Cortez bound- American Horror Story

Chapter 3

Lola watched as Dolton walked away, once out of sight she turned around to face Elizabeth who had an eerie look on her face. Once Dolton was out of sight, Elizabeth looked at Lola. "Do you have feelings for him?".

Was she serious? Hos could she know anything about feeling when she has a tendancy to kill most of the people that she falls in love with anyway. "No". She replied shortly. "I don't have feelings".

"For him...". Elizabeth whispered. "You have feelings... For him".

"Are you going to hurt him?". Lola then asked quietly as one of the white haired kids ran past bumping Lolas hip in the process and jerking her to the side, she wanted to ring that child neck so much it was unbelievable.

The Countess chuckled. "I'm not going to hurt him". She lifted her hand, that nail was leathel. "You are".

Lola drew in a breath. "Excuse me?". Then she exhaled.

"You are going to hurt him Lola, if any one knows that, it is I". She spoke. Her red lips seemed as if they were oozing blood, all the times they had. With that she walked away, her heels clicking as she made her presense known around the Hotel. Lola glared at her back, that damn women. Whatever she was, is.

"That bitch". Liz muttered from next to her.

A thunder crash, a lightning flash rang through Cortez, it was storming loudly and the whole of Hotel Cortez heard it. The spirits of the Hotel were restless an half the guest had left claiming that the "ghosts were terrorising them". Though people thought they were mad, Lola an the staff knew better.

"Greetings to you, dear". She knew that voice anywere, Mr March always talked as if he had a cold, and used fancy word such as greetings, and m'dear.

"March". Lola span round slowly, a grin on her face as she met eyes with him, it was the man who made Cortez famous. "I would say how lovely it is to see you on this fine night, but my Mom taught me not to lie".

"Wise words". James spoke twirling his pipe around in his fingers as he replied. "Tell me, what was your mothers name Miss Lola".

"And you need to know because.....".

"Its just polite conversion, is that such a crime in the century?". March asked as if he had done nothing wrong. "Or is it because of what I do here at Cortez?". James asked tilting his head to the side and bringing the pipe to his lips.

Lola shrugged, smirking. "Well, I guess you are quite a sick man to do that". It didn't bother her that much, she didn't have any feeling about these things, but she knew that her past self would have found this wrong, so she tried to keep a part of herself. "But who am I to judge? After all, I kill to survive, I don't give a second thought about it either, that is just who I am".

"You don't just kill them, do you young Lola?". March advanced on her, taking her hands and holding them behind her back. "You drain them dry". His mouth was so close to her ear, it sent tingles down her spine. He dragged his pipe, blowing the smoke into her hair as he then pulled back. "Its fasinating isn't it? Quite fasinating is you ask me, the blood, the screams, the sound of flesh breaking, and the look of dead in there eyes". He paused and then continued. "Do I have the look of dead in my eyes? They say you can tell what a person is by the glint in there eyes, what do my eyes show about me Lola?".

Lola shrugged, biting her bottom lip an purposely drawing blood, she let it fall down her lip, down her chin and onto her dress. "You, Mr March, are a Evil person, who should be in hell for what he has done, but luckily enough you living it up here in this Hotel, you and that Countess bitch".

James grabbed her wrist, to which Lola laughed. "I will not hear of such talk of Elizabeth, remember you are still alive, you can be killed". His voice sang as if he was fasinated "There is so much that could be done with you".

Lola pulled back harshly. "James, don't you think its about time this place had a cleansing?". She asked smugly. "You know, get rid of the evil spirits that are lurking between these walls, I know the people who cleansed 112 Ocean Avenue the most haunted house in American, I will just call in a little favour....". With that, she walked away, past room 33, a room that she always had a bad feeling about, and towards the front entence, she had a lot of enemies, she was also very hungry.

"Were are you going?". Iris asked with a suspecting tone. She was sat behind the front desk, a piece of paper in her hand as she stared at Lola, though she was soon staring at Dolton who came to the front desk to extend his stay here to 3 days. Dolton turned round to see Lola, smirking he took a walk up to her and stopped.

"Hi". He spoke, nervous. He had to get an interview with this girl, ask her what she knew about the Countess and so on so on. "Could you... Spare me a couple of moments?".

Lola looked back towards the door and then back to Dolton. "How long is that Dolton?". She didn't have time for him right now, and she certainly felt ill, as if she would die right now if she did not her blood.

"5, 10 minuets, it would really help me with my book, so far I haven't had a lot of luck and-". He tried but got cut short when Lola cut him of.

"If it's about Elizabeth then why don't you go ask her?". She suggested, soon enough she realised she could not let him go see the Countess in case she'd do something, either eat him or turn him. The Latter would not have been so bad. Lola pinched herself for having such thoughts about that, yes if he was to turn then she could have him for as long as she wanted, but it also meant that he wouldn't be him anymore, just like she wasn't her anymore, and she wanted him, not some animated him.

Dolton frowned. "Who is Elizabeth?". He asked.

"The Countess, you know, the women who rules the world in heels?".

"Oh". Dolton caught on, he had known Elizabeth as the Countess and only the Countess, he had no idea that she had a name, a name as normal as Elizabeth, but even the name Elizabeth held some kind of darkness to it. El-IZ-A-BETH. "I um.. She... Yeah".

Lola smirked. "Your scared of her?". A reply wasn't spoken, but his eyes said it all. "So you want to know about her?".

A nod.

"I suppose I could spare you some time seeing as it is the Countess". Lola spoke in a drawled voice.

Dolton grinned. "So, my room or your room?". He asked, realising how wrong that sounded much to late.

"Um, how about the lounge room?". Lola asked.