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Authors: Karli Rush
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red river like a majestic fortress. The towering columns and series of brightly lit vast windows signature the night sky. The giant supreme orb of the moon pales in comparison. Just as the majority of the structures here exhibit grotesque gargoyles the Hotel displays them boldly for all to see.
I'm ushered in through a very refined lobby, buffed inlay marble floors, shimmering crystal chandeliers, and visibly unreal spaciousness. The elegance of this place makes me feel a little under dressed. If I had known I would be plunged into this unusual atmosphere, I would have worn my dark and sassy assumption of a merchant dress tonight. We take the stairs to the center solitary elevator, Emerick presses a few gold-toned buttons and we're off. There is no elevator music, just the sound of him brushing a fleck of lint off his coat with the tip of his finger. He eyes me and I eye him, probably wondering what I'm thinking and I'm wondering what he's thinking.
With his wraparound shades removed I note the vivid dark-green in his eyes, I try not to stare as his tongue brushes over his highly white teeth. His perfectly pronged fangs lengthen and recant briefly. I redirect my attention watching the red floor numbers flash by on the indicator screen. The number forty glows and the door s motion open.
We make an entrance into a dizzying lavished fine-dining room, and it's loaded full with people, vamps and avid chattering. The clinking of wine and champagne glasses ring out as I follow Emerick who glides through the room to a far wall, up the three short steps to a long and elegant dining table. Formally seated along the back wall, which overlooks Solace is the one I have been brought to meet. His features are young, highly sophisticated and explicitly flawless. He's unquestionably easy on the eyes, but, there's a harshness to him … and his eyes give him away. There is a raw prowling power behind those beautiful blue maleficent eyes that pricks a nerve deep in me. Goose bumps dance all along my skin and I literally flinch when he slants his head a bit appraising me. I use to get the same impression before mommy dearest would lose her cool and rip her victim's throats out and toss them out like garbage.
“Ah, the lovely Miss Kinsley... I am so pleased you could join us, let me introduce myself. I am Krew... Krew Voynich, and would you prefer Mattie?” I nod my head as a seat is pulled out for me. I quickly confirm my suspicions that everyone in here spends more money on one shoe than I do on my entire outfit. I clear my throat and address him.
“I would have dressed up a bit if I had been decently informed when I had asked.” I cut a hard right and narrow my eyes at Emerick. He's oblivious to my statement as he takes a sip of his drink, I calmly direct my gaze back to the vampire running the show.
“I understand you seek employment within the organization.” Again, I nod. “I also believe that you have requested a very unique form of compensation.” He steeples his striking manicured fingers at the ridge of his chin.
“Daylight,” I breathe out and it's the only word that hounds me, day after day. It's the only thing I want other than him and I'm not going to open that can of sunshine.
“Yes, indeed. Are you willing to accept the terms of employment here with us, Mattie?” His head tilts forward casting darkness over his dangerous eyes.
“I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure what these terms are,” I state, trying to not sound too condescending.
“My apologies, I was under the impression that this had been discussed. His gaze coasts over to Emerick for only a lick of an instant.
“I will make sure it's taken care of, Sir,” Emerick says without ceremony.
“Let me give you the abridged list then, we can simply orient the main points before the main course begins.” He dabs the white linen napkin along his unerring lips. He doesn't make any other gesture other than placing his fork down. A server quietly
I'm ushered in through a very refined lobby, buffed inlay marble floors, shimmering crystal chandeliers, and visibly unreal spaciousness. The elegance of this place makes me feel a little under dressed. If I had known I would be plunged into this unusual atmosphere, I would have worn my dark and sassy assumption of a merchant dress tonight. We take the stairs to the center solitary elevator, Emerick presses a few gold-toned buttons and we're off. There is no elevator music, just the sound of him brushing a fleck of lint off his coat with the tip of his finger. He eyes me and I eye him, probably wondering what I'm thinking and I'm wondering what he's thinking.
With his wraparound shades removed I note the vivid dark-green in his eyes, I try not to stare as his tongue brushes over his highly white teeth. His perfectly pronged fangs lengthen and recant briefly. I redirect my attention watching the red floor numbers flash by on the indicator screen. The number forty glows and the door s motion open.
We make an entrance into a dizzying lavished fine-dining room, and it's loaded full with people, vamps and avid chattering. The clinking of wine and champagne glasses ring out as I follow Emerick who glides through the room to a far wall, up the three short steps to a long and elegant dining table. Formally seated along the back wall, which overlooks Solace is the one I have been brought to meet. His features are young, highly sophisticated and explicitly flawless. He's unquestionably easy on the eyes, but, there's a harshness to him … and his eyes give him away. There is a raw prowling power behind those beautiful blue maleficent eyes that pricks a nerve deep in me. Goose bumps dance all along my skin and I literally flinch when he slants his head a bit appraising me. I use to get the same impression before mommy dearest would lose her cool and rip her victim's throats out and toss them out like garbage.
“Ah, the lovely Miss Kinsley... I am so pleased you could join us, let me introduce myself. I am Krew... Krew Voynich, and would you prefer Mattie?” I nod my head as a seat is pulled out for me. I quickly confirm my suspicions that everyone in here spends more money on one shoe than I do on my entire outfit. I clear my throat and address him.
“I would have dressed up a bit if I had been decently informed when I had asked.” I cut a hard right and narrow my eyes at Emerick. He's oblivious to my statement as he takes a sip of his drink, I calmly direct my gaze back to the vampire running the show.
“I understand you seek employment within the organization.” Again, I nod. “I also believe that you have requested a very unique form of compensation.” He steeples his striking manicured fingers at the ridge of his chin.
“Daylight,” I breathe out and it's the only word that hounds me, day after day. It's the only thing I want other than him and I'm not going to open that can of sunshine.
“Yes, indeed. Are you willing to accept the terms of employment here with us, Mattie?” His head tilts forward casting darkness over his dangerous eyes.
“I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure what these terms are,” I state, trying to not sound too condescending.
“My apologies, I was under the impression that this had been discussed. His gaze coasts over to Emerick for only a lick of an instant.
“I will make sure it's taken care of, Sir,” Emerick says without ceremony.
“Let me give you the abridged list then, we can simply orient the main points before the main course begins.” He dabs the white linen napkin along his unerring lips. He doesn't make any other gesture other than placing his fork down. A server quietly
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