Hotel of the Dammed

CHAPTER 4

It took everything Mark had to convince Kay to stay and at least fill up on food before they did any snooping, he didn't want her to get ill if she had to use that power of hers. She couldn't' help herself, Kay was a little fidgety as their meal came. Mark gave her a few calming glances between the large pieces of bloody steak he was eating, Kay just picked at her food, eager to go on this hunt.

"Kay, eat, baby. I don't need you fainting while we're doing this. You do enough of that on your own." Mark tried to sound a little assertive.

"I know, but I just can't help it, I'm excited and scared at the same time. Like, how did this get here? Or why are they trapped here? Are we trapped? And how the hell do we get out?" Kay finally stabbed a shrimp from her plate with her fork and popped it in her mouth.

"You ask way too many questions, but I love that you're not scared to." Mark smiled as he finished his plate and slugged the last bit of his fifth beer down as Kay starred in wonder about that.

"Can you get drunk?" She asked.

Mark smiled, "If I want to. But right now would not be a good time, a drunk Reaper can be a dangerous thing to be let loose you know."

Kay raced to finish her meal, she looked around and began to wonder where to start.

"I would suggest the basement." Mark grinned, "It just seemed that everything evil lives in the basement."

Kay grinned, she knew he could read her thoughts, even though Mark had never really come out and say it, "Because it's out of sight of their victims. Evil likes to be hidden until it strikes."

"Would you like desert?" the waiter asked as he cleared off the table.

"No, just send the bill to our room." Mark replied as he raised himself from the table and offered his hand to Kay, "Come on, we're going back to the room."

"But I thought…" Kay looked into his eyes and caught the just of it, she took his hand and followed, "Alright, if you say so…"

Mark was careful not to make the patrons take more notice of his haste, Kay followed behind, feeling a little on the edge. She could still feel their eyes upon them as they made heir way back to the room, once safely inside, Mark changed his suit in a flash, back to the trench coat and hat, the Deadman's visage.

He turned to Kay, who was dressed in the same jeans and black tank top as before, she didn't have her usual gear with her, after all, this was supposed to be a vacation, right?

"So, what do we do now?" Kay asked.

"I want you to stay here in the room." Replied the Deadman in that cold and dominate tone of his, making sure that Kay understood that there was no fucking around.

"But I want to go too…"

"No! Just stay here and get yourself ready, I'll look around the basement." Mark starred at her with those dark green eyes, Kay frowned as she stared to play with her pentacle.

Mark sat beside her on the bed and wrapped one strong arm around her, "I know you want to go, but babe, I have no idea what this place is or what's this all about. I am not one to take risks, you know it. Just trust me and please stay in the room until I come back, ok?"

"Fine…" Kay pouted as he raised himself again.

"I'll be back as soon as I can…" He leaned over and gently kissed her lips, to reassure her, "I love you…."

"I love you too…" She whispered as his dark form disappeared before her.

Kay laid on the bed and looked around the room, she wasn't used to have someone always looking over her shadow. Mark was being way too overprotective since the House in Amityville, probably ever since they shared that precious moment in the Temple. Kay ginned as she remembered his touch that night, and many nights after, there will be many nights more…

She sat up on the bed abruptly, she thought she had heard her name being called out. Kay got up and looked around the room, there is was again, this time a little clearer. It wasn't Mark's voice, this one was female and it sounded as if she was far away.

Kay stood up can called out her power to search the room for anything supernatural, but her power didn't find anything. She looked around again, the voice was so familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Kayla…

The voice was behind her, coming from the bed. Kayla slowly turned around, she knew that voice better than her own. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she starred at the body that laid on the bed, there was dirt all around sheets under the black dressed woman. The body stood up, Kay jumped back in fear, her eyes tearing up as her lips mouthed that this couldn't be happening.

The body raised her upper body in a sitting position, her eyes sewed up as with the fatal wounds around her head. The ugly thick black threat the mortician had used to keep her whole for burial, this is what Serena had looked like the last time Kay had seen her mother in the cemetery under a stormy night.

Kay's mind tried to refuse to see what was before her, she shouldn't be here, she should be laying within mother earth, waiting to be reborn into another life. But her mother was here, at least the body was sitting on the bed.

Kayla…the voice called out, there was no mistaking her voice, still trapped in the after world.

"Mommy?" Kay asked, tears still streaming down her face as her body shook in fear, "You're not real…"

You lead them to me…Kayla…you preformed forbidden magic…on me…you lead them to me…

"You're not real…" Kayla fell to her knees, tears still running down her pale cheeks.

Yes, Kay did use forbidden Death Magic on her mother's corps, but she believed that she had no choice. Kay had to discover the truth about her parent's death, her love depended on it. But there were risks, and this was proof of those risks.

They have me now…Kayla…the others…you brought their attentions…on me… The body began to crawl inhumanly towards the terrified witch.

Kayla couldn't move if she wanted to, she was in too much shock and guilt over what she had done to her mother's grave. She had desecrated Serena's grave and had used the banned power on her body, now the Dark Ones had her soul…it was all Kay's fault.

My killer runs free Kayla…why does he run free? The zombie like form moved closer in a swaying motion as the undead form of Serena tried to make her way to the frozen victim shaking on the gold shag carpet.

"I'm sorry…" Kay muddled out through her sobs, but the form kept coming.

My killer runs free as I suffer in my hell…why Kayla…why…

"I'm sorry mommy…" Kayla's body wouldn't move, her limbs felt as if they were stone, fixed to their current positions.

You will be…Kayla…they're coming for you…they come for the raven…

The zombie reached out a rotting hand towards her daughter, Kayla closed her eyes, her thoughts lost in emotional turmoil. She was caught in the sinister web that had been weaved in this hotel, what ever power that held the patrons and staff here had her now as well.

To be continued.