Hotel Cortez [AHS Fanfiction]

Dead Bitch

I exit the penthouse leaving Liz behind, like I said, I prefer doing this on my own. I was now in the hallways and I was making my way to the elevator like a queen. I pushed the button to the floor where my father was at. Then the elevator doors closed shut and I made my way to my destination. I walked out of the elevator and I started walking towards my father's room, which was a few minutes away due to the long ass hallways. But I admired that. They were dark and mysterious. The ghostly pale children wandering them. Something about this hotel captured a part of my heart. I felt like I belonged here. After all I've been through, but I was taught to keep your head up and to not smile. Smiles gives you wrinkles. Bitch face keeps you pretty. All thanks to the countess.

Then I ran into someone I absolutely didn't expect I'd bump into. I remember this hoe. It's my dad's girlfriend! That bitch Heather! She looked at me like if she were scanning me very carefully.
"Um. Rachel",she said, like if she were annoyed.
"Heather",I said.
"Why do you have those cuts. Ew",she pointed out.
"Why are you with a man that's twenty years older than you? Ew. Whore",I said.
"Shut up! At least I can get a man. And I will tell your father about this",she yelled.
"Oh so what are you? My new mother? Bitch you're the same age as me you don't wanna fuck with me trust me",I hissed.
"Or else?",she smirked.
Then I held out my hand, which was wearing the murder glove, and I quickly held up my index finger, sharp-clawed, making a cool ass sound effect. I loved the glove.
"Oh I'm so scared! You're gonna poke me with that little claw of yours",Heather said sarcastically, laughing.

While she was laughing I took my index finger and slid my claw through her throat, causing it to bleed out dramatically. There was some of the blood on me. And also some blood on my claw. I watched Heather's dead body fall to the ground and I took my claw and licked the blood off of it. Heather died with her eyes wide open. They were set on me. Then I kicked the forehead and it finally shut its eyes. I licked my claw some more for the addictive taste of salty blood. Then I felt a cold hand set on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw James with a smirk across his face.