<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Sure thing, we will see.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Damien smirked as he left the front desk, key card in one hand his duffle bag in for other as he headed upstairs.  If they didn’t find blood in the morning he could rack up his body count. No body no blood, Damien was sure he could find plenty of places to hide a few corpses and get out of here before the week was up possibly.  Damien didn’t get along with other creatures of the night. Other vampires hated him, but it never seemed to bother him, if he had the chance Damien would kill any creature who crossed his path. Arriving at his room, number 215 at the end of the hall, stepping inside the door creaked hauntingly as his eyes traced over the room,  the walls were black, a huge black  frames bed sat in the center of the with room, dark green silk sheets covered it. There was a single window with a great view of the night sky. There was a fireplace lighting up the room with a nice leather chair beside it.  It was simple the way Damien liked it. Tossing the duffle back on the hard wooden floor, he fell onto the bed with a sigh staring blankly up at the ceiling as he contemplated his next move. Let the blood bath begin he thought.</span></b></span></span>