❝ When a phantom meets the light, he starts to feel alive once again. ❞
❝ When an immortal meets death, she realizes she yearns for its dark kiss. ❞
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#1 in American Horror Story 5/6/2021
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ALSIEwas conflicted. She glared down at the cream colored envelope, golden ink was printed in the shape of her name. She knew who it was from. Liz warned her of the deathly blonde that lived in the penthouse suite. And Alsie knew, they were one in the same blood type. She also had the virus that gave her everlasting beauty and more tallies on her life chart than the average person.
The envelope had been chucked under her door as she was plugged into the bags of witch's blood, brewing in her bloodstream to make her body stronger. She knew a day would come when the woman in the scarlet dress would try to reel her in. The first time she saw her, a cloud surrounded her golden head like a black halo. She didn't like the vibe she got from her, the way the full lips on her face smiled at Alsie. It was menacing. But she wouldn't deny that she was beautiful. Like a modern day Marilyn Monroe.
She knew her uninviting glare gave this woman a more interest in her. She knew she was never denied or treated with such a harsh aura, but Alsie couldn't help herself. With one glance, she knew this woman was going to try and investigate her background. Her blue eyes were filled with a desire that made Alsie's skin crawl with uncertainty.
"She must feel threatened." Alsie whispered to herself as she flipped the envelope open, careful to not rip out the IV in her arm. The paper inside was white with a maroon border and the same golden ink painting the parchment. She could even smell a hint of the perfume the woman must have been wearing during the writing process: Frédéric Malle's The Night Eau De Parfum.
To our new guest,
I would love to invite you to the penthouse suite on the top floor. It would be most improper to not introduce myself to such a beautiful woman such as you. Please consider my invitation and the opportunity to become great friends.
Sincerely, The Countess.
She should feel welcomed from the Countess' kind words, but Alsie only felt distress. This woman would probably persist an encounter with her, even if she refused a night in her suite. Alsie felt trapped like a raven in a cage.
