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

Chapter Ten: Goodbye

Mr. March was gone for awhile. I'm not sure what he was tending to, but it took him the rest of that day. He didn't return to me till the next evening and when he did, he was more than ready to continue his torture. He picked up his knife and began to make small cuts down my collarbone. It hurt, but I didn't react. Mentally, I was numb. Disappointed that I had not reacted, he lit a cigarette and after smoking it for a few minutes he pressed the end of it to my thigh. I stared into his eyes as he waited for a tinge of emotion. There was nothing. I felt nothing, so I showed nothing. 

"This is no fun if you don't react." he shrugged. "How are you not in pain?"
I didn't reply.
"Speak to me! Tell me what you are feeling." he ordered.
I stared into his eyes with a blank expression.
"You truly are broken." he took a step back. "This means you are of no good use to me."

He then disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and I could hear him turning on the faucet in the bath tub. He then returned to the room and knelt down to untie my restraints.

"I'm afraid it is time for us to part ways, my dear." he told me. "I have enjoyed our time together immensely, but all good things must come to an end. And since you are most afraid of being alone, you will be leaving by yourself with only your own painful thoughts filling your mind."

After undoing my restraints he took both of my arms in his hands and carefully cut down both of them a few times, causing blood to began to drip out and onto the carpet. He then picked me up, carried me into the bathroom, and laid me in the bath tub that was now filled with water. He tied my hands together as I relaxed into the water while it began to turn red.

"I will leave you to go slowly now and to think of the moments that lead you to your dreadful ending, which your one true love refused to save you from." he said as tied both of my ankles to the faucet and then backed out of the doorway. "After all, if nothing physical can torture you, the only way to truly give you a painful death is to leave you completely isolated. Goodbye, darling."

He then closed the door and after locking it from the inside, so that even he couldn't get back in. Shortly after, I heard the door to the hotel room close. He had left the room completely. I figured he'd probably leave me to rot until some poor innocent guest found me. It wouldn't have surprised me at all.

I laid in the tub for a little while before I slowly started to lose consciousness. This was it. This was my end. After all I had fought for in life. After everything I did to escape the never-ending misfortunes life had thrown my way, I ended up in a dirty hotel room, tortured, heartbroken, and dying in a bathtub in my own blood. I laid my head back against the side of the tub and accepted that this was something that should've happened a long time ago. Life had been trying to take me out for years and I avoided it. This was my fate.

"ALEXA!" I heard Tristan's voice desperately calling from the doorway of the hotel room.
I didn't say a thing, and I don't even think I could've if I wanted to. I was too weak to speak at that point.
"Alexa! Please! Are you in here?!" he sounded hysterical.
Suddenly I seen the doorknob to the bathroom door begin to shake.
"Let me in, Alexa!" he called.

My vision began to blur a little and my hearing started to sound slightly muffled as the door busted open and Tristan rushed in. He began panicking, trying to untie my ankles and my hands. Suddenly he lifted me up out of the tub and rushed me into his room. 

"It's going to be okay! I'm going to get you help!" he said as he laid me onto his bed.
Things started to go black.
"No! No, stay with me! Alexa, please..." he pleaded. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I love you! I didn't mean for this to happen!"
I looked up into his tear filled eyes one last time and slightly smiled.

Then everything slowly faded out. My sight, my hearing, my thoughts. Everything. It all just went away. 

I had avoided death for so long.

I wasn't going to fight it anymore.

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As if my body had been instantly filled with a hot flame, I jolted back to life and was faced with Tristan holding his arms to my lips. 

"I'm not letting you die... just keep drinking." he said.
That's when I realized what he was doing. He was feeding me his blood.

I wanted so badly to push him back. The feeling his blood caused was incredibly intense in the worst way. I felt like every blood vessel in my body was exploding and like I was being lit on fire from the inside out. Then suddenly, it turned into the best feeling I had ever felt. His blood was almost pleasuring. I pulled him closer to me just before breaking away.

"I'm sorry. I had to." he apologized.
"What did you just do, Tristan?" I asked, amazed at how strong I was now feeling after being so close to death.
"Don't be angry..." he stood up from the bed.
"Tristan! What did you do?!" I demanded to know.
"I turned you." he confessed.

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I'm so sorry if this chapter was crappy. I tried. It's almost 4 AM and I couldn't get this scene out of my head, so I had to write it down! haha(: I hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to comment and let me know what you think of what's happened so far!! :D I appreciate everyone who take the time to read, like, or comment! <3 Much love! - Thrillwriter13

P.S if their are errors, I will edit it tomorrow. xD