I stare up at a large building. The sign says The Hyperion Hotel. I blink and push my bangs out of my face.
"Are you serious dad?" I mutter. "Why would you stay in a dump like this?" I smooth the front of my dark blue short-sleeved dress. I walk up to the doors and a bellhop opens them for me.
"Welcome to the Hyperion," he says. I smile easily. It's so funny how these humans can be fooled just because I am girl. I look around the lobby and see the manager and another bellhop. The manager seems to be giving the guy things to send to certain rooms.
"And," the manager finishes handing the bellhop a silver tray with a piece of paper on it. "The weekly bill for 217." The bellhop looks upset at this.
"W...w...why me?" he stammers. "I did it the last time!" The manager doesn't seem to care who did it last time.
"Guy gives me the heebie-jeebies," the bellhop continues "How about instead of this bill I deliver an eviction notice?" The manager shakes his head.
"We can not evict residents on the grounds of the heebie-jeebies," he says."Now, if we did, we'd have to shut down, wouldn't we?"
"Ever look into his eyes?" the bellhop asks. "There's nothing there." The manager laughs at him and the bellhop reluctantly starts across the lobby. I smile, this time feeling the vampire come out in me. So he is here. There is no mistaking it. The bellhop had said that his eyes looked like there was nothing there. He was right. Mostly anyway. I follow the guy into the elevator.
"Going up?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply doing my best to look like an innocent seventeen year old. Of course I am not innocent. Not even a little. But humans can never tell that. I just look like a little girl to them. Long dark brown hair, usually braided down my back, big dark brown eyes, and short for my age. My height makes me appear younger than my "age". Most humans assume that I'm only thirteen or fourteen. In reality I'm sixty-two. I had been turned into a vampire by Angelus, a very feared vampire, when I was seventeen. Back in 1890. That's why I'm here. I'm looking for my sire.
The elevator arrives at the second floor. I step into the hall behind the bellhop. He looks around nervously. I roll my eyes and wander around the corner. I peek back at him. He walks down to a door and knocks softly. He's talking softly and I can care less what he's saying. Really it doesn't interest me. Then he comes hurrying down the hall. I look around the corner again as the elevator doors close. I see a man in a pair of dark slacks and a red shirt hanging open over a white T-shirt. I look up at his face. He looks like he was carved from marble. He has the face of an angel. He has dark brown eyes, like mine, although they looked more troubled than I knew mine did. His dark brown hair is slicked to the side. I smirk.
I've found you. Angel.