Hello All! This is my first story, sorry for the poor vocabulary, English is not my mother-tongue so please be kind with me I will try my best to make a great story. Reviews are always welcome!
I don't own any characters of AHS.
Michael slowly closed his Mac and took a deep breath.
He stood up and picked up his jacket and turned to the mirror. Langdon explored himself, he was beautiful, elegant and unreachable, no man or woman could insist his charm. He could remember the time when he was just a promising warlock pupil and entered Hotel Cortez for the first time.
He remembered the strange, queer lady at the bar pouring some wine to the young girl at the bar. She was not dead, nor she, was trapped in the Hotel still she was there. Michael stopped for a second and took a glance at the girl who seemed familiar to him. He felt terrified.
„Who are you?"
He was in his room again. First the young witch offered to him her body for saving her from hell, then this gay idiot. No, no such a cheap and filthy creature could neverreach him. The crown prince of darkness, picked up the apple and remembered his previous interrogation with the guest of the house. The fag, who thinks he fucked him. "Oh, he wishes. How filthy." - Langdon smiled and shook his head.
His purpose is much more glorious than this. His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Ms. Mead entered the room, she watched her master with a proud smile. "I found her." - the robot servant opened the door widely, and a huge man with a leather plague mask entered.
The man kneeled down in front of their Lord, then slowly stood up and started to walk towards the bed. He carried a young girl in his arms and put her carefully on the huge bed. "Ms. Mead, you may check our other guests now." - Michael ordered Miriam and the soldier with impatience, he wanted to hide his confused feeling. He was searching for her since the moment they met at Hotel Cortez. Just before his interview with Mallory turned out to be surprising, but that little witch could never terrify him as much as this girl did. Still, he was so eager to find her and finally he did.
When only two of them remained in the room, he slowly removed his black gloves and reached towards the sleeping girl.
„I found you first." – Langdon smiled and observed the girl features.
Michael slowly caressed the girls face, and explored all her features. The mysterious girl, who had the same golden angelic curls just like him, white fair skin just like him. She was wearing a long off-white gown lace-gown, she looked like an angel. "You will help me." - Langdon took out a silver dagger from his jacket and cut his wrist above the girl's body.