Hotel Cortez [AHS Fanfiction]

Bartholomew

•••Rachel's POV•••

It was another beautiful sunny morning, I got outta bed and into the bathroom to go brush my teeth and shower. After that, I dressed and did my hair and I saw the countess sitting on her sofa. She looked a bit stressed out. She was also holding a baby bottle filled with warm milk.
"Aunt?",I called.
"Oh good morning dear? How was your sleep last night?", the countess asked.
"It was great thank you. What's wrong?", I asked.
"Iris isn't available at the moment. Neither is Alex. I need someone I can truly trust. I have so much business to handle today and, I just can't",said the countess.
"Who's Alex?", I asked.
"She lives in the hotel. She is also turned. I only did it so she can stay with her son",explained the countess.

Oh my god almost everyone in this damn hotel is turned and I can't be?

"Well, why are you all stressed out? Do you want me to help you in anything?", I asked.

"Actually, yes. I know Im telling you this at the last minute but, I have a son. His name is Bartholomew. His room is down in room 33. Go feed him this bottle. Then make another one for him in the afternoon, and at night. Thank you",the countess said, exiting the room.

Wow. I didn't know the countess had a baby! Well, at least it sounds like it's a baby. I went into the hallways and down the elevator only to wander more hallways, then finally, I faced the door to room 33. I took the key to the room, which my aunt gave to me, out of my pocket and I unlocked the door. Then I turned the handle and opened the door, stepping in the room. The room was so dark, and chilly. I don't know why, but I didn't even bother to turn the lights on. There was baby toys and more toddler stuff all over the room, and there was a baby crib in the center of the room. I was surprised I didn't hear and cries or baby sounds, so I thought the baby was still asleep. I slowly walked towards the baby crib, hoping I wouldn't wake the baby, that is, if it was asleep, of course.

Then when I walked to the little baby crib, I looked down. To me, it was a fearful sight. I slightly gasped. The baby, it was, disfigured, not in the way you think it would be disfigured, it looked like a little monster. Its little eyes stared up at me, he was wrapped around a little warm blanket.
"Oh Bartholomew, hi little one. I'm your mom's niece! So basically, you and I are cousins!", I called.
He was disfigured, but I still thought he was beautiful. I picked him up so that I can feed him, my arms nervously shaking the whole time. I felt goosebumps grow across my arms. Then I fed him the baby bottle. Now all I had to do was wait for him to finish and put him down and leave. Then come back two more times today. I felt like I cared for him, anyways. I wasn't even going to bother to ask the countess what was wrong with her baby, and why she hadn't told me about him.