Regular POV.
It was 2 am at the Cortez when Taylor woke up. The heavy rain that was pouring down seemed so agressive, that it may have taken down the hotel. He woke up suddenly, and was surprised when, in his way to the minibar heard a child's laughter. He turned around and saw a small boy with fair hair and big, blue eyes.
He made a step to go get him, but the boy disappeared, so he started running after him. The hallways seemed darker than usual, but the boy was running so fast that Taylor didn't have the time to look where he was going.
Suddenly, he felt a strong blow to his head and realised that he had fallen down some white stairs. The pain was unbearable, but he was determined to find thay child. When he managed to stand, he noticed that the place was not was he had expected. A drained pool was standing in front if him, and in it 4 glass-made coffins were put in line.
Taylor wasn't sure where he was, neither how to get out of here. But a faint smell of lavander made him freeze. He knew that smell, he had been searching in the hotel for it for a couple days now. It was her.
When he turned around, the blonde woman was staring at him. But he couldn't make out her expression, she was too cold, too impenetrable to be understood.
Taylors POV
<< If i may ask, what brings you here at two o'clock in the morning?>>she said. I gathered some courage. Maybe this is my chance to get to know her.
<< well ... I saw a lonely kid and I went after him, but I fell downd the stairs and I found myself here.>>
Only then did she noticed that my temple was bleeding. She put a hand on the wound and told me
<< we are quite silly aren't we? You should pay attention. You have only this body. Let me loik at it>>
Then, I saw something incredible. Her expression changed. She looked kinda worried, or at least that is what I like to think. She looked toroughly at my wound, while I stared into her gourgeous green eyes. But then her gaze shifted to my eyes, and her hand on my cheek.
Her normal expression was back on, so I didn't know how to act. Her touch was cold, her eye emotionless. But she was lovely, and I really wanted to touch her porcelain cheeks and try my luck.
I lifted my hand up. She twitched at first , but when I let my fingers carress her cheek, she gave me a faint smile.
Suddenly, she let go of me , turned around and said more to herself:
<< No. I can' t do this. It's not gonna turn out well. I can't. I promised>>.
She looked at me, whit big, scared eyes an told me:<< To exit this place, go up these stairs and proceed straight forward. I want you to pack your bags and get the fuck out of here before it's too late>>. She turned around to leave, but I took her hand to stop her.
<< But you promised to show me this place when we met at the bar>>.
She seemed surprised at my reaction, almost angry. A cold shiver passed trough my body, but I was determined to get something out of her .
<< at least tell me your name. I am Taylor>>.
She gave one last glance before whispering
<< you had better do as I say. >>
Then she left me alone in that creepy pool, with only some words that made things even more complicated.
Who was she, and what did she mean by " it won't turn out well"?.
Even if I was confused , I knew something for sure: I wasn't gonna leave this place anytime soon.
-------- Finally I managed to write something. Last week was crazy, but finally my spring break has started so I'll try to update more! Hope you luke it-----
