Here we go, the second chapter of Hotel California. Hope you all enjoy.

I don't own the song or the show.

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell,

And I was thinking to myself,

'This could be Heaven or it could be Hell.'

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way.

Sara found herself in a huge front hall. For a moment Sara thought she had stepped back in time. The walls were hung with old portraits, and rich looking oriental rugs covered the hardwood floor. Pretty fancy sofas that looked as though they would be uncomfortable to sit in were seated here and there. On one wall was a massive fireplace that housed a cheery blaze. Hung from the ceiling was gorgeous crystal chandeliers. In the center of the room was the desk where people were to check in, and directly behind that was a wide staircase leading to the next level.

As Sara looked around in awe, she began to notice other things. Like how absolutely dusty the place was. Dust seemed to be everywhere. On second glance, the rugs and sofas looked faded and worn, the paintings cracked and old, and the chandeliers seemed stained. Even the fire seemed less bright somehow.

"Girl."

Sara glanced around, to see who had addressed her. An old woman came out of the shadows. Her gray hair was piled on her head, and her green eyes darted around frantically, as if she feared a monster was about to appear.

"You haven't checked in yet have you?" she asked in a furtive whisper.

"No," Sara said confused.

"Then there's still time," the old woman said. "Flee. Flee, girl, as fast as you can. Your very life depends on it!"

"Wh-what?" Sara said. This old woman was creeping her out.

The woman grabbed Sara's hand, and Sara gasped. Her skin was like ice.

"Flee!" she cried, her green eyes flashing madly. "Flee, before the monster devours you as well!"

"Grandmother!"

Sara and the old woman both turned to see a young man walking towards them with an older man behind him. As he walked towards them, the old woman let go of Sara's hand and shrank back, whimpering.

"Grandmother, what are you doing?" the young man asked with a frown.

Watching him, Sara thought he couldn't be more than twenty. He was also good looking. He was tall, and lean. His hair was a vibrant shade of red, and really long, but it looked nice. His eyes were the same shade of green as his grandmother's, but without the insane glow. However, Sara couldn't help but notice that he was extremely pale. Almost sickly in appearance. Looking at him, Sara thought it a wonder he wasn't laid out in bed.

He gently took the old woman's hand. "Grandmother, please. You're frightening the guest. Butler, take Grandmother back to her room please."

The older gentleman took the woman's arm and led her up the stairs.

"Flee!" she cried over her shoulder. "It's your last chance. Run girl!"

Sara took a step back. Maybe driving in that storm hadn't been so bad after all.

"I'm sorry about my Grandmother," The man said with an embarrassed smile. "She is ill, you see. The doctors suggested that put her in a home, but I couldn't bear the thought of her living with strangers."

Sara nodded in understanding. "I see."

"By the way, my name is Kurama," the man offered.

"I'm Sara."

"Did you wish to check in for the night, Miss Sara?" Kurama asked walking over to the desk in the middle of the room.

Sara quickly followed him. "Yes please. The storm tonight is just too awful to drive in."

Kurama nodded in agreement. "So it is. I would say it is one of the worst storms I've seen in years. The charge for one night stay is twenty dollars."

Sara was surprised. "So cheap?"

Kurama looked embarrassed once more. "I don't get enough guests to be expensive any more I'm afraid."

Sara pulled a twenty out of her bag and handed to him. Kurama accepted the money and opened a large leather bound book. "Sign on the line please," he said holding out a pen for her.

Sara took the pen, her hand brushing his as she did so. Sara involuntarily jerked her hand back. His was like ice. It reminded her of the old woman.

Flee!

Sara shoved the thoughts aside. There was no reason to let the memory upset her. The ravings of a mad woman should be ignored anyways.

Sara leaned over the book and signed her name quickly on the line. She stood and handed the pen back to Kurama. He was smiling an odd smile in Sara's opinion when he took the pen from her. He seemed overly pleased for some reason.

Kurama held out a large brass key for her. "Welcome to Hotel California. If you will follow me, I'll show you to your room Miss Sara."

There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel California,
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the hotel California,
Any time of year, you can find it here.

And that's all for this installment. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in a review.