~ Part 4 of 4 ~
AUTHORS NOTE: Between 3-10 November I will be going back to my hometown. Therefore, during this time there will be no updates due to various reasons. I will be back so wait for me.
They had all gathered their things and were waiting in the front lobby to leave. Sif looking the most impatient of them all.
"I hope you have had a pleasant stay." Loki said as he bid them farewell.
"Yeah. Yeah." Sif rudely said.
When Fandral drove their car to the front of the house they started to pack their things into the car, ready to go soon.
As his friends were busy, Thor sneaked a look at the pale man, trying to dismiss his dream because there were no way it could be true. Even with the two marks on his neck. He must have somehow cut himself without noticing. It happened a lot to him. Sure the neck were a new place, but his dog back home in his apartment had left him with enough scratches to last a lifetime. Maybe it had happened before he even left for this hotel, and no one really paid attention to him.
There were no way this man in front of him were a vampire or otherwise monster. Loki was a man just like him. There had been nothing in his behavior that gave away that last night had really happened. Just a crazy dream born from this spooky hotel. Nothing more, nothing less.
At that moment, as the door stood open, a black cat came walking from behind the counter. It gave Thor a strange look before strolling outside like it owned the place. A cat.
'Of course.' Thor realized. 'It could have sneaked into their room without them noticing and accidentally scratch his neck while they slept.'
"What?" Loki asked when he noticed Thor staring at him.
"Nothing." Thor shook his head and tried to smile. "Just a bad dream."
The man looked puzzled for a moment before giving his 'trademark' smile. "I hope that you return sometime. Now that I know who you are, just give me a call a head and I will give you a better experience in this hotel than the one I could give you."
And Thor's mind misfired on that remark. His dream painfully clear in the back of his mind. The dream of Loki riding him clear as day.
"Yeah." he did his best to hide his blush. They shook hands when the others yelled for Thor to get his ass going so they could hit the road.
As they pulled out from the property, Loki stood on the front porch and waved after them until they were out of sight. The black cat sat on a rock not far away, watching him. Loki gave the animal a smile before walking inside and closing the door behind him.
Once he was at the foot of the stairs he looked up at the portrait and sneered. He then walked toward the backroom where he lived. The room were filled with photos, some so old that they were falling apart, and others that were fresh and new. Men, women, girls, boys, animals. There were no end on the different people that decorated his walls. The bed were not much to jump over, it did its purpose.
There were another door in his room that he walked toward and opened. Revealing a dark basement. Loki took the candle next to the door and lighted it, but before he walked down to the basement he reached into his pocket and pulled out a used tissue, the small blood stains so brilliantly red that it almost overwhelmed the white.
After putting the tissue where the candle had been he walked down the darkness. The old steps were complaining his whole descent until he came around and his candle cast a grim light over the small space.
"I'm sorry that I had to leave you like this." Loki leered. "Fortunately for you I had a visit from the real owner, otherwise you would have joined your partner."
In the small space were two chairs, one occupied by a chained man and another by a woman. The biggest different was that while the woman whimpered behind her gag, the man's head were hanging limply down his chest with his face staring up at the ceiling.
The woman's blond hair clung to her dirty face and she let out a series of whimpers and moans as she rattled her chains which didn't move.
"Oh I had a great time. The new owner is a real sweetheart and I look forward to making him mine. It was fortunate, however, that he took the real contract with him or he would have ended up down here with you. But then again, some company is never wrong." Loki smiled as he came around and stalked the woman with fear. "How long has it been? Since I actually saw that cursed contract? Not since that bastard handed over his ownership to his little brother. What a wuss. If he had held on to the contract then he wouldn't have ended up in that miserable state."
"He was a fool to think that he could run from me. I may be bound to this hotel but that doesn't mean I don't I can't reach them in other ways. The Odinson is nothing but fools." Loki kicked the dead man so hard it broke the chair, causing the woman to whimper more loudly. "Moan all you want," he hissed in her ear. "No one can hear you and no one can save you. Trying to con this hotel. HAH! What fools. I could care less what you do for a living, but when you tried to cross me, you made a fatal mistake. I have not lived this long to fall pray to pathetic creatures like you. I may be weak from my poor diet but in no way am I so weak that I will lose to the likes of you." He slapped the woman so her whole cheek blushed in pain.
"But I must admit that you were quick to notice the error on the front portrait. Since I haven't had any guests in years it slipped my mind." He stalked around her without even giving her a look. "I wonder what the world is like now. It's been so long since I saw anything but this house. You should have met my new owner. So pure. So innocent. So foolish." Loki sneered. "He swallowed everything I said without a doubt. He's not a bright one. Which makes him all that more adorable because I just love to play with them." Loki smiled.
"The Odinson family made a mistake when they started to erase me. I can not be erased. Sooner or later I will return and when I do, they will know that they can not hide from me." He smelled her tears before he saw them. "For fuck sake..." he growled. "Weak. So WEAK! Can you do nothing else but cry and whimper? You are no challenge at all."
"Even when I was human I was no where near your weakness." He glared at her. "Did I surprise you? I too were a human once long ago. I lived in shame and terror of my master who owned my family for decades. I was a slave." he burst out laughing like a maniac. "If you think this is hell then you have no idea what hell is really like."
"The bastard did not only lust for children but he also had a taste for the dead. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? THE BASTARD WHO IS LOOKED UP AS ONE OF THE GREATEST MEN IN HISTORY WAS A NECROPHILIC PEDOPHILE. Keeping slaves helps with many things because they can not go against their master. All we could do was bow and take what was given to us. Even if we were given cockroaches to eat we had to. That whole family is cursed by forbidden lusts that makes even nature retch."
He walked over to her and put his arm around her back, making her flinch violently. "Can you guess what happened to me? I was used by that man. What he did to me is things that not even your imagination could come up with. Then when I grew too old for his human taste he ordered my parents to put an end to me. Can you think what they did? THEY FOLLOWED HIS ORDERS! THEY TRIED TO KILL ME! No, they did kill me. I was dead and the monster came back and had his way with me. THAT SICK FUCK! But look and behold. Nature can really bring people back if their hate and suffering is strong enough. I can still remember the day I opened my eyes again, and I had never felt so strong. AND I KILLED MY PARENTS. AND THE REST OF MY FAMILY. But before I could get to that bastard he had a voodoo priest seal me in one of their rooms. However, he knew they couldn't keep me there so they built this hotel and bound me to it. Helheim. Nice name right? It means the "realm of hell"."
He suddenly fell silent after his intense raving.
"I will be free one day. And I have found the perfect person to help me. Seducing him will be a piece of cake and when the times comes I will leave this place." He suddenly looked down at her as if realizing she was there too. "Why am I telling you all this?" he asked himself. "I must be getting old. Not that it matters if you know or not because you will not be leaving this basement alive." he put both his hands on her shoulders and she whimpered once more.
"Now, I was going to make it quick for you like your partner, but after sampling such delicious blood I find myself feeling rather hungry once more. So..." he brushed aside her blond hair and pulled back his lips, revealing fangs in the dim light.
A scream tore through the basement, but it didn't even reach the rest of the hotel. The sun fell through one of the side windows and hit the paining of Odin Allfather. Through the gray paint that made up the background could the faint shape of Loki be made out. The pale man standing next to the regal man with a murderous look that promised revenge.
Outside, the black cat stretched his body before settling down on the front steps of the hotel. It's yellow eyes standing out.
The End.