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"Well, Are you ready baby?", I called when I saw Jamia rushing down the stairs of her apartment as I was standing by the door, suitcases in my hands.
"Ready as I'll ever be!", She replied with a giggle, proceeding to put on her black ankle boots as she sat on the stairs. I had already packed our suitcases in the boot of my black Ford. I was just waiting for Jamia to finish getting ready before I would take her out and make her the happiest ever. After, two years of dating, I had finally gathered up my courage.
It's going to be rather perfect.
I had booked a double room in a small hotel called "Hotel Bella Muerte". I don't know what it meant, but it sounded nice. From the pictures, it looked fine as hell. Not a lot of people would be there since it was the middle of October and people had to work, especially during the week. If the hotel would be all ours, it would just make things easier. Another bonus was that it was in Jamia's birthplace, LA. It was quite far from New Jersey so we have to take a plane, but I don't care. Anything was worth keeping Jamia happy.
We climbed into the car and drove to the airport. The drive was about 20 minutes long, and the flight beat that record by 5 hours and 4 minutes more. I then drove to the hotel at approximately 2pm, give or take a few minutes. It was quite boring until we got there, taking in its beauty.
Woah, the pictures didn't show this at all.
The thing was huge. It was a faded black color and had 2 tower-like parts at both sides of it. A neon sign underneath a balcony clearly showed the words 'Hotel Bella Muerte' even though the O and E in 'Hotel' weren't working, turning 'Hotel' into 'Hel'.
Cringe.
Woah this is putting me off already.
We walked inside to check in, hand in hand. The outside was beautiful (Except for the sign, obviously) but the inside was even better. The reception desk was spot on in the middle, surrounded by two Fern plants in big pots, one black and one red. There were two stair cases, each one beside a fern, which I guessed, led upstairs. The ceilings were very high, a crystal chandelier hanging in the centre, making it look complete.
"Welcome!", A man with black gelled hair in a neat quiff and a black suit with a red tie said, from behind the receptionist desk.
Woah, what's cooking, good looking?
Woah, Frank back off.
Leave the gay in highschool where it belongs.
We walked over, as I pushed a trolley with our suitcases on it. "Gerard Way, pleased to meet you!", He said while shaking hands with Jamia, and then me.
"May I take your names?", He asked politely with a smile.
"Iero", I replied proudly, I was tired and wanted to go sleep as soon as possible.
That was it.
I'm just tired.
Not gay.
I love Jamia.
Deal with it.
Gerard's eyes lit up as he searched his book, I caught a glimpse of it, there were a few names which all had little checks beside them, each in a different shade of red.
"Ah, here you are! Room 1A for you two!", Gerard announced. "Here you go, beautiful", He remarked shortly afterwards, handing me the keys.
Oh no he didn't.
I let the 'beautiful' slide, thinking it was meant towards Jamia.
Call her that again and that pretty nose of yours will be up you ass.
I mean ugly nose.
"Raymond will take your bags in a minute!", Gerard chirped, he was a bit too happy for my liking, but I would only have to deal with him for a week, so I didn't think too much of it. Soon, there came a boy from upstairs, he frowned as he looked at the suitcases. He was no older than 16, probably here for job experience, I figured. He was wearing a suit which was a bit too tight for his big body. 'Raymond' was taller than me, making Jamia giggle.
Oh stop it, I know I'm small.
He had light brown curly hair, slicked back into a ponytail.
I wonder how it would look like if his hair was free?
Jamia squeezed my hand, making me snap out of my imagination. She looked excited, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Aw yeah man this is what I want.
"Room 1A", Gerard declared, making Raymond sigh before taking the suitcases and bringing them up the staircase on the right, he was followed by us.
Ugh I wanna sleep already.
This is gonna be Permanent Jet Lag, isn't it?
The room were assigned to was quite 'cute' as Jamia said.
"Cute?" Really?
It was hexagonal, making it quite unusual. There was a double bed standing against one of the six walls, a desk against another and two wardrobes against another two.
"I wouldn't stay here for long if I were you", Raymond whispered, while setting down the suitcases. "It might look pretty", he continued, "But don't be fooled."
"What?", I remarked, sounding a bit annoyed. I knew how teenagers were, I was one not that long ago after all.
Look at me I'm so handsome, don't look twenty five at all!
I know I'm small stop it.
"Please call me Ray, the hotel got its name for a reas-"
"Raymond! I need you here for a moment!", Gerard yelled from the ground floor, making Ray jump.
"I-I'll be there in a second, sir!", Ray called back, trying to sound innocent as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him after giving making me look at Jamia with a frown. When we knew he had left,we just continued to look at each other in concern.
"Baby, w-what did he mean?", Jamia asked in a panicky voice. I walked over to her and hugged her, stroking her long black hair.
"I don't know love cake, he was pro'ly joking, as teenagers do", I cooed, although I was a bit afraid myself. We unpacked everything and went to bed. I was awake throughout the night.
Goddamnit, Brain, let me sleep already.
You need to worry.
Why?
You Just Gotta.
Fair Enough.
When I made sure Jamia was asleep, I headed towards the bookcase which was standing against one of the walls. I had eyed it a while ago, waiting for the right moment to attack. I tiptoed, and sat in front of it, searching the choice of books and dictionaries.
"Aha! There you are you cheeky little thing!", I muttered, as I took out a red dictionary with big white letters saying "Spanish Dictionary" on the cover. I immediately found B and looked for the first part of the phrase, remembering the meaning before searching for another word. 'Muerte....", I said under my breath, when my eyes lit up, indicating that I found what I had searched for. I put the pieces together and murmured in confusion.
"Beautiful Death"
Smooth.
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Hope you guys liked the first chapter! I'm really excited to write this story!
This is going to have slow updates btw, sorry.
xoxoDunWithStump
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Fanfiction"Gerard Way, Pleased to meet you", He says to every one of his victims before he cruelly murders them in his "House of Horror".
