New Orleans, 1988
"So what you're telling me sir, is that you don't have any room in this gigantic hell of a hotel left? Not even one?"
"N-no miss. Due to the major business conference that's taking place this weekend, there's people coming from many places, along with our ordinary hotel guests. We're booked, miss." The red faced man stuttered, obviously frightened and in awe of the stunningly beautiful teenager standing at the hotel's reception desk in front of him.
She was wearing a black half-sleeved top that went down to just past her stomach, and a bold red skirt that flared out at the waist and went down to her knees. Her dark caramel locks were tied up with a red ribbon and her heart-shaped face was done up with simple eyeliner and red lipstick.
She studied her painted black fingernails. "I see. I'd like to speak to your manager."
"That would be me, madam. What can I do for you?" A perfectly tanned, black haired male in his twenties emerged from the staff door, obviously checking out the girl.
The girl's red lips parted to reveal dazzling white teeth. "Your staff member here claims that you have no rooms left. Surely you can make an exception for one night?"
The manager grinned confidently. "Is there a particular reason that you're so desperate? There are other hotels around, not that I'm advertising."
"Yes, well, I'm here for a very important reason. But I can't tell you what it is." She replied, as if she was sharing a secret.
The manager mumbled at the staff member to move aside, and started typing rapidly into the computer. When he was finished, he turned to the teen.
"You're in luck, miss. A room just opened up. How would you fancy an ocean view suite right up at the top?" The manager asked, holding out the key.
The girl smiled, baring all her teeth. "I'm indebted to you, sir."
"Wait, boss. That was reserved for someone else-" the plump staff member turned, if it was possible,
even redder when the manager silenced him with a single look.
"You can go home for today, Dave. Good work." He said, dismissing Red-face.
"B-but-"
"Good night, Dave." The manager spoke louder this time, the authority in his tone clear.
Dave stiffened, then nodded, grabbing his coat and hat in a hurry. "Goodnight sir."
As soon as the bell at the door rang, signalling Dave had left, the manager whirled to face the girl, a flirtatious smile on his face. "Would you like me to show you to your room?"
The teenager nodded, her smile still on her face. "Certainly."
As they stepped in the elevator, the manager glanced at the girl's empty hands. "No luggage?" He raised an eyebrow.
The girl shook her head. "I don't need anything. I'm only here for a little bit."
"I see." The manager said, ignoring the strange knotting in his stomach. He felt he should be scared of her for some reason, but at the same time, her eyes were mysteriously alluring.
The man followed her eagerly into her room, closing the door behind him. "We're alone at last."
The girl turned at his words, coming closer to him. "Yes we are." She purred seductively, leading him towards the bed.
He chuckled. "You'll enjoy this for sure, darlin'."
Suddenly he found himself pinned down on the bed, the girl's hair tickling his face as she smiled down at him.
"I'm sure I will." Was all she said before her lips lowered down, down towards the soft spot on his neck, where his vein pulsed.
He closed his eyes, breathing in her intoxicating scent of vanilla and roses.
And opened them again when he realized that the girl had bit into his neck.
"Wait-what are you doing-" the manager was cut off as she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, giving her more room to sink her teeth in comfortably.
He realized almost immediately that she was draining his blood.
"What is this- somebody HELP! HELP!" the manager started yelling, but it was no use. He himself had requested that the walls and doors be soundproof, to provide his guests with the ultimate privacy.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and there stood Dave. His disheveled state showed that he had run up here as quickly as he could.
"BOSS! I came up here because I was worried. Something about that girl is off- BOSS!" Dave yelled, his chest heaving.
The girl saw who was standing at the door and smiled, blood dripping down her chin. "Oh? How nice of you to join us. Aren't you a sweetheart? Worrying about your boss and rightly so!"
She turned her head to the manager who was now motionless, his neck marked with two puncture holes that were rapidly disappearing. "What a pity it was that you realized it so late." She pouted.
"Well, I'm off. And don't try looking for me; I've made sure any trace of my presence in here has been taken care of. Tell your manager's wife that she picked the wrong man." The teenager said, now opening the room's window.
She looked down at the scene below her. "A 35 story drop, huh. I've done worse."
"W-Wait! What ARE you?" Dave asked, his eyes wide from where he stood by the manager's side.
The girl smiled back at him, her razor sharp fangs soaked in blood. "Isn't it obvious by now? I'm a vampire."
And those mesmerizing amber eyes were the last that he ever saw of her.
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The Vampire's Hunter
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