[ Chapter VII (7): "HOTEL FOR OUTCASTS" ]
[ COREY HOTEL FOR OUTCASTS ]
[ "Holy..." ] Mikhael who's holding an ancient dagger in one hand and a half eaten poison apple on the other, could be seen straining his neck as he looks up at the tallest mismatched building in Salem, [ "How many floors can a simple hotel have?" ]
[ "You'll be surprised." ] Mrs. Quinn replied before then ruffling his hair, entering the building as she does. In her hand is Cojo who's sleeping peacefully amidst the chaos of the surroundings, purring.
Following closely behind, Mikhael, all the while he quietly observes the surroundings with keen interest. No surprise there, this is after all the first time he ever experienced interacting with the Outcast Society— straight up, the only thing he regrets at the moment is that his phone doesn't have any charge. He needs to buy a power bank, or preferably create one.
[ "Thanks." ] He nods at the decomposed pale looking individual, in uniform, by the door who held it open for them. Which simply replied with a grunt. The said thing looking paler than him, who's a Vampire.
[ "Are they Zombies?" ] He wondered.
[ "Wax workers, dear, made with magic and unfair contracts." ] She continued, [ "Sometimes it's a way to work even after death, some do love their work after all." ]
In hearing that, Mikhael became even more intrigued and confused by what he heard. As someone who loathes work, responsibility, and 9-5s; he wonders, why would someone possibly want to work even after death? [ "So... no rest?" ]
[ "Oh, don't be mistaken. They do get their vacations, albeit once in a while." ]
[ "How long exactly?" ]
[ "For them, once a year, twice if lucky." ]
[ "Sounds like torture." ]
[ "Is paradise to them." ]
Maneuvering pass multiple trolleys filled with luggage and brief case, handled by pale gigantic wax workers, the duo was finally able to reach the receptionist counter. Something which is handled by fairly normal looking Normie at the least; though still wearing the same uniform as those wax workers.
[ "And here I thought my day couldn't get any worse." ]
[ "Could say the same to you, where's our room?" ]
[ "Near the trash cans," ] The beanie wearing worker replied, pointing at the dark green, yellow, blue, and purple fairly modern trash cans huddled together. [ "Right~ there." ]
Mikhael glanced in the direction and noticed something small inside one of those said trash cans— in the blue one, seemingly jumping. Then at the dark green one which has a decaying hand, reaching out. [ "What the fudge...?" ]
He ignored it, not wanting to quite know what was going on inside of those said trash cans. While also making a note to not throw in any of those in the future, instead either destroying the trash outright or pocketing them.
[ "Very funny, did it take you years to come up with that?" ]
[ "Hah hah, no, it actually took me- wait what is this?" ] The beanie wearing worker stopped mid sentence as he then leaned forward to look at Mikhael more closely, [ "Who? Where? When? You have a child?!" ]
[ "Hello." ] Shyly waving his hand, one that has his poison apple in it, causing the said unknown worker to become even more exasperated.
[ "With a Vampire?!" ]
[ "Enough, Vincent." ] She replied, floating Mikhael seconds later, for the said man to have a closer look. Pride in her voice as she continues, [ "This is my master." ]
[ "Mr. Flameboot has a child?" ]
[ "Grandchild." ]
[ "He has both a child and a grandchild?!" ] Placing a hand on his mouth, the said receptionist looks like he is about to explode with shock. [ "I-I have so many questions." ]
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[ "We made it!" ]
After what felt like hours of talking, Mikhael alongside his "mother" was finally given keys, for a suite. Contrary to what they expected, Klaus still hasn't registered them a room, even though it has been an hour since they split up— which brings the question, where exactly is Klaus hiding?
He doesn't know, Mrs. Quinn doesn't know. But it's already morning, which is the Outcast equivalent for night, meaning, for a Vampire, he needs to sleep. A great thing, because since they went into this small adventure, his sleeping schedule had been completely ruined, causing him to be drowsy all the time.
Yawning in his hand, he realized he needs to get into a bed; perhaps a coffin if available. But at the moment, he needs to wait. In the meantime, he bites at his half eaten poison apple treat; trying to entertain himself in the elevator.
Totally oblivious from the fact that a blonde haired little girl, someone who's probably the same age as him, is staring at him; wide eyed, intense, and hatred filled kind of stare.
[ "Floor?" ]
[ "-9th floor." ]
[ "Hah, look at the coincidence. It's already punched, madam." ]
Huh... Isn't that nice?
Feeling drowsy, Mikhael closed his eyes for a second, beneath his goggles. He didn't even register the anomaly which is that of a negative floor, from his knowledge, there are no such things as negative floors.
So merely chugging it up to miss hearing, he went back to getting some shut-eye. But before he could, his instinct nudged at him, saying that something was about to go wrong.
[ "This is gonna be a bumpy ride," ] The bellhop then continued, to the confusion of Mikhael. [ "Hold on, kids!" ]
[ "Excuse me,... what?" ]
The elevator suddenly dropped down to the horror and dismay of Mikhael, he thought this was the ground floor. But apparently he was solemnly mistaken. [ "AHH!" ]
Aside from him, the other 5 inside the elevator— which includes the sleeping Cojo— didn't at all react. Or grabbed onto anything, unlike him who did the opposite and held onto the railings for dear life.
Wide-eyed, he stared at his feet which is slightly hovering above the air to his utmost confusion. He couldn't feel his weight at all. Then around, at others who's also hovering slightly in the air; to the luggage also besides the blonde haired child who's slurping her drink.
For a second her and his eyes collided with one another, the panicked red hidden under goggles and the calm blue, being broken off with a huff by the latter party. About to scream due to the weirdness of the situation, he couldn't, especially when he finally landed with a thud.
[ DING ]
Mikhael who's still holding on for dear life, stares in confusion at the weird wax worker sitting on a stool. The other party was smiling to him, the doors of the elevator parting open all the while, [ "-9th floor, yes?" ]
The people inside filtered out, aside for the bellhop who still has 14 hours and 49 minutes before his shift ends. Mikhael who has his knees still buckling, followed closely behind Mrs. Quinn, albeit with shaky steps.
[ "Lovely experience." ] Seeing the state of her young master, she couldn't help but smile, playfully teasing him all the while. [ "You'll get used to it." ]
[ "I don't want too." ]
He finally stood up, the elevator behind him closing as he does. Something of which Mikhael wanted to destroy, a shame he doesn't have any bombs in his person. Perhaps in the future if given the chance.
Tidying himself up, he then followed closely behind Mrs. Quinn, who knows the layout of the hotel more than him. Especially because she had been here more times he could count, she is after all, that old.
[ -906 ]
[ "So original." ] He eagerly waits, as the keys for their room floated out of the pockets of Mrs. Quinn, waddling up and down, before then finally unlocking the door in one motion.
The door opened, and rushed inside was the tired Vampire trying to find a bed. He did. [ "Finally, a bed!" ]
And as soon as he did, he slept. Not at all bothering to admire the spacious, antique filled suite that they rented. As he is just that tired.
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[ "P-please, I-I don't know anything more than t-that." ]
[ "Wrong answer." ] Klaus not feeling satisfied yet, broke another finger off from the supposed kidnapper that was stalking a father and daughter pair of Werewolves. Primarily targeting the child from the intel he gathered.
His protective instincts kicked in right then and there, and he confronted them. Killing most of the hooded men, all the while leaving some for interrogations— this being the last one to be interrogated. [ "A-AHH. SH-SHIT!" ]
Hearing him scream, the old Vampire felt somewhat agitated, especially because he should be getting his morning rest at the moment. And not torturing as to what he is currently doing. [ "I believe that's enough torturing for the day." ]
Pulling out a handkerchief from his pockets, he then used it to wipe the commoner blood that has gotten to his hands. Staining the handkerchief to his dismay. [ "Goodbye." ]
Sighing to himself, he then wonders how could the hooded figures get into the magically protected town of Salem. Especially because they aren't Outcasts, instead being Normies. How exactly? Beats him.
[ "NO-!" ] With a flick of his wrist, the man who's tied to the trees, merely stopped breathing. Eyes going blank as he went pale, dead. The same could be said to the 11 other hooded kidnappers surrounding them.
[ "I wonder where my young master could be in." ] He mumbles, floating the many luggage off from the ground. This was his task previously before he was distracted by the kidnappers, and now, he went back to it.
Walking past the drained carcasses, passing the trees and back into the cobblestone steps of Salem. Back into the festive atmosphere which only the Yule Festival has, Klaus was satisfied enough to smile. [ "Now, where is the blood bank again? I want to have a drink." ]
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[ FUN FACT: The infamous Corey Hotel for Outcasts was named after Giley Corey, the man which was pressed to death in the Salem Witch Trials. He himself isn't an Outcast, but his wife is— hailing from a family of Vanishers. After his death, his wife gave birth to their child, to a Vanisher who's savvy with money. The kid will later marry into nobility and establish himself a merchant. ]
[ 09/24/2025 ]
[ 09/24/2025 ]