Kidnapped by a Dream - Part 11
Sorry for the delay, been having problems with my laptop.
The train pulled into a station with a mechanical voice announcing our arrival. My legs were little more than puppets on unsmooth strings as I trailed behind my vampires. We headed for the nearest exit, both my guides having a clear view of our route and a blurred view on how four-inch heels might react with feet more accustomed to trainers. I stumbled along after them, taking in the gray tainted sky as it loomed above us in a cloud of dust and dismissively noting the change in the color of my dress.
It began as champagne pink, made of a silk that shimmered no matter how it caught the light. Strapless, flowing and elegantly simple I had a regal air about, the corseted top making my figure more appealing and the sky scraping footwear making my legs seem Amazonian. When standing still the effect was breathtaking, but whilst trudging along dirty streets whilst struggling to keep my balance it was almost a paradox.
A few more twists and bends and we were there. For all the disappointment my posture held in terms of my dress, I still looked royal standing in front of what can only be described as a violation of health and safety. High, once architecturally great ceilings were disguised under intricate cobwebs, and the carpets were a sea of bodily fluids. I could see both brothers cringe and physically flinch as the odors hit them. Stepping forward towards a paint peeled desk I found a young girl, chubby and shy, yet with an air of, excuse the cliche, inner beauty. I smiled at her as I began to book us in before I realized that I did not know the name used for the booking. I stood there, gaping at the girl as I tried to figure out why this had never crossed my mind before until she spoke.
'Master Breighdon, you are in room ten. Master Lucifer, you are in room twelve and ms. Kaylana, you are in room thirteen.'
This quickly led to a rehearsed listing of the different services provided as she grabbed our room keys and led us to our floor. A curt dismissal from Lucifer, or Lucy as I called him inside the confines of my mind, had the poor girl scurrying. Instructions to wash and change before supper at 6 am were issued as both men headed towards their room. The timings struck me as odd but nothing clicked until I realized that the room was windowless and the mini fridge stocked with a think red liquid. This grungy, run down hotel was aimed at the dead, catering to the blood suckers. Note to self; do not leave room unattended.
It began as champagne pink, made of a silk that shimmered no matter how it caught the light. Strapless, flowing and elegantly simple I had a regal air about, the corseted top making my figure more appealing and the sky scraping footwear making my legs seem Amazonian. When standing still the effect was breathtaking, but whilst trudging along dirty streets whilst struggling to keep my balance it was almost a paradox.
A few more twists and bends and we were there. For all the disappointment my posture held in terms of my dress, I still looked royal standing in front of what can only be described as a violation of health and safety. High, once architecturally great ceilings were disguised under intricate cobwebs, and the carpets were a sea of bodily fluids. I could see both brothers cringe and physically flinch as the odors hit them. Stepping forward towards a paint peeled desk I found a young girl, chubby and shy, yet with an air of, excuse the cliche, inner beauty. I smiled at her as I began to book us in before I realized that I did not know the name used for the booking. I stood there, gaping at the girl as I tried to figure out why this had never crossed my mind before until she spoke.
'Master Breighdon, you are in room ten. Master Lucifer, you are in room twelve and ms. Kaylana, you are in room thirteen.'
This quickly led to a rehearsed listing of the different services provided as she grabbed our room keys and led us to our floor. A curt dismissal from Lucifer, or Lucy as I called him inside the confines of my mind, had the poor girl scurrying. Instructions to wash and change before supper at 6 am were issued as both men headed towards their room. The timings struck me as odd but nothing clicked until I realized that the room was windowless and the mini fridge stocked with a think red liquid. This grungy, run down hotel was aimed at the dead, catering to the blood suckers. Note to self; do not leave room unattended.
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