Evan peters imagines ( GRAPHIC/ MATURE )

That black heart of yours (james march)

WARNING:
If you are triggered by blood, guts, gore, sex, and just straight up brutality then this is not the way to go.
I don't know why you would click it in the first place I mean ITS JAMES PATRICK MARCH
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      The wines of your stereotypical blonde friend caught everyone's attention "Aw, Come on (y/n), I'm tired, and it's getting dark. God I'm sick of running on no energy."
(F/n) complained as I strolled the car through the streets of LA.
"We can stop somewhere to stay for the night if you'd stop whining".
We walked together on the blue streets, as the sun went down, and the creeps started to croak.
An old hotel was spotted from a few yards away titled 'cortez' .
(F/n) jumped back "(y/n)!! There's a cool retro hotel right before our eyes we have to stay!"

"Fine. But I screwed up dude, and I'm sick of you complaining about my issues."

"Whore" I heard her say.
I acted like everything was fine.
She scanned her phone completely ignoring our surroundings.
I pulled into the classic yet cheap hotel Cortez.
It's rumored to be severely haunted, hope he has hell of a night because I'm ditching him there.
"Ugh.. you couldn't find a more comforting place.."
He wined like sassy child.
We pushed opened the doors, and brought ourselves to the front desk were an old lady with wide framed glasses stood reading.
She let out a sigh and grabbed a key from the wall behind her.
"It's 50 bucks a night.."
She slapped the key onto the desk.

"Uh.. look (y/n).. we could find a way nicer hotel for cheap. Cheaper than this reeking place."
Alex said.
The old woman's face turned as if she was offended.
"I-I'm sorry it seems he has no manors"
I glared at Alex.
"whore"
He whispered without the knowledge the old woman and I could hear.
"We'll take a room here".

".. hahaha.."
She laughed quietly to herself.
"have a great night you two.."
She passed me the key.
I flipped it over looking at the room number.
"..63?"
We brought our sleep deprived selves into the room..

"Yeah, whatever I'm going to bed"
Dylan hopped under the sheets.
Heart broken I went to the hotels bar.
After a few bourbons I began to feel really dizzy, and it seemed there was a lot more people than I expected.

"Hey m'am.. where did all these people come from?"
I said drunk and confused.
The bald cleopatra like figure gracefully took away my glass.

  "Sometimes when were intoxicated we don't perceive things the same."
She lit a cigarette.
"I'm probably just upset.. my boyfriend is a total asshole and I just don't know how to escape him.."
I covered my eyes.
"You gotta dump him, any man who lies, cheats, or ignores you is no man worth any girls time at all.."
She blew out the smoke from her cigarette.
I whipped my sour eyes and sucked it up.
"Yeah.. your right. I'm stronger than he is why am I crying over a man worth nothing to me?"
I smiled.
"Thank you m'am.."

"You remind me of a woman I know..I wonder.."
She said under her breath lifting an eyebrow.

"Well anyways dear, the bar closes in ten you might want to get to bed.."

"Right.."
I lifted myself up, shaking and dizzy.
I felt out of my body. Not present.
My balance was off and I was having lots of trouble knowing where my room was. I had a slight heavy sensation of spinning.
I opened the door to what I thought was my room to find a man covered in blood digging a dagger into Dylan's chest.
I felt my eyes widen, in shock he stood up and walked to me with the knife still in his hand.
Ready to stab me.
"Wait.."
I said
"I want to help.."
He looked confused, and closed the door.
I turned around and asked him for the blade.
"I've always found gore invigorating."
I smiled.
Breathing as fast as a humming bird,
I had no control and the next thing I knew I was thrashing his throats with this random guy's blade.
"Oh dear.. what a mess you've made of yourself.."
The hairs on my back raised as he spoke with his unusual yet appealing accent.
Turning around to see an old fashioned man with a small mustache above his upper lip.
Insanity was written all over him.. but something about his eyes pulled me forwards..
his black eyes..
He started laughing down at me, I realized I was on my knees grabbing his suit pants.