her dress.
"Okay... but let's not worry about that right now, eh? Why don't we.. take a little time for ourselves." said Mr March; thinking about sex.
"Fine." She chuckled.
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The Countess stood in just her heels and underwear. She grabbed ahold of James' suspenders and led him to the bed.
"You know, we haven't done this in awhile." She said.
"I know... But just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I can't f*ck you like I used to." He grinned while unbuckling his belt.
The Countess laid on the bed and watched him undress. Even though, he was a man of his time. He still had one of the best bodies she had ever seen.
Mr March got onto the bed and laid next her. She gently kissed his lips and worked her way down to his d*ck.
"I love you." He smiled.
"..I love you so much more." The Countess smiled back. She was in love, and no one could take that away from her.

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When Liz Taylor got back to the bar, she started to clean up.
As she turned, Michael was sitting at the barstool.
"Sorry kid, you gotta be twenty-one to drink... Why don't you go find your parents." said Liz wiping the counter off.
Michael stood up in his seat, and walked onto the bar.
"Hey kid! You're gonna get your footprints on it." said Liz with anger.
Then, Michael pulled a knife out from his back pocket. He jumped off the bar and stabbed Liz in the chest. She fell to the ground and cried for help.
Michael continued to stab her until she was dead.