Cortez bound- American Horror Story

Chapter 5

"What is the Detective doing back?".

He had spent a lot of time in this Hotel a while ago when his son went missing, though little did he know that his son is right here in this Hotel, though Holden wasn't his son anymore. Why he was in this Hotel again was another question, did he still think that James March was alive and living here in this Hotel? That was not entirely untrue, March was still living in this Hotel like he owned it but he was most definetly not alive.

"Someone tipped him of, someone that is on the outside". Sally spoke from the stool next to Lola.

Lola sighed. "The Countess isn't going to like that...".

"Fuck the Countess, fuck all them blood sucking bastards". Sally gritted both of her teeth. "No offense to you".

Lola raised an eyebrow. "None taken". She replied. "I don't like ghost much". Sally hadn't heard her though, she was to busy staring at the detective in a way that could have anyone on edge. "Stop staring, he might remember you..".

Sally shrugged. "Even better if he does, last time was great". The smell if smoke filled the air, old smoke. It meant that James March was around, and Lola did not want to be here when he arrived at the main lobby. Sally must have had a similar idea as she dissapeared, leaving only the smell of cigars and perfume behind. The man strolled into the main lobby with his cane, pipe in his mouth as he did so whistleing some tune that was of his time. His eyes darted around everywere, first landing on Liz behind the bar, then the Detective, a couple who was sat on two stools, then Lola who was avoiding eyes with him.

Lola stared into her drink as if it was an illusion. Please don't see me, please do not see me. She felt his ghostly aura, it was ghostly indeed.

"Go away March...". Lola muttered. The blue liquid in her drink doing nothing to ease her of her emotions.

"I have a proposition for you, one that only a fool would turn down". His voice was so retro, so drawling.

"I am not asking the Countess to have a fancy dinner with you or anything okay James, I hate Elizabeth just as much as I hate you James, now please leave me in peace". She was loosing patience, she was not in the mood for him.

"But it could be beneficial to you also". He reasoned.

"I don't care".

"Oh". March smirked. "But you will".

A bell ringed somewere in the lobby, it was a nice little sound that almost had her distracted from the man that sat on the stool next to her smoking his pipe. What coud March have that she would want? Ever. All she wanted was for the Virus to leave her body so she could go back to living her life like she had right before.

"I'll take your silence as a heads up to carry on?". March asked. Lola looked at him with dead eyes. "I want you to kill Elizabeth...".

Is he serious? "But you love her?". She asked. She wouldn't kill Elizabeth any way, she didn't have it in her. Nobody had it in them, not really. She was the head, she was the reason half of the people in Cortez were the way they were. She was this Hotel.

"That is why I want you to do this". He replied. "She would not be able to leave this Hotel, ever. She would be mine for all of eternity, and nobody else would be able to have her. If you, my dear do suceed in killing the Countess, then I will give you your life back".

Those last words hit Lola hard. "Theres no way you could, this is who I am now, the Countess made certain of that, and its forever". She chuckled nastily as she chucked her drink down her throat.

"Why do you indulge on spirits at such a young age?". James asked.

"Because I can, because there is nobody to tell me that I can't". Lola replied in a shrug, she stood up, handing her glass over to Liz who took it with a smile, a small glare at James who she did not really like, then went back to doing her own thing. "Now, I have to go, but you could always ask Romona, or Iris to do it for you, better yet, yorself?".

March grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving the bar, to which Lola had span round, ripping her self away from his grip to which she failed in doing as he held onto her. "I'm sorry, but I think that maybe your ears failed you, didn't you hear what I just said?". He asked in a threatening tone. "Your life back, as it was before...".

Lola scoffed. "Before you sold me down the river to that bitch Elizabeth?". Once again she jerked out of his grip, an this time suceeding, but she stayed stood at the bar wanting to hear what he had to say.

Mr March's lips turned into a smile as a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "An is this not the perfect revenge?".

I would love for the Countess to die but then I would be doing him a favour, an I don't do favours for people I hate.

"But I'd be doing you a favour!".

"And yourself". March exclaimed. "This Hotel would be nothing but a memory". He told her tilting his head slightly, and taking a puff on his pipe. "Swell is it not Lola?".

All night she had been debating it, kill the Countess and risk the Countess kill her? Or leave it as it was and continue to live this life here are Cortez with all these bad things. What would she tell them? She couldn't just turn up after 5 years, there would be questions, what would they think if she told them all the truth? That she was a Vampire who had been living at a Hotel for all of this time. They would laugh at her. Not that it mattered anyway, she would just be happy to be back, she could just lie and say she was held hostage. Then there'd be an investigation though. Either way she would loose.