The Cortez was an old hotel. Built in 1926, with the original owner of James Patrick March. A hotel built perfect for the 'art' of murder and devious acts so similar.

Despite being old, it was red, black and gold, styled to still look clean and refreshing. The colours amongst many things were so different to the standard hotel decorated with white and kept minimalistic.

Other then the colours and decor, the hotel had other differences. Key differences the naked eye didn't notice. It was over flowing with death — bodies, ghosts and vampires thrived with in the walls. The major majority where victims of murder, from James March and the other ghosts.

Lotus Chambers was an honouree member of dead in Hotel Cortez. Whilst she was alive, and living her best (and stressful and difficult) life, she still spent a lot of free time in what was described as the gateway to hell.

Sunglasses, hoodies and hats were not the perfect disguise, but they worked enough times for Lotus to get to the hotel, receive the spare key for room sixty six and hide it so that the room wasn't given to someone whilst she was away. She never returned the main key, it usually laid at the bottom of her bag, attached to her home keys.

Upon doing that and freshening up, she would go down to the bar and spend time catching up with Liz.

Liz Taylor was a joy. She was the embodiment of kindness and all things sweet, at least as far Lotus was concerned. The woman was happy to listen and take peoples minds of their issues.

However, Liz was never up to go on a night out with Lotus, much to the youngest disappointment.

"It would be so fun." Lotus pointed out, words that she said the most to Liz. "It would be thrilling!"

Liz laughed at the girl, patting her arm as she refilled the drink Lotus had been drinking. "How long until you give up, Lotus. I'm old now." The woman pointed out, her attention on the only person at the bar — it was only six pm, after all.

Lotus was prone to say drinking, or anything to help her forget about the hard days of work she faced.

Lotus Chambers was an actress turned model, who spent a lot of her work hours being criticised on her body, having people check her measurements and judge her until she left.

And due to words telling her she put on weight, Lotus had turned to cocaine after reading that it can make people skinnier. And on the days the words got to their worst, Lotus would test her livers strength by downing alcohol like there was no tomorrow.

Today, she was simply taking her time finishing her drinks.

"I've been saying so since I was eighteen, and I still stand by me words. You're not old old, and you're not dying. So, what's one night of fun?" The golden haired girl asked tapping her red and gold painted nails against the glass. "But I'll stop pressing, for now."

"Good."

Lotus chuckled lightly, bringing her glass to her lips and downed the bronze liquid. Liz offered to fill it up, but the younger one shook her head. "I have a call take tomorrow, from my manager, it's about a possible shoot in London and a showing in Pennsylvania."

"Oooh."

"Yeah, I don't like travelling though, so I'm not to sure if I want to take it." Lotus explained, tapping the empty glass. "Anyway, enough about me. What's new around here? With you? With everyone?"

"Same old, same old. Nothing really changes around here." Liz spoke, before realising her lie. Because for the first time since Lotus had been coming here in the past nine years something big had changed, rather then the little details. "Actually, there's word that Will Drake is buying the Cortez off of The Countess."

Lotus' mouth practically dropped. Will Drake! A man in the fashion industry, she just wanted to meet. "The Will Drake?"

"The Will Drake."

"Is buying the Cortez off of Elizabeth?"

"Yep."

"Liz, I'm gonna have to love you and leave you. I have a vampire to interrogate. Maybe I'll see Donovan too. Or Will Drake!"

Liz smiled at the girl, nodding as she pushed herself off of the stool. Lotus rummaged through her bag, grabbing a sum of money and handed it to Liz — she wasn't too sure how much she handed her, but she didn't care.

As Liz went to hand some of the money back, Lotus had practically disappeared.

Lotus walked through the corridors and passed the rooms filled with moans and pain, until she found her way to The Countess' suit.

She pressed her hands flat against the wood and pushed them open. The familiar room was comforting to her. The bright neon words and glamorous look of the room was something that made Lotus smile.