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grunted and walked away.
Reginald took in the rest of the room. There was a fair-sized line at the check-in counter as there always was. He saw a couple get keys to their rooms as a bellboy began to drag their luggage towards the elevators. Several people were lounging around on the sofas that were neatly lined up in the lobby. A large group was standing around a television on the other end yelling about some play that had just happened in the local basketball game. Reginald smiled as he saw one of the hotel staff walking over to quiet them. He smelled food coming from a large pair of doors leading into the famous Palace Restaurant. Each time he visited, he did wish for a moment that he could still eat solid food.
Trying to ignore his growling stomach, he turned towards the back wall that was lined with eight elevators. Each elevator had a friendly greeter standing beside it, nodding and pressing the button as new people walked up. Luckily, there was few people waiting to get on the elevators, making Reginald slightly more comfortable about what he had to do. He stepped over to the last elevator that was marked with an 'authorized personnel' sign beside it.
"Can I help you sir?" the greeter asked, looking Reginald over politely.
"Umm, yes," Reginald muttered. "I need to go down, please." He reached into his wallet and showed the man his ID.
"That's not quite enough sir," the man said, looking at him closely. "You should know what else I need."
Reginald nodded and closely looked around. No one seemed to be watching them. "Alright," he said, and curled his lip up so that the man could see his teeth.
"Something's missing, son," the greeter said, looking annoyed.
"Umm, don't worry, it will happen," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. 'Think of the woods. Think of the grass. Think of fresh prey. Blood. Blood.'
He slowly felt his fangs begin to drop down. "Alright, alright," the greeter said, pressing the button beside the door. "Don't bust a vessel or nothing."
Reginald chuckled and scratched his head. "That usually doesn't happen," he said, walking into the open elevator.
"Sure it doesn't," the greeter muttered as the doors closed.
The elevator was cozy with dim lighting coming from the ceiling. The carpet on the floor was a bright red, which went well with the dark cedar wood that most of the walls were made of. Reginald nodded at the pretty woman who was standing beside the console. She was dressed as hotel staff.
"Which floor do you require?" she asked politely.
Reginald knew there were only two responses to the question. "Requiem, please," he answered, firmly taking hold to one of the handles.
"Yes, sir," she said, smiling and revealing her fangs. She pressed a button at the bottom of the panel. Reginald breathed deep as he felt the elevator begin to descend. "We shall arrive shortly."
Reginald nodded, trying to keep himself steady as the elevator picked up speed.
"Is this your first visit to the Ottowash Requiem?" the woman asked, casually leaning against the wall. "I don't recall seeing you before."
"No," Reginald answered, shaking his and instantly regretting it as the world began to spin around him. "I don't visit often."
"I see," she said, noticing his motion sickness. "Well you should visit more often, sir. We are constantly adding reasons for members of vampire-kind to visit our expanding domain."
Reginald slightly nodded. "Yes, I remember my last visit quite well. I don't believe there is much here that suits me."
The woman shrugged. "I guess you can't please everyone."
A minute later the elevator began to slow until it came to a gentle stop. The doors opened with a pleasant ding. "Have a very pleasant night, sir, if you can," the woman said, her smile not moving.
"Good night," Reginald said, ignoring her attitude as he stepped out of the elevator. He smiled as he looked around. 'Well it never fails to impress, at least,' he thought. The rocky ceiling two hundred feet above him was carefully
Reginald took in the rest of the room. There was a fair-sized line at the check-in counter as there always was. He saw a couple get keys to their rooms as a bellboy began to drag their luggage towards the elevators. Several people were lounging around on the sofas that were neatly lined up in the lobby. A large group was standing around a television on the other end yelling about some play that had just happened in the local basketball game. Reginald smiled as he saw one of the hotel staff walking over to quiet them. He smelled food coming from a large pair of doors leading into the famous Palace Restaurant. Each time he visited, he did wish for a moment that he could still eat solid food.
Trying to ignore his growling stomach, he turned towards the back wall that was lined with eight elevators. Each elevator had a friendly greeter standing beside it, nodding and pressing the button as new people walked up. Luckily, there was few people waiting to get on the elevators, making Reginald slightly more comfortable about what he had to do. He stepped over to the last elevator that was marked with an 'authorized personnel' sign beside it.
"Can I help you sir?" the greeter asked, looking Reginald over politely.
"Umm, yes," Reginald muttered. "I need to go down, please." He reached into his wallet and showed the man his ID.
"That's not quite enough sir," the man said, looking at him closely. "You should know what else I need."
Reginald nodded and closely looked around. No one seemed to be watching them. "Alright," he said, and curled his lip up so that the man could see his teeth.
"Something's missing, son," the greeter said, looking annoyed.
"Umm, don't worry, it will happen," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. 'Think of the woods. Think of the grass. Think of fresh prey. Blood. Blood.'
He slowly felt his fangs begin to drop down. "Alright, alright," the greeter said, pressing the button beside the door. "Don't bust a vessel or nothing."
Reginald chuckled and scratched his head. "That usually doesn't happen," he said, walking into the open elevator.
"Sure it doesn't," the greeter muttered as the doors closed.
The elevator was cozy with dim lighting coming from the ceiling. The carpet on the floor was a bright red, which went well with the dark cedar wood that most of the walls were made of. Reginald nodded at the pretty woman who was standing beside the console. She was dressed as hotel staff.
"Which floor do you require?" she asked politely.
Reginald knew there were only two responses to the question. "Requiem, please," he answered, firmly taking hold to one of the handles.
"Yes, sir," she said, smiling and revealing her fangs. She pressed a button at the bottom of the panel. Reginald breathed deep as he felt the elevator begin to descend. "We shall arrive shortly."
Reginald nodded, trying to keep himself steady as the elevator picked up speed.
"Is this your first visit to the Ottowash Requiem?" the woman asked, casually leaning against the wall. "I don't recall seeing you before."
"No," Reginald answered, shaking his and instantly regretting it as the world began to spin around him. "I don't visit often."
"I see," she said, noticing his motion sickness. "Well you should visit more often, sir. We are constantly adding reasons for members of vampire-kind to visit our expanding domain."
Reginald slightly nodded. "Yes, I remember my last visit quite well. I don't believe there is much here that suits me."
The woman shrugged. "I guess you can't please everyone."
A minute later the elevator began to slow until it came to a gentle stop. The doors opened with a pleasant ding. "Have a very pleasant night, sir, if you can," the woman said, her smile not moving.
"Good night," Reginald said, ignoring her attitude as he stepped out of the elevator. He smiled as he looked around. 'Well it never fails to impress, at least,' he thought. The rocky ceiling two hundred feet above him was carefully
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