Hotel of the Dammed

CHAPTER 7

The witch was on a mission again, she walked hastily and with much intent on the task at hand. She was starting to hate haunted buildings, it's the second one that has tried to fuck with her emotions. She was getting tired of it. Mark followed behind, it was easy for him to keep up with her quick steps. He loved it when she was on the hunt, it brought out the best in her and showed him more and more that she was quite the accomplished witch that she didn't beleive she was.

Kay walked into the dining room and looked around, there was the bar tender and the woman from before, perhaps the song was talking about her? She walked over to the bar and leaned over beside the woman, she was dressed as she was earlier.

"What can I get you, ma'am?" The Bartender asked, he looked a little nervous as Kay starred at him with her intent dark eyes.

"Information." Kay replied as Mark moved beside her, giving the little man a quite unhappy expression.

It seemed that the young man began to fidget in his place, "What kind of information?"

"Can you tell me where the owner of the hotel is?" Kay smiled sarcastically.

"Ah…" The poor boy began to step back in fear as Mark leaned closer to him, a growl from his lips…

"He's not here…" Replied the woman, who seemed unnerved by the antics, "He's been gone for years."

"Who are you?" Kay asked her, the woman just smiled and took a sip from her drink.

"Janice Furlong, I was on my way to California, until I stopped here for the night…"

"You're stuck here too?" Kay wasn't afraid to ask now, all the information she could get would help in the end.

"Yes, we all are. Been here for years, isn't that right, Johnny?"

The bartender just nodded at she never moved his fearful eyes from the Deadman, Mark could make himself quite intimidating when he wanted, sometimes when he wasn't trying. Kay wouldn't tell a living soul that she would get a little aroused when Mark acted like a rottwieler protecting his mate, she didn't want people to think she was that weird. And right now wasn't the time or place to be thinking such thoughts, they would have plenty of time for that after they got out of the hotel.

"Janice, can you explain to me what happened here to make you stay here in this hell?"

"I don't know, but one thing we know, we all have a dark past that we were trying to forget, and now we're here."

"So, this place is cursed…" Kay concluded, "Is there anything you can tell me about the owner?"

"I never met him, but Johnny here has. Haven't you Johnny?" Janice cooed at the boy, again he replied with a nod.

Kay turned to the paralyzed in fear boy, Mark had said that anything dead feared Reapers.

'Hey, Johnny…" Kay snapped her fingers in front of the boy, "I've got some questioned to ask you…" The boy looked over at her with the same fear.

"Who was the owner?" Kayla asked her first question.

"Mr Mathew Donaldson…but he left right after his daughter died, she was his only child…"

An eyebrow raised over Kayla's one eye, "Really? How did she die?"

Johnny clamed up, Mark leaned over with his hand and grabbed the bartender by his neck, "Answer the woman, punk. I'm feeling a little hungry right now…"

"She…she was found hanging her room…suicide…" the terrified ghost muttered out, he didn't want to get eaten by the Reaper.

"Mark, you can drop him…" Kay grinned as the Deadman let go of the little man, Johnny fell on the floor and looked up at Kayla.

"What room was hers?" Kay asked.

"Room four, it was her father's apartment…"

"Thanks…" Kay Turned around and began to walk away, Mark gave the two ghost one final growl before he followed his woman to the new destination. Johnny fainted as Janice starred into his eyes, not afraid, but hopeful that he could end her misery.

"You can't escape this place…" Janice shouted after them, "Just accept your fate…we have…"

Kay wouldn't listen, there was no way she was going to be stuck here and relive her guilt. There was too many good things in the world, being with Mark was definitely one of them. No, she was going to get out, be with her loved ones, and live a peaceful life, regardless of what everyone else had planned for her.

The room was situated on the main floor, just past the main office in the far hallway past the dining room. Kay tried to open the door, but the door was locked.

"Why lock the door if it's only them here?" Kay asked, Mark began to chuckle.

"Why don't you just open it like you did my dressing room?" He chuckled.

She turned to him and gave him a quick dirty look, "Smart ass. Can't you let that go yet?"

"Sorry, I just thought it was funny."

Just as she did when she first investigated the Reaper, Kay called forth the spell land opened the door, the loggings were dark as they entered the apartment. Kay felt around for a light switch and flicked on the light after she found it. They stood in the hallway that lead to a large kitchen, a dining room to the left of it and another path to the back bedrooms.

Kay examined the dining room, the large long wooden table had an elegant place setting for at least twelve people. The room felt cold, Kayla could almost see her breath in the light. Mark touched some of the plates on the table and looked around the room.

"Something's here…" He said as Kay took notice and began to feel what he was feeling.

"What is it?" She asked as she walked towards the bedrooms.

She was stopped by the sensation that something was rubbing against her shins, she looked down and starred into two small yellow feline eyes. A short haired black cat mewed at her and began purring around her legs.

"Ghost cat?" Kayla asked as she bent down to pick the cat up.

"Kay, don't touch that!" Mark tried to stop her, but she had the animal safely in her arms, the cat was still purring.

"Well hello miss kitty…" Kayla had the cat cradle in her arms as the thing purred.

"Why do you have to touch everything?" Mark asked as he walked over to touch the cat, the animal reared its head and hissed at the Reaper.

"She doesn't like you…" Kay tried to calm down the little animal, "It's ok, Kitty, the big bad Reaper won't hurt you..."

"I don't think that's a real cat, Kay…" Mark whispered as he watched the woman he loved holding the creature like it was some beloved pet.

"You think this could be the beast in the master's chambers?" Kay kissed the top of the cat's head, the animal had calmed down when Mark moved away.

"Definitely, from what I'm getting from it, that thing is nasty, Kay. You should really put it down." He wanted her to let the thing go so he could destroy it before it had the chance to hurt her.

"You don't look so dangerous…" Kay cooed again as the animal's eyes were almost closed in comfort in her arms.

"Fine, alright, so maybe it's not the beast. Let's just look around and see what we can find here, I really want to get you out of here ASAP."

"Fine, I'll go look in her room…" Kay said as she and her new little friend began to walk in the back as Mark walked into the living room to look around.

This was where the mystery would start, the owner's daughter had committed suicide in her room. This is where the curse could have stared from. But there was till more questions than answers, Mark just hopped that he would be able to help get Kay out, he didn't really want to tell her brother that she was stuck in a time warp….no…that wouldn't go over very well with the Animal.

To be continued…