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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The night was dark, only moonlight lit his way, mist swirled around him as he walked up the steps, this will be great. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 153)">Damien entered the old hauntingly fascinating hotel silently, Keeping to the shadows to avoid attracting attention for light splatters of blood littered his silky blonde hair. His deep green eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. The monster in him that killed again tonight while on his way to the Hotel.</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Being immortal is one thing you get to live forever and party for eternity but you see it’s a rather bad combination when your a vampire who before was a human serial killer. Damien was all kinds of crazy rolled into one murderous mess.  Which was exactly how he liked it.<br/>
Staying here was only temporary, Damien needed a place to lay low for a few days. He had killed to many in town draining them dry of blood and people were starting to investigate. Damien heard many stories about the hotel and figured this was his best choice. No one in their right mind would come here.</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 153, 153)">Finding the front desk, the vampire smirked running his tongue across his fangs. This place could be fun. He thought. Damien wore black skinny jeans with a black shirt, spiked biker boots and a black leather jacket. Skull rings rested on the fingers of his left hand. A duffle bag was slung over his shoulder while He started curiously at the  creature behind the desk. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“I'd like a room.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He said. No telling what kind of trouble Damien would get himself into but oh boy was he looking forward to it after all tomorrow night was Halloween.</span><br/>
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