Shadow girl ( Michael Langdon x reader)

Haunted

The air was still yet... the cold chill persisted. It chilled me to my core causing my bones to rattle desperately. Burying myself into a mountain of blankets, yet the cold always persisted. It didn't matter the weather outside or how much I bundled up. Its always cold, like the air turned to frost where ever I went.
My frozen toes curled up and I forced my eyes shut in a desprate attempt to sleep. In dreams I met a boy who's body radiated heat, my cold empty body was finally alive in his presence. My heart beating at an impossible rate as he caressed me why did it feel so real?

I was disturbed from my almost slumber by a shrill scream... But that was nothing new.
The Hotel Cortez was a place of nightmares a world between worlds. It was hard to ignore the souls trapped within these dark musty old walls.

On my first night back, I happened to catch the eye of one particularly interesting soul.

--A year earlier--

"Ah dear girl, You're an interesting one aren't you!" The strange man spoke as I entered my room, startled by the tall man in a suit his voice sung in such a strange old fashioned manner; he sat at a small oak table cards in hand as he played what looked to be solitaire.
I was about to question him on what exactly he was doing in my room but as I looked him in his dark dangerous eyes I very quickly realised the truth, despite me reserving the room, it belonged to him.

I took the seat across from him and cocked my brow, "what do you mean?"

"I know a monster when I see one. You aren't fooling anyone here but you're more then a simple serial killer aren't you?" he chuckled.

"A serial killer!? " I choked on the air around me apauled at the insinuation.

The man rested his slender pale hand on his chin as he contemplated, "You my dear, are something far less human aren't you?"

I snap slamming my hands down on the table agrovated by the question, "I'm here to see my mother. Take me too her."

Your mother?" He cocked his slender brow questioning.
I spat at his idiocy screaming, I have a tendency to loose my temper and for some reason I was particularly testy today.
"The countess, I'm guessing she doesn't talk about me much."
The last part was ment as a joke but the look of utter shock on his slender features proved it to be true.

-Present day-

His skin felt blisteringly warm. It caused the room around him to heat to the point it was unbearable even for him. He lay in his bed at this dreaded warlock academy, wearing nothing but his boxers and an uncomfortable scowl. The sweat dripping from his pale flesh.
The antichrist closed his eyes as his mind filled with fantasy's. Fantasy's about a girl, a beautiful girl he'd had in seen in his dreams for as he could remember; though they'd never truly met.
However, he presumed they where just fantasy's and there was no truth to it. He never searched for the imaginary girl who haunted his every moment; he had to focus on his father's plan.

He wanted the distraction to stop....

....for it to fade away with the uncomfortable heat.

But it couldn't be helped...

Michael grabbed his red velvet pillow wrapping his arms around it envisioning the girl pressed against him and he finally drifted off to sleep.

-1 year earlier-

My mother lent against her plush expensive chair, in her luxurious sweet not a care in the world, her beautiful blond hair flowing around her and her face coated in blood that matched the elegant gown she wore, the source of which lay half naked and dead besides her.
Mother didn't flinch when I stormed into the room, my delecate brows furrowed together angrily.

"Ahh Angel!"she cooed, "its so nice to see you again love. I was begging to thing you'd died."

My head tilts to the side as I sarcasticy coo back,"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
S

he scofs unimpressed before lifting herself from her seat and walking towards me.

"What is it you want angel?"

"I want the damn truth already!" I snap, "Tell me what I am! Im not a vampire like you, I'm something else. I can feel it my powers clawing away at me... This hunger...This pain.." tears prickled my cheeks as a spoke.

The countess ran her gloved hand across my trembling cheeks, " I'm sorry love, you know I can't.."

The rage again filled me. Causing my body to tremble and my tears to turn black, "tell . me!" I screamed my voice laced demonic growl causing the windows to shatter and the walls to crack around me and my mother to fly back into the wall.