Hidden Secrets (An AHS: Hotel/Tristan Duffy Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Two: Nightmares

"So, what brings you to the hotel?" Tristan asked as the elevator doors closed.
"Well, I didn't have anywhere else to go." I told him. "I left my home and ended up on the streets for a few nights after I lost all of my money."
"You couldn't call your family or someone for help?" he wandered.
"I don't really have any friends, and my family and I aren't on good terms." I answered.
"Oh, well it's a good thing you found this place." he grinned. 

We reached our floor and Tristan lead the way. We walked down a long, dimly lit hallway and once we got closer to the end he stopped.

"This is your room." he said as he pointed to a door and then he turned to point to the one beside it, "That one is mine, so if you need me, I'll be there."
"Thank you," I smiled. "Really, I was about to go insane if I didn't get some sleep. So this is probably the best thing anyone could do for me right now."
"No problem." he replied, "Now you get some sleep."
"I will!" I opened my door.
"Wait!" he stopped me.
"Yeah?" I gave him a curious look.
"I didn't catch your name." he explained.
"I'm Alexa." I laughed.
"Well, Goodnight Alexa." he smiled and turned to open his door as I closed mine.

I walked into the room and noticed that it wasn't quite as amazing as the lobby was. It was actually the opposite. There was dust on everything except for the bed and the air felt thick and cold. I didn't care though. I was just happy to have somewhere to sleep.

Without even getting undressed, I fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Shortly after falling asleep, I began to have the nightmares again. First it was just the same old, same old, but then I began hearing a voice. In the dream, I turned to see a man with black hair and mustache staring me down and grinning.

"You're a troubled one aren't you." he raised his brow. "You'll be a fun one to mess with."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Don't speak."he demanded.
I tried to respond, but I suddenly felt as if the words I were trying to speak were choking me.
"That mind of yours is a dark place." he walked circles around me as I struggled. "I like that. I could use someone like that around here."
I continued to try and speak.
"You're a stubborn one." he smiled.
I then began to cough up blood and it felt as if I had swallowed razor blades.
"You poor thing. You think this is all just a dream... another nightmare." he put his hand on my shoulder. "Open your eyes, my child, to the horrors that surround you."

Suddenly, my eyes shot open as I woke up gasping for air. I looked around the room, trying to show myself that it was just a dream. I still wasn't convinced. I remembered how I couldn't speak in the dream, so I opened my mouth to speak. I immediately got nauseous and ran into the bathroom. I doubled over and started to puke into the toilet. At first I thought maybe I was just sick from being on the streets for the past few nights or maybe my anxiety had just reached it's peak and made me sick like it use to when I was younger. Then I looked into the toilet and seen that it was filled with nothing but blood. 

Out of fear and disbelief, I stepped back and rested myself against the door frame. I remembered everything that happened in my dream and tried to frantically come up with some sort of explanation as to why I had just puked up so much blood for no reason at all. I started to think that maybe I was still dreaming.

"You're awake, darling." a voice said from behind me.
I quickly turned around to see the man from my nightmare standing by the bed.
"Don't scream, that will only make this harder for you." he warned.
"You're not real..." I could feel my heart racing.

He somehow appeared right in front me and grabbed my hand. He took a knife and sliced it down my palm. I winced at the pain and watched as the blood dripped onto the floor. I realized then, that I was awake.

"I am real. This is real." he grinned. "And you are going to die."

I yanked my hand from him and began screaming for help. I ran to the other side of the room and tried to open the door. It was locked and the lock was jammed. There was no way out. I began banging on the door, pleading for someone to save me from whoever this man was.

"I told you not to scream." he quickly grabbed me from behind and began dragging me over to the bed. "Now you've really got me wanting to make you die slowly."

He slammed me down on the bed and I quickly managed to roll over and get off the opposite side. I fell onto the floor and grabbed the phone off the nightstand. That's when I noticed that it wasn't even attached to the wall. I threw it at him as my last line of self defense, but he didn't seem phased. I didn't understand what was going on, but I knew I was going to die. I backed myself into the corner, pulled my knees up to my chest, and held my hands out in front of my face in hopes that if he stabbed me it wouldn't be anywhere fatal.

With perfect timing, Tristan came bursting in through the door. The man who was attacking me stopped and gave him a confused look.

"What are you doing here, Tristan? Can't you see I'm busy." he said.
"Not this one James." Tristan said as he walked towards me with a weird calmness.
"I've told you, it's Mr. March to you." the man responded, "And why not? I like this one! Her tormented soul would be a wonderful addition to this palace of mine."
"She's mine." Tristan told him. "Now, I'm pretty sure you have some other guest to attend to."
The man looked down at me and took a few steps back, "Maybe another day, darling."

Tristan then walked over to me and helped me to my feet. My legs were shaking so badly that I could barely stand. Tristan steadied me and walked me around the man and to the door. 

"Tristan!" the man called as Tristan began closing the door.
Tristan turned and looked at him.
"Don't let this one go." he told him.
Tristan gave him a stern look then continued to take me into his room.

We walked in and he helped me over to his bed. My mind was racing and I felt like I was going to be sick again. I couldn't rap my mind around what had just happened. Part of me was still hoping it was just a bad dream, but the pain in the palm of my hand wouldn't let me forget that it wasn't. This was real.

"Are you okay?" Tristan asked.
"Who was that?" I wandered. "Shouldn't you be calling the cops or something?!"
"Shhhh, calm down." he said as he sat beside me. "Let me see your hand. It's bleeding."
"It's fine..." I gave him a strange look. "How did you know that man?"
"He's a friend." he said as he took my hand and examined it. "That's a pretty deep cut. It might need stitches."
"A friend?!" I took my hand back. "You're friend's with that psycho?"
"It's okay!" he tried to calm me down. "He's not going to hurt you."
"We need to call the cops." I stood up.
He quickly grabbed my arm tightly, stopping me in my tracks.
"Let me go, Tristan." I told him. "I need to get help."

In that moment, the look in his eyes changed. It was like he went dark. I realized he wasn't the good guy he pretended to be. 

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." he said as he gripped my arm tighter.

I knew then that I wouldn't be leaving this hotel alive.

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