❝ 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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ALSIE looked down at the blade in her hands, the light of the hotel room bouncing off to make rainbow marks on the walls. She was a killer, a predator that stalked her prey under the cover of shadows. Yet, she was still nervous about going and coming face to face with the men that endangered her very existence. She remembered their aristocratic gestures, the pompous turn of the cheek, and how they would show off every little talent their magic gave them. Most likely, the men she encountered were either retired or dead, but no doubt would the next generation be just as flamboyantly confident as their ancestors.
She would have contacted Cordelia, to tell her the new plan and to go ahead with the perfect execution. But she knew better. That beautiful witch would only try and stop her. Cordelia was only good to her for other reasons, like keeping her safe with protection spells, but it seems that had finally expired for her. She needed action, blood on her hands, and the finale of the lives that wanted to end hers. She could care less now about staying hidden.
A knock on her door had her glancing away from the sharp little thing, her mind being removed from the haze that was her anxious thoughts. She tossed the blade on her bed, walking over to the door and opening it to reveal the nervous face of Iris, the hotel's manager. Her large glasses couldn't hide the way her blue eyes were wide from fright.
"Yes?" Alsie asked, quirking up an eyebrow in interest. The shorter woman had her hands mashing together in a way that told Alsie she was scared to even utter words. The way she kept opening and closing her lips was making Alsie on edge, as she knew the little woman was quite easily terrified. Especially of the immortal residents.
"I have two messages to give you," Iris started, glancing into Alsie's green emeralds before looking away. "One is from the master. He would like to see you soon for brunch," She sighed out a deep breath, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Alsie could feel her heart throb with strain, her blood pushing quickly through her as if she was doped up on heroin. Maybe Sally did infect her with her needle. "The last...is from The Countess who also requests your hand to dine with her."
