Keys

[holiday_pirner]

The man at the front desk of the swank hotel wasn't much older than Holly, she surmised, watching him from a bench in the foyer. He checked a few people in, intermittently answering the sleek black telephone. She stood and stubbed out her cigarette in the pillar ash tray, then approached the shining mass of mahogany.

"How can I help you, miss?" He gave her a customer service smile, the ambient lighting catching his brass name tag. Will.

"Hi, Will," she said, placing her hands, palms down, on the counter. "I've come here to visit my aunt, she has a suite here, but she forgot to tell her room number and I think she's out tonight with some colleagues." Holly looked at her suitcase, and he followed her line of sight.

"I just had a terribly long flight and all I want is to drop these things off and have a nice, hot shower." And here, she smiled, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. He ducked his head, his own smile changing quality. "Her name is Julianna St.Clare. Could you make me a key?"

He nodded, grabbing a plastic key from beneath the desk. She waited patiently, pretending to study some of the adverts for the nearby casinos. The clerk slid a paper envelope across the counter to her. "Will you be needing anything else?"

Holly peeked at the room number written on the envelope. "That'll be fine. Thank you, Will." She gave him a backward glance over her shoulder as she rolled her suitcase toward the elevator.

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[holiday_pirner]

Holly pressed the elevator's call button. "I have to make a phone call." Once inside, she pressed G. The desk clerk couldn't see her leaving with Theresa and a suitcase. They'd exit through the garage.

'I don't know where he goes when he's not at his apartment.'

She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

[tiny_dancer81]

Theresa wasn't the type to tell Holly it was going to be okay. In her experience, things were seldom okay on either side of the grave. It was all a matter of little moments of happiness and contentment. The elevator started its journey down.

"He wants to take you dancing, to this club I told him about. If you're trying to reel him in, you should totally go for it while he's fresh on the hook."

[holiday_pirner]

"Thanks for the advice," Holly said wryly. She closed her eyes, letting her head rest against the cool wall of the elevator. Each floor dinged on their descent.

She would have to find somewhere to stay, but first, sleep.

[tiny_dancer81]

"You're wired and tired, aren't you?"

The vampire's voice bordered on being kind when she said it, and the elevator was making quick progress because of the lack of foot traffic at that hour. She couldn't wait to sleep herself. And it would be fall soon, which meant the days would start to shorten.

"Hey, Holly? It really is true. What doesn't kill you really does make you stronger."

[holiday_pirner]

Holly opened her eyes when they reached the parking level. She retrieved her car keys, the jingling sound echoed against the concrete.

When she reached her vehicle, she had to stifle a yawn. Just looking at it made her tired.

She turned back to look at Theresa. "You would know, I guess."

[tiny_dancer81]

"Ha. Yeah, I guess that's the definition of irony."

She could get a cab back to Daniel's. She was reasonably flush, and Holly probably wanted some alone time to think. It wasn't the vampire's nature to crowd someone, and she didn't do the touchy-feely thing.

"Sleep for at least twelve hours," she told the human. "If you try to make decisions while you're punchy, you'll make the wrong one."