Innocence meets Darkness

Chapter 8- Searching for Answers

Victoria's POV

I pulled away from our kiss breathless. I looked up at him and he smiled. I blushed, but stepped back from him.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that", I said.

"Nothing to be sorry for something we both enjoyed, Victoria". I realized that I can't do any of these kinds of things until I find answers.. Answers to the questions that I've been pushing out of my mind ever since Halloween night.

He reached for my hand but I pulled away and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do stuff like that until I have answers", I said and walked away. Then James grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the wall. Pressing his body against me and staring into my eyes.

"Answers to what darling? What could be so important to know about?"

I pushed him off of me and looked him right in the eyes.

"Answers about you, James", and then I walked away and headed towards my room.
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I  I sat down in front of a computer, pulled up Google, and plugged my earphones in.

The first thing I typed in was Hotel Cortez. Then read the following on the screen.

Hotel Cortez was built 90 years ago by a wealthy man by the name of James Patrick March.

I read those lines and my eyes went wide. 'It could be his grandpa' my Conscience told me, but there was this bad feeling in my stomach that told me otherwise.

James' name was in blue, which meant there was another link, so I took a deep breath and clicked on it. What popped up was a page with tons of information on James. I began to read.

James Patrick March, owner and builder of Hotel Cortez, and killed thousands of people. He is an original Ten Commandments Killer in the 20's. March seemed like a normal person, but inside his hotel is were innocent people were brutally murdered. Many were chopped up, burned, and some bodies were never discovered. He had dark and unique ways of killing his victims. Even though he was a psycho killer, didn't exactly mean he was a bright one. He was very sloppy when it came to clean up, so when bodies were found one day. Police found a clue. It was a hanker chief with is initials on them. When police raided his hotel to arrest him. He committed suicide by slitting his throat with a knife, and humanity was at peace for quite some time after that.

After reading that a tear made its way down my cheek. I scrolled down more to see a link that entailed 'picture of James Patrick March'. I took a deep shaky breathe and clicked on it. What popped up next made my eyes go wide.

It was the James Patrick March I knew... Not his grandfather, him! I kissed him for God sakes! My so called dream wasn't actually a dream... It was real! I actually was falling for him.

This has to be a dream! He can't be dead! That's impossible!

Tears began to fall one by one as I stared at his picture. That sinister smile I once thought was cute makes me sick. All of a sudden I heard a voice from behind me.

"Do you think of me differently now? Now that you have seen what I am?"

I froze. I didn't even turn around, just stared at the screen.

"Go away"

"Answer the question!", he yelled and I jumped. I sniffled and turned to face the floor, but not making eye contact.

"Yes", I said in a light shaky voice. What is this Victoria?! Stand your ground! You can't be afraid of him... Even if he is a killer you fight.

He took a deep breath... "I see... And do you regret anything?". I wiped my tears and stood up. I looked him directly in the eye.

"Yes. I regret ever meeting you, because odviously your going to kill me know right?". He looked at me all sad.

"You think i'd do that to you?", he pointed at me and took a step forward. With that motion I took a step back and nodded. "You think I could do that to you?!". He strided towards me and I stride back, until my back hit a wall. He was pressed against me and slammed his fist in the wall next to my head when he said "you". I turned my head away from him. He chuckled hysterically for a second. Then he grabbed my chin and forced me to face him. "I've never felt what I fell towards you for anyone. It's quite an odd feeling, but the odd thing is... I'm not supposed to feel anything".

"Is that a good thing or bad thing for me?", I asked. He leaned closer until our lips were brushing against each other, then put his lips to my ear and whispered in a seductive way.

"Good, I hope". I shivered from that. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "And I hope in time you could feel the same for me". He kissed my check, to which I felt sparks but pushed them away. I cannot be falling for a psychopath. Not only that, but a dead psychopath!

"Yo- your dead... H- how are you still here?", I stuttered from being frightened. He smirked.

"I think you've received more answers then you've bargained for darling. Why don't you get some rest, and in time. We'll discuss that matter".

I blinked and when I opened my eyes he was gone.
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