Heartbreak Hotel: Concubine

Velvet Rose

December 30th

18:54 pm

Isaac gazed blankly at me, not quite understanding what was going on or what my words meant. He tucked his hands into his pants, narrowing his eyes in a cocky look while he waited for me to explain. I rolled my eyes and humbly covered the bodies, rolling them back into the cubes. The elderly woman closed them, grunting what a waste of time this was.

As excited as I initially felt, their nonchalance and dismissive attitude turned me off. Why should I even tell these noobs what exactly was going on when they clearly saw me as a joke. I'll save the juices for the Queen herself. I turned around and thanked the hag for her hospitality, giving her a plastic smile when she only waved me off.

I wish you'd be the next victim. Tch.

I sighed and shook my head, annoyed that I had to work with these people. Then again, I had chosen for Isaac to come, so it was initially my fault that this awkward emotion in my gut was created.
I nodded to the guards on my way to the stairs that led up to the normal part of the house, rushing to get away from the dreadful place. My flushed cheeks immediately twinged with a prickly feeling when I exited the house, sighing in relief.

White cloud of air escaped my lungs and I looked up at the sky. It wasn't clear, coated in white, puffy cotton whites that inclined a hint of snow and rain. If it would fall now, I had the impression it would wash away all the dorty stress and relieve me of the grudge. The grudge towards the very place I would now be returning to.

If that happened, I might even feel a little bit of sympathy for the lost souls of that family. But they wronged me. I couldn't let that go.

My sentimental moment was interrupted with a grunt and padding footsteps of Daddy Longlegs, who took his place right next to me. He lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke with a bored expression on his face. That's what he always was though; bored, uninterested in anything that was normal around him.

Sex and drugs were his priority. I couldn't understand that. Maybe I didn't even want to, but I couldn't help feeling a bit lonely when he acted as though I was the ugliest worm on his shoe.
The guards passed us and left us in silence. Me staring up at the sky, him smoking and occasionally runnin a hand through his raven tresses.

I couldn't help it.

My eyes solely wandered towards his form, falling onto the dimly expression of his handsome face. My eyes shone with light admiration, gauging the gentle features, until he would frown  and inhale a set of poison into his lungs.
His hair was slicked back and the tattoo on the back of his neck and head was prominent in the illumination of the house light. His ear was pierced by a black earring, toning into the whole bad boy aesthetic. In this coldness and the misty night, he stuck out from the rest, so black and stunning, that you could pick him out even in a crowd. Even if the fog was as thick as a cloud.

As if sensing a strange twist in the atmosphere, he looked towards me, our eyes locking in a vortex of unclear sensations. His own only widened for a fraction, while mine stayed paralyzed, crystal clear and twinkling. He seemed as though something had struck him, a ghost of irritation crossing his features, until he stopped and just breathed in sink with me.

As if frozen, we stared. A terrible staring contest with a rush of something unknown we both couldn't decipher. Lost. In the sea of brown, swimming frantically in attempt to reach the surface.
It was attraction. A spark that flared between us like fireworks on a New Year's eve, blasting away the crowd and us with it. For the first time, I couldn't find an explanation and I didn't want to fight the haze he brought with him.