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The Beginning

Posted: 02/08/2017

James March has spoken to his new fiance about getting rid of his ex wife who is dead in Hotel Cortez for some time now. With the young woman studying black magic. She's able to make it happen. Along side March and Tristan, Torili takes her first visit to this haunted hotel, and comes face to face with the evil that has been haunting it's walls since long before she even died.

OPEN RP: With the group just opening up, this is a good place to get started.

CHARACTERS: Torili Hunter The Countess James March/Jason Shield Tristan Duffy Kai Parker

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The Hotel Cortez, built by a king who wished to please his queen, had now become a haunted blaze of Hell fire filled glory, and that, was putting a colorful spin on it. This place once owned and run by the somewhat living James March, now was consumed within the hatred of his late wife, The Countess. A nasty woman, and not just because she was a blood thirsty vampire either. Elizabeth had a dark soul, a lust for power, and control. Something she didn't get as much in life as she did now, in death.

Then on the flip side of the very same coin, was sweet little Torili Hunter, soon to be Torili Shields. A gentle heart with a long, dark history. A woman who put the joy and happiness of all above herself, but while she didn't indulge herself in creating darkness, she found herself surprisingly drawn to it. The pure morbid nature of those who were around her, as if she could see into their insides, and find just who and what they were.

Two very different woman, two very different creatures, drawn together by one common interest, well, a lack of an interest was more like it in the terms of The Countess. For years James did everything in his power to please her, nothing however caused a stir, not really, and now, now he was going to ruffle her feathers a little bit more. Meeting Tristan, and speaking to James March, otherwise Jason Shields, her future husband, Torili had decided that it was time to visit this morbid hotel, and end things once and for all.

Torili studied the art of black magic, though she didn't use it as much as one would figure she should. This however, was a special occasion. The Countess had no idea that her days were in fact numbered, or that there was a rebellion being plotted against her. The woman was dead, what more damage could they possibly do to her? She sat in the room of her suite, sipping from her usual champagne glass of blood while she watched out the window, indulging herself in the fight that went on in the room next door.

Though she was merely human in this after life, she felt the need to remind herself what she once was, not wishing to forget her love of the blood, her love of the death. Something stirred her however, deep in the pit of her stomach as the front doors to the hotel opened. She could sense his presence, her husband, and she grit her teeth. This was not the only thing she found discomforting being brought to her abode however, a young woman seemed to entertain him, and this, would not do, not for her, not, in her home.

Torili was surprisingly calm as she entered the doors of the hotel, James March and his trusted right hand Tristan Duffy not far behind her. The two men had spent years trapped in one way or another behind these walls, so they were in no hurry to enter, Torili however? She had to know. This place held such darkness, such mystery, so many hate filled moments, blood splattered nights. She had to feel it for herself.

The young woman was a kid in a candy store, a vision seen quite clearly within her eyes as she looked around in complete awe at what stood before her. "It's beautiful" Tor breathed out in a soft tone. The place was absolutely enchanting, not just the sight either, she could feel all the negative energy that surrounded her and it seemed to feed her thoughts, her emotions. The lobby was still active with people. People who knew the hotel was haunted and wanted to see it, people who didn't know the hotel was haunted and were enjoying their stay and, the dead.

The dead, right out here in the open among everyone else, and nobody seemed to even notice. It was magnificent. Tor's heart was a flutter with joy as she moved further into the main lobby of the hotel. The man behind the desk attempting to grab her attention, but failing as her attention was other places. Moving to one of the sitting areas she brushed her hand over the back of one of the chairs. "Miss, uh miss?" Being said behind her, only to be muffled as the man took sight of James.

For Torili this place was beyond alive, however, everything was cut short as a cold chill ran down Torili's spine. She swallowed hard as her gaze lifted to the stairs. Standing there, against the banister was a tall, slender woman, hair white as the snow, wearing a long flowing red gown. Torili took a step back from the chair as she practically forced herself to begin breathing again. Watching as the woman descended the stairs. In her research she'd seen the woman before her in pictures, but seeing her now, in the flesh.

Well, flesh obviously being a relative term, it was entirely different. "You fear me child?" The woman questioned in a low, devious tone as she eyed Torili who simply shook her head in a slow manner. Words unable to escape her lips. "Well you should." She warned as she approached March and Tri, for a brief moment her gaze moved to Tristan, a slight shake of her head before she looked to March. A smile slowly forming on her face as she spoke, gesturing back to Tor.

"Midlife crisis, James dear? Feeling so, beyond your years you bring a child into your presence to regain your youth?" The Countess questioned before she turned her attention sharply back to Torili, causing the young woman to jump slightly. "It's to late for you, James, you're old, just like the rest of us, and, you can do so much better." Elizabeth rang out as she reached a hand out and took a hold of a bit of Torili's hair, running her fingers through it. Pєяfect Iℓℓυsion

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In the beginning, there had always been darkness. Nothing but death surrounded the figures within the hotel. Yet most of the deaths were either caused by that sack of shit addict, or the tremors of the master behind the mask. Hotel Cortez was brilliantly lit. The red carpeting, and golden banisters left it as a dazzling ruby, in a ring setting. Dusted over with the souls of yesterday, and the souls of today. March wore his blue most handsome suit. A red tie, and his favorite cane to his hip. His new body was darted with the scars his preacher father had left him. It was told, that you'd be shamed, further. For not abiding by his rules.

A dart of his tongue dashing over his lips. While gazing at everyone. The entrance was beyond intriguing. With Tor on his arm, he watched as people began to take notice of him. John, a detective that had died just outside the hotel. Had been brought back in by March. When Jason returned, he did plenty of dark art magic. Having gained all the appeasing pleasures of magic. From the young black witch that had thought she was going to be his challenge. When he killed her, he'd absorb her power.

Though with the bitch in his sight. James walked even taller. Funny how the blonde once gorgeous to him, Sickened him. "Now now darling, I am dead. No midlife Crisis for me. So sorry our dinner is about years late. I've had others to attend to. "I'd like you to meet my wife, well shes about to become my wife. We are here to set up the beauty of our wedding. Tristian, was just bringing us here." He eyed Tris, to play along.

Fingers tightened around his cane as he raised it, pushing the countess out of the way.

"Please dear, you are making a mockery out of yourself. In front of our guests." He hissed. Standing in the lobby, he looked to Tor.

"I think the lobby would be appealing you darling?" It was destined to gain much attraction. As the hotel guests, had missed, or either craved that darkness to return. And the moment he had stepped through the door. She, The Hotel Cortez had come back to life. "Also, I'd like to see my son, as he will no longer be kept in a room locked away." Jame's dark eyes met his ex wife's. For she had tried to abort him, now kept him locked away in the room upstairs third floor room 33. тαιnte∂ ℓσve

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Tristan held back as he followed March and his new fiance into the hotel. He was on high alert, of anything that could possibly go wrong, and knowing the bitch was here, that was everything. As she appeared he grit his teeth together, avoiding saying or doing anything that could cause a stir. While he wanted the bitch gone, he didn't want to increase his suffering on her way out the door.

As The Countess' attention went to her, he gave a smirk. One of his, signature smirks as he simply allowed the ex couple to interact. When he was mentioned, he nodded his head. "A dying man deserves a last request, doesn't he?" Tristan questioned the countess with his usual cocky tone. All a mask, to hide what was really going on. When Elizabeth moved to touch Torili, Tristan looked to March, but only briefly as to not raise any signals.

Elizabeth was not a fan of betrayal. He'd already learned that once or twice, and he could only hope at this point, with her no longer being an immortal bitch, that she couldn't smell it like she claimed she could in her life. The man remained silent during the remaining duration of the conversation, simply nodding to the desk clerk to check them in and moving to the counter to speak to the man, as to avoid being drawn into something he wanted nothing to do with. The ∂aякиeѕs RPG

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KAI POST

It wasn't like I was looking for trouble.

... Alright fine, I'm always looking for a bit of trouble. But it wasn't until I stepped foot into the Cortez, that its power radiated underneath my feet. God, it was intoxicating. I could sense something was going down, as I watched the woman, cross over to the other three individuals.

"Now we have action." Kai spoke softly settled back against the chair. Watching the woman and the pretty young one talk. She didn't like Kai, and her boyfriend, well... that was another thing. He seemed to own the place as if; he lit the place on fire with his energy.

Tempting, I wanted that cane, oh and the hotel. But only if they'd allow it. Seemed like the god damn place had some type of magic barrier on it. At least for Kai as it seemed. He slipped is fingers in another jar of olives. Slipping one on the tip of his fingers, he'd continue to do that; until all of his fingers were tipped with the strange black color olive. He'd suck one off slowly each finger. He was eyeing, the pretty witch, the new one. Oh and the blonde, she wasn't bad. But pretty boy was even more interesting. Who knew that darkness like this could be played with, right here.

"Oh I like them." His gaze went to the strange patron whom passed. Giving Kai a look of disgust.

"Could you be anymore obvious? Gees, I like me." He rolled his eyes, sucking off the last olive off his finger.

"Show time." Kai watched as they all greeted within the lobby, and he took amusement, by settling against the railing, watching like a kid watching his first circus. Dying Fantasy

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The Countess drew her left arm in front of her chest, resting her right elbow on it as she placed her chin in her right hand, lightly tapping her index finger upon her cheek. A smirk crossing her face as March spoke. "Witty as always, I see." She responded simply, before her gaze turned to Torili as James spoke of their monthly dinners being a few years late. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me." She responded in a low, dry tone, examining Torili as James spoke of her being his future wife.

Torili smiled as March spoke of her, her gaze being more often on James than on Elizabeth, as she didn't really wish to look at the woman, considering the tension within the conversation. When Elizabeth finally looked away from Torili, she let out a sigh of relief, while the woman's gaze moved to Tristan. "A dying man, died years ago, babe." She spoke in retort as Tristan made his response. The statement of course responding to one of two things. Marriage killed, or that she would destroy him.

The Countess liked to think of the second possibility being more admirable, and as a result that was where her main focus went, as she took hold of a few strands of the woman's hair. When James pushed her out of the way, the Countess instantly turned her attention to Tristan who was at the desk. "Tristan, see to the bags of our.-" pausing she turned her gaze back to Torili. "Guest." The words slithered from her lips as if the woman were in fact a poisonous serpent underneath it all.

Torili's attention moved from Elizabeth moments after she said the word guest and stepped in beside March, looking over the place. Torili was a bit intimidated by the woman, and it was clear that she wasn't liked, each of these things however she was going to use to her advantage. She would play the scared mouse, and when the time was right, she could take Elizabeth down without much of a fight. As the woman would only laugh at her, seeing no reason to fear her, what so ever.

"I love it." Torili spoke in an excited tone as she looked up at March. "This place, it's absolutely perfect, every bit of it." She spoke in an honest tone. Not even paying attention to Elizabeth still standing, close by. After a few moments, The Countess began to walk from the lobby, making her way back up towards the stairs, stopping as she was addressed. "Is that so?" She questioned with a devious laugh before turning and placing her hand on the rail.

"You may think you still rule this kingdom, James." Turning slowly she looked to the man once more. "But you don't, you left it, for a sweet, little, tart." The woman laughed once more causing Torili to shiver slightly, the dead woman's words not really phasing her in the slightest. "If you wish to speak on the matter, you know where to find me, later. Mr. Duffy." She called for Tristan as she turned once halfway up the stairs. "See that the, happy couple are given proper accommodations." The woman spoke with a dark smile before she turned and continued up the stairs once more.

Once The Countess had finished speaking to Tristan, Torili let out a low sigh. "If the Devil wore a dress, bet he'd fit in hers." Tor stated with a soft laugh and shook her head, looking up to March with a smile. "I want to stay, I want to do what we came here to do." She continued, leaning up and kissing James' cheek. "And, I have a room request. I, I want yours. The one you died in, the one, my mother died in." As she spoke of wishing to stay in the room, her eyes never left those of her future husband. She was serious, dead serious, for her that room was very important, and allowed for things to truly move full circle. Pєяfect Iℓℓυsion

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March's gaze remained calm. He was not one to make a scene. "Witty darling?" He'd release Tor's arm to approach, the blonde bitch. To whom he was no longer in love with. "Hurts don't it darling. To feel the rage of jealousy. To taste disgust, under your tongue. He tucked a strand of her hair back into place. Stepping forward, look at you. Falling apart at the seams. Since I was terribly saddened by your death. I escaped, while your poor dull fate, has you locked in hell. Of the castle. I built for my Queen. Yet, I do believe the queen has finally arrived."

March would take a step back, grasping his fiance' Tor close. Lips meeting her cheek. While watching the bitch escape her rage.

"No need to think you are captain of this ship. Mrs March, Your bound to your hell, my hotel." His voice echoed a soft purr. One that grasped any in ear shot. "Deadly, for you shall you destroy, my soon to be wife's wedding planning. I suggest. You take up your disgusting, lifestyle elsewhere. Now do make yourself scarce." He shooed her away. His hands rolled across his loves jawline. In deep gaze of her beauty. "Now you, can have anything you please. As you are now queen of this castle...and oh darling. She welcomes you." James purred against Tor's ear. тαιnte∂ ℓσve

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Tristan stood completely unmoved as he was addressed to get the bags. He was there on business, and it wasn't hers. He was there for his boss, for March. True while when March was away, The Countess did run things, but he believed March still had full power here, especially having a new bride to be who could banish to she-devil once and for all, something that everyone, or at least most everyone within the hotel would applaud her for.

Watching her was interesting however. Torili's body showed such calm, even when uncertainty and concern showed in her eyes. As if she had prepared for this her entire life. James speaking of the queen finally arriving of course set his thoughts in stone. She had, something within her was preparing her to reclaim James March's kingdom from the devil woman who had taken control over it.

"Certainly." Tristan spoke out with a salute, ending in the middle finger as the woman turned her back to him. Momentarily the male turned to Torili as she made her request, then moved to have some bell hops see to the bags, before sending them on their way. The room in question was not usually used. Fate took Tor's mother into there that night, just as fate had allowed the room to be vacant for the request of the new queen of the castle. "Time to break out the champagne boss?" Tristan questioned with his signature dark smirk He was enjoying the show, and knew it was just getting started. The ∂aякиeѕs RPG

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KAI POST:

Kai had his front row seat. Speaking to himself a he propped his feet upon the gold bar in front of him. Leaning on the banister still looking down from the parrot lounge. "...Oh so dramatic."Kai hissed, amused by his own words. Speaking to himself. While the bar tender tended to the tables gazing at him as if he was a crazy fool.

Kai, was more than that. He was fucking god damn psychotic, and half the time. No one, knew what they were going to get. Whether he'd be half charming, or complete cruel. The power of the Hotel was driving him further. A darker soul, entering a place of pure dark magic. Demon's roamed these halls. Kai was just another flicker in the dark.

He'd been sitting there admiring the blonde, the tussle between the two. It was like watching his own god damn soap opera. Like when he fell for Bonnie, and she killed him. Deadly little witch bitch she was. Funny, how he was easily resurrected. With his own spells in his hand. He'd walk without a hesitated glimpse to the male that lurked behind them.

He drew in a sharp breath, examining the handsome man fully. He stood like a model, awaiting to be approached by a god. Kai could be a god. But all in good time, all in good time. He'd already been checked in, and settled in one of the room's on the third floor, room 35 to be exact. Kai wasn't a big sleeper, ... well only if it was Damon and Bonnie. they were mighty boring and he'd needed a new place to play. This Hotel seemed to be just what he was looking for. Dying Fantasy

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"Jealousy?" She questioned in a soft tone. She was not one to even entertain the thought. Nor one to admit to it. Elizabeth did not love James, now or even ever. This was not unknown to anyone within the walls of the hotel. However, she did love the attention that being queen of the castle gave her. The power to have men at her every beck and call. So was she jealous? Of course, but never would she admit to it. Never would she allow it to show in her words, her stride or anything else.

James, he could sense it because he knew the woman well, as he did love her, once upon a time. He knew her better than anyone could, his, gift of being a reaper helped a great deal with that as well. She closed her eyes as he spoke of his sorrow for her death. Something that was not unknown to her as a true fact, as the man did in fact love and care for her. Then the mention of his queen finally arriving, causing the woman to open her eyes, instantly meeting them with March's.

Torili just smiled between her fiance as she once more began to look around. Never in a million years did she imagine being in a place like this. The Murder House was extravogant, but this place, this place was what her wildest dreams and then some were made of. As March moved to kiss her cheek she smiled more brightly, her eyes instantly moving to meet with his. She had every chance to get under Elizabeth's skin, but she felt no need to.

She had everything her heart desired, and she had to take it from no one. March's words about Elizabeth's hell caused a soft giggle to escape Torili's lips, pressing them firmly together in hopes that no one would take notice. While Elizabeth's eyes merely narrowed on her ex husband's. "I've no interest in troubling myself with your affairs, James, long as you do well to not trouble yourself, with mine."

She knew that the talk of their son was not yet finished, and for her that would be more than enough insentive to attempt to get back into the thrown that she had grown so accustom to. After speaking she rolled her head as she was dismissed, dismissed as any of the staff within the hotel had been so many times by the both of them. Once she was gone, Torili's eyes lit up again a soft purr escaping her lips as March's hand brushed along her jaw.

Looking to the man she started to speak, only instead turning her head, to match her lips to his hand, before she made her request for their room. Closing her eyes she melted into March's touch as he spoke of her getting whatever she pleased, and now being queen of the castle. Her eyes then opened as he purred out that it welcomed her. Unlike Elizabeth, Torili didn't have high demands, she wanted him, to bare his last name, to have everyone know that she belonged to him, and he to her.

Little things, like giving herself completely to the man she loved in the very room he died in, in the very room he killed her mother in. A place that she could be welcome, feel safe, and without her even really needing to ask he gave it all to her. Without a second thought she moved to cup his face between her hands as her lips met instantly with his. Not caring who saw, or what they thought. The Countess was a distant memory in March's heart, and there was no doubt in her mind about it, and no one had ever held hers in the way that the man who stood before her did.

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Wicked Ones~ Tristian Duffy

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“My God.” The voice spoke, holding me tighter, “I can’t believe it’s you.”

Several tears flowed down my eyes as I hugged the body with all my being.

“Tristian I…. I can’t believe it’s you.” I grinned, a long stream of tears clogging my vision. He smiled, letting go and wiped away the tears with his thumb and he grabbed both my hands, a faint blush coming over me. I looked at the floor as he spoke.

“I just… I’ve missed you. So much. How long has it been? Three Years?”

“Five.” I smiled, swinging his arms, “I haven’t seen you since graduation. We stopped talking the year after.” I sighed.

“True.” He said following my sigh and biting his lip, “So what are you doing here? How long are you staying in?”

I shrugged, “You know how much I like traveling and it just looked so beautiful in here. I couldn’t resist. And hopefully for at least a week. I hope to see a lot of the LA and Cali area. What about you? I know that Will Drake moved you in here for a show… How long are you staying?”

“Forever, I suppose.” He smirked, dropping my hands at last, “I found my calling and the love of my life. I have no reason to leave.”

“O-O….Oh.” I faked a smile, “I’m so happy for you Tristian. I was gonna say, you look so much better… You know… not that you didn’t look good before and I mean-”

He smiled brightly, “I know what you mean. And I am so much better. Mentally and physically.” He winked, “You don’t look to bad yourself.”

Embarrassment flushed my cheeks and I looked around at the walls of the hotel, attempting to hide my desire to gaze into his memorizing blue eyes.

They were the first thing that drove my crush on him.

We were best friends all throughout high school. You see, I was the new kid. Teased and bullied, sometimes even beat up, Tristian took me under his wing and defended me. Since the first time he saved me from those assholes, we instantly clicked. He helped me with my problems and vice versa. Then senior year came and we already began drifting away.

Tristian dropped out halfway through. Either that or he got expelled. All cause he got addicted to coke, morphine, and all of that. Still we hung out and he even came to graduation. It was then when he told me he was moving to New York to become a model and that he was already hired by one Will Drake and that he didn’t want to, nor think he would be going home anytime soon.

I don’t think I have cried so much in my life.

We stopped talking the next year when the drugs had changed him. And I couldn’t witness it anymore.

As I came back to reality, I realized that an awkward silence had fallen and he was scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh… Anyways… I better cheek in. I’ll see you la-” He turned me around as I attempted to leave and reached into my pocket pulling out my phone typing something in.

He smirked, letting out a small chuckle, “You still have my number….”

Blushing madly from embarrassment, I looked down at my feet and nodded, “Yeah… Sorry it’s really lame.”

“No.” He shook his head, “It’s adorable.” He smirked handing me my phone, “Go to that address at the time I wrote down.” He kissed my cheek smirking, then whispered in my ear, “Wear something nice.”

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I sighed at my look in the mirror. As much as I would have liked to say I met Tristian’s demand, I looked dull and boring.

I wore a long sleeve off the shoulder white lace gown that went to my ankles. My shoes were black ballet flats.

The party was at the penthouse of the hotel and everyone inside wore bright blues and pinks. Greens. One fourth of the people wearing only their undergarments, and as soon as I got there, all I got feel was this pit in my stomach swallowing me whole.

A pit of regret.

The whole room smelt of smoke and cocaine which made me more than anything want to turn back but as I thought of Tristian, deep down I knew that I couldn't possibly leave him here, feeling committed to be here as though I had given him my truthful word that I would stay.

“Drink, madam?” A server offered, a smirk on his face.

“Um…. No thank you.” I shyly smiled, “Thank you though.” He rolled his eyes and a women in a red dress approached me.

“You seem tense dear.” She smiled softly, putting an arm behind my back, “Come. Sit beside me.” Slowly, she guided me towards a empty couch, then she grabbed my hands and stroked them with her thumb, “You have beautiful hands love.”

Trying to hide my confusion, I smiled and let a single nervous chuckle out, “Thank you. That is truly kind.”

“Yes. Well there’s no need to thank me for observing beauty. It’s what I do.” She gave my hands a squeeze and flashed me a large smile, “Now tell me dear, why won’t you drink?”

“I don’t drink….. I just have never been able to for whatever reason.” Shrugging, I looked into her eyes, hoping to find the sympathy she was expressing in her voice. Sadly though, all I found was death in her eyes. It sent chills down my spine, “Please don’t reflect it though I’m not enjoying myself, I am truly. You’ll have to forgive me.”

“Well I would hope you are enjoy yourself, as this is my party after all, I’d be heartbroken if you weren’t.”

“Well then I must apologize Ms.-”

“Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth.” I sighed, “Please forgive me. I have never been much fun. At parties or in real life.”

“That’s crap and you know it Y/N.” The voice I recognized as Tristian’s spoke and he sat down besides Elizabeth and latched his lips onto hers. He looked at me for a split second as I began to turn my eyes away from the couple tounging besides me. “You….. You see Elizabeth, Y/N doesn’t drink because her parents were alcoholics. We must not judge her for that. Elizabeth she was my best friend in high school."

"Ah. I see now… Well friends are great allies… aren’t they my dear?” She looked to me and then at Tristian, kissing him while remaining her glace at me. She stopped, then stood up, still holding both of my hands, she finally dropped them. “I’m going to get you a water dear. Tristian, entertain our guest.”

And with that, she had left us alone.

“So… um Tristian…..”

“You look great Y/N.” He smirked, “White is a really good color on you….. ”

“Says you!” I spoke, punching him, “You look so much better Tristian.”

“Yeah… All those drugs made my body a nightmare. My skin looked burnt and I felt dead inside.” Grabbing my hands, he kissed each of my palms, “Now my skin is smoother, softer, and I can feel life bursting through my veins. I have never felt more alive in my life.”

I couldn’t help but wince as he said this, closing my eyes in sadness, not opening them again until Tristan dropped my hand and some one else grabbed it, putting a glass in it.

“You look terrible love.” Elizabeth said, her expression remaining blank, “Are you feeling alright?” Not trusting my voice, I nodded. Grabbing my hand again, she guided the glass to my lips and made me guzzle some of the liquid down. “This will help.” When the glass was empty, she took it from my grasp and smirked lightly, setting it on the table while I began to cough rapidly and repeatedly.

“Are you all right Y/N?” Tristian asked, giving me a brief concerned look before kissing Elizabeth’s neck, eyes remaining on me. Again, I nodded.

“Yes…. I’m sorry… Please excuse me for a moment. ”

And with that, I slowly stood, growing dizzier by the moment.

The room of colors began to spin and I clutched my fist. Suddenly, someone grabbed my back and guided me through the area and down off the dance floor and into a bathroom. And with a single shot and hit on the back of the head I was out like a light.

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As soon as light entered my optical nerves, I began to struggle. Though shy, I was always a fighter and even the nausea and spinning room wouldn’t stop me. Only the restraints holding me down to a metal table did. Breathing in attempts to calm myself down, I decided the first step into planning my escape shouldn’t be just blindly running out, but instead figure out where the heck I was.

Closing my eyes then opening them again seemed to be the correct way to regain my blurry vision. Finally after blinking enough times, I could get a grasp and understanding of the cold feeling I was getting and the Goosebumps trailing up my arms.

Freezer. Meat locker.

Somewhere surrounded by bags and bags of red. A deep, dark, almost black red.

Blood.

That explains the burning smell of iron… rusting iron. And salt. So deep. It infatuated my senses and it was all I could smell.

“I see you’re up.” A medium pitch spoke, “Good. I suppose we may start early then.”

Slowly and confidently, a man strutted towards me in all black. He was very hypnotic, having brighter eyes than Tristian’s on top of the California tan. Normally, his strut would had been something I would have laughed at, but all I could do was stare into his eyes, both in panic and in fear.

“Y/N, right?” the male spoke, “The names Donovan… Now can I remove you the tie around your mouth or are you gonna scream? Doesn’t matter. Just thought it would be nice to have some pleasant chatter while I remove your blood.” I nodded and he removed the handkerchief as I took a deep breath, “Such a shame… You are such a pretty thing… And you smell so good. But I have children to feed.” He sighed sadly, looking away from me and grabbed a clear syringe, quickly placing the needle into my neck.

Despite dizziness and numbness that followed the drug I questioned, “How is it fair?” I started only to get a hmmm from Donovan, “How is it fair that the Countess gets Tristian and puts you on sidelines and food duty?” He looked at me and smirked, placing the first needle in my arm.

“Well it’s not. Not at all.” He chuckled, “So I got to win her back.”

“Why…. Why don’t you fight… Fight back?”

I coughed, black dots clouding my vision as I looked up at the bright lights around me.

“You know what.” He replied, “You’re actually right." He slammed the second needle back on the tray instead of putting it in my arm and looked at me. "It’s not fair… And I need to fight back..” He slid a finger down my cheek, and smiled a dark, terrifying smile, “You know why the countess chose you? Well besides jealousy?” He asked and I weakly shook my head no causing a large chuckle to spread from his lips, “Your blood smells so damn good princess and she wants it.. Yearns for it. So do I… Even your precious Tristian wants you to bleed. The ghost even sense your purity and it’s why your blood is so.. So strong.. It’s why you aren’t dead yet.”

“So you-y-you are going to-to kill me yourself?”

He chuckled, “No… Not necessary.. I am going to drain you, but don’t you worry. It’ll be quick. Painless.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glove with a long silver fingernail as he walked towards me arm without the needle and rolled up the sleeves on my dress reveling the self harm marks on my arms and slid the blade down quickly causing me to wince in pain as I looked away from him in sadness and strange numbness.

Moaning as he began sucking on my arm I attempted to blink away the black dots of my blurry vision, tears streaming down my face.

“Tristian…” I muttered weakly as the darkness was becoming too much to bear, “Tristian.”

“Won’t be coming, love. Just go to sleep.”

And so I obeyed, allowing my soul and body to be engulfed by the darkness.

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*Tristian’s POV*

C'mon Y/N…. Stay with me…..

I looked to Donovan’s dead body, removing the glove from his hand I quickly slit my wrist a bit and ran to Y/N, holding her mouth open in hopes that some of my blood will mix with her own.

Just drink the damn blood! Please Y/N.. I need you….

My only mistake cant die until I fix it… Until I tell her how much she truly is worth.

Ever since I first saw her I couldn’t get her face out of my head, her voice out of my ears, and her scent out of my nose. Even as a mundane I could smell her innocence and pure blood.

It scared me, the fact that just staring at a person and feeling that I couldn’t loose them at all. That I needed them alive or I too would be dead but I couldn’t let go… That was until I left, feeling over attached and an enormous amount of fear of my own feelings.

Love was something unspeakable in our age and over used. Then here I come feeling something real. I needed to hide from it, or so I thought, as clearly fate has spoken something else.

C'MON Y/N!

I bit my lip as tears fell from my eyes and I set down my wrist, burying her in my arms as I sobbed into her neck.

“Y/N… I’m sorry…”

Silence fell, the only noise to be heard was my sobbing and the running of the refrigerator until a soft sigh could be heard.

“T-T-Tristian….”

“Y/N?”

“Tristian.. You’re bleeding..” She coughed out, sitting up and opening her eyes, and I didn’t hesitate to chuckle and kiss her.

Fear can wait for later.

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(So…. This request disappeared but it was Tristian taking you to a wild party and yeah, I changed it a little but it worked out and still fits and I really like the way it turned out so I hope you do as well! :D)

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