I stared into Tristan's eyes, trying to figure out his intentions. Part of me felt like screaming, but I knew that there was no use. He was the only one who came running when I was pleading and screaming for help. No one else would hear me. He had me trapped.
"So that's it?" I asked, feeling defeated. "You save me, just to kill me yourself?"
"Who said anything about killing you?" he stood up and smirked.
"What?" I replied with a tone of confusion.
"I don't plan on killing you as long as you cooperate." he told me.
For some reason, that terrified me more than the thought of him killing me. I didn't know what he had in mind. It could be something torturous or twisted.
"What do you want?" I questioned, trying to hide my fear.
"Give me your hand." he demanded.
I held out the hand that wasn't cut.
"Not that one. The other." he clarified.
I looked at my hand that was still bleeding pretty badly and slowly held it out for him.
"Don't freak out on me, okay?" he said.
"Okay?" I responded.
He stared into my eyes for a second then pulled my hand up to his mouth. Without much hesitation, he began biting and sucking the blood out of my hand. Feeling the sharp pain shoot through my hand once again, and being a little creeped out, I tried to pulled my hand away. He wouldn't release. He continued for a little bit longer, then stopped and looked into my eyes.
"I know. It seems twisted." he wiped the remaining blood from his mouth. "But I need blood, and it's much better fresh, and people tend to die too fast."
I stared at him in disbelief and was unsure of what to say.
"Yeah, I've definitely freaked you out." he nodded and stood up. "Listen, you'll understand it better later, but you're the first attractive girl to walk in this hotel who wasn't all doped up and you'll probably be the only one. If the Countess knew you were here, she'd have you sucked dry to feed all of her little creepy minion-kids. I want you to myself."
"So... you're a vampire?" I said, still confused and freaked out beyond belief.
"Sort of, yeah." he answered. "But not like those sparkly guys on movies. I'm immortal and I drink blood, and I'm a little sensitive to the sun, but all the other myths are just crap."
"And you're keeping me as your blood slave...?" as I wrapped my mind around the idea, I began to feel the nauseousness I had been feeling return and my hands began to shake.
"Slaves a strong word...but yeah, pretty much." he nodded. "I just can't take getting all the leftovers from her all the time, and having to bang her just to get a kill in. It's exhausting. I don't even think she really cares about me."
I sat down on the bed and I could feel my eyes start to sting as tears began to escape my eyes. I didn't scream or become hysterical. I just knew I wouldn't be leaving the Hotel Cortez. I remembered Iris' warnings and realized that I had missed my chance to walk out of there unscathed. I knew that I would never have the normal life I had hoped to have when I ran away from home. I was done.
"Don't cry.." he gave me a sympathetic look. "Come on.. I promise I'll try to make it easy on you. Like I said, as long as you cooperate, you'll be fine. Just think of it as donating blood."
"This has to be just a bad dream... none of this seems real." I interrupted.
"I know, this is a lot to handle." he nodded. "You need to rest. Let me wrap your hand up and you can lay down."
He walked away from the bed and went into the bathroom to look for bandages. I realized that moment could be my last chance to escape. He wasn't looking. He wasn't even near me. In a desperate last effort to escape, I shot up from the bed and ran to the door. I quickly unlocked it and the minute I got it open, he came walking out of the bathroom and spotted me. I took off down the hallway, screaming at the top of my lungs. I was almost to the elevator when he caught up. He grabbed me and through me over his shoulder with ease. He angrily stormed back into the room and slammed me onto the bed. He then got on top of me and held a knife to my neck.
"Do that again and I will kill you!" he said angrily.
I tried to catch my breath and to keep my composure.
"I like you, Alexa. I don't want to kill you. That's not my intentions." he said as he sat up and put the knife away. "But I can't have you running through the halls screaming. If she finds out about you, she will kill us both. And if you escape then I lose my chance at a little freedom from her."
"I don't understand." I replied, feeling completely drained of energy and tired of trying to fight or escape. "Who is this she?"
"It's been a long night." he replied. "You need to get some sleep. I will explain things more to you in the morning. Just please... don't try to escape. I'm right here and even if I'm sleeping, it's not safe to just go roaming the halls. If I don't catch you, Mr. March or the Countess will catch you... and that's the last thing you'd want."
"Okay..." I agreed.
I settled into the bed and he laid down beside me. On any other day it would've been weird to sleep next to a stranger, but after everything that had happened, it seemed like the only thing slightly normal. My mind was still racing and I still had so many questions, but I was exhausted and strangely, I trusted Tristan when he said he didn't want to kill me. I almost felt as if he was protecting me, in a weirdly possessive way. In his mind, I belonged to him. And honestly, at that point I did.
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Okay, so short-ish chapter! lol, but it was getting late (it's 3AM here xD) so I figured I'd end it like this. I hope you guys enjoy it so far! I enjoyed writing the chapter (and I'll admit.. I was listening to "Tag You're It" by Melanie Martinez while writing and it helped inspire me a little, haha)! Like I said, I have so many ideas prepared for this story, so keep letting me know what you think in the comments and make sure to follow me, and I'll try to update as much as possible! Hopefully I'll have another update by tomorrow night, if not then early the next morning maybe! If there are any spelling errors or places where I screwed the grammar up, I will fix them tomorrow. xD I'm just really tired right now and I need sleep just as much as Alexa at this point! lol! Thanks for reading you guys!! <3 Much love! - Thrillwriter13
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Hidden Secrets (An AHS: Hotel/Tristan Duffy Fan-Fiction)
أدب الهواةAlexa entered the Cortez hotel thinking she'd only be staying a night. She was only 21 years old and running from problems that most girls, especially her age, never encounter. Something about the Cortez lured her in. Like a gravitational pull, she...