Hello all!
-First, I do not own any of the Weetzie Bat books, or their characters. I just wish I had Weetzie's style...-sigh-
-Second, I hope you guys enjoy this! I know lots of you love my NATM and it won't be put on hold! I'll just have to write them both at the same time!
His first customer of the night was a quiet girl. As she manuvered into the yellow cab in the light of the setting sun, the driver felt ill at ease. She said very little, only to direct him to their destination. Her voice was tiny and whispery, like spider webs in the wind. Other than that, she stared out the window with startlingly violet eyes. Her chesnut colored hair was piled atop her head messily, tiny tendrils coiling their way down her heart-shaped face, only slightly hiding the delicately pointed ears. The driver could feel emotion roiling off of her, the saddness penetrating deep in his heart. Tears filled his eyes of their own voilition. He didn't dare ask her why she felt that way. He just drove. The meter clicked each mile. As pretty as this girl was, he couldn't wait to get away from her.
Winnie put on her jacket just as the taxi arrived in front of the hotel. The sun had gone to bed now, and the stars twinkled down at her. She pulled her suitcase out of the trunk and paid the driver, who flew as soon as the money connected with his hand, the bills almost scattering to the wind like green butterflies. Pulling the jacket around her tightly, though it wasn't cold, Winnie trudged up the steps, through the door, to the front desk. A woman with beautiful ebony skin was there to greet her, silken black locks swept neatly back in a chignon. Her name tag read "Bella."
"How may I help you?" The woman's voice was pleasant in Winnie's ears. Winnie gave her a small smile, a rare thing for those who knew her. Bella could feel this, and smiled back. "I need a room, just for one, please," Winnie replied. Bella nodded, and handed her a key. She saw the blue tinge of Winnie's fingernails and gently took her hand. "Don't give up," she whispered. Winnie did not respond. She followed the bellboy through the halls and up the stairs to her room. It was spacious, one bed, television, table, chair, a spacious bathroom, which held a claw-foot tub. Two large doors opened up to a balcony. She tipped the bellboy, then settled down on the bed. "Well," she said aloud, "now I don't know what to do." Winnie hadn't planned this far ahead.
Pan sat at the room service desk twirling a jacaranda flower in his fingers. The purple petals fell delicately to the desk as he spun faster. He hated this season. It always reminded him of Phaedra. She had loved jacarandas. She had loved him too, or so he thought. He tossed the remaining stem out the window and swept the petals off of his desk. This season was not all bad. They made him think of his friend, Weetzie Bat. The time she had spent here a few summers ago was, to say the least, great fun. He smiled remembering, showing the tiny gap between his two front teeth. He sighed, and looked at the clock. Only seven forty-five. "This is my nightlife," he thought to himself. "Catering to the slightest whim of needy, greedy people." Ever since Weetzie had left with her happiness, the magic of the hotel had diminished, bringing only the nastiest, most spiteful people into its comforting rooms and mystical atmosphere. Pan only hoped that another person could come along and, somehow, bring it back for everyone. Even him.
Winnie's slight figure cast a dim sillhouette from the hotel lights as she stood on the balcony. Her room faced towards the pool, where many deck chairs and umbrella-ed tables sat awaiting use. The pool water glimmered. Jacarandas climbed up the side of the hotel, twining with oleander bushes at the bottom. Winnie's felt her saddness was one she would never forget. But nevertheless, she felt an odd twinge of something magical about to happen.
Pan could feel it too.