Donovan, Elizabeth, James March x Reader
There was never a dull moment with your best friend Donovan and the love of his life, Elizabeth. She’s also referred to as “The Countess” by most. From the wildest parties to killing for blood, it was a unique friendship you shared.
1994 was when Donovan was turned. He went through a low phase of his life that resorted him to doing drugs and hanging around that blonde, frizzy-haired druggie, Sally McKenna. He couldn’t handle the dosage he injected, and luckily for him, The Countess was there to save his life and they’ve been together ever since.
When The Countess informed her brunette lover boy about being a blood sucker, he didn’t believe it at her first until she showed him her photos from every decade that she was lucky enough to be a part of as early as the 1920’s.
Of course, since Donovan was so infatuated with her, he wanted to be turned into what she is. And when he had a thirst he felt like he could never quench, she served him blood from her secret stash.
It didn’t take long for Donovan to tell you about his and Elizabeth’s nature. In fact, you wanted to become what they are because of the promise of “life everlasting”. Being able to live forever meant endless possibilities to you. Lucky for you, The Countess was more than willing to turn you since you’re her man candy’s best friend.
Rarely do you ever step foot inside of their residence, the Hotel Cortez because you were always out at parties and even traveling to all sorts of countries. But when you do step on the grounds of the hotel, it’s mainly you waiting in the lobby for Donovan and Elizabeth to come strutting out of the elevator.
You arrived earlier than usual today and you shot your best friend a text message about your arrival.
Donovan: “Just hopped in the tub. Feel free to come up if you want.”
Great. Knowing Donovan, he takes the longest baths and takes years doing his hair. You passed on his offer to be an occupant in his suite seeing that there’s a bar upstairs that you’d rather tend to. It was like a ghost town within these walls and the only sounds you hear is the music coming from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The lady tending the bar, Liz Taylor, isn’t a stranger to you as you know she’s been working this bar for many years.
“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?” Liz asked, sliding a napkin your way, knowing you’ll be ordering a drink.
“I’ve be great. I’m just, you know, waiting on my best friend who won’t be ready anytime soon.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to wait because you despise waiting on people.
“And what’s your poison for today, hmm?”
“I’ll take a Long Island, Liz.”
All of a sudden, the air around you reaked of cigarettes. You no longer are the only customer of Liz Taylor seeing from the corner of your eye, someone sitting just 1 bar stool away from you. You couldn’t help but slightly turn your head to look and to your misfortune, it’s the one person you despise most in this world, Sally Fucking McKenna. When Donovan’s mom confessed that she was responsible for Sally’s death, all you could think was good riddance.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” You spat before taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage.
“Yeah. Surprised to see you in this dump.” She took a puff of her cigarette before insulting you. “Bitch.”
“Sally. You will treat this fine lady with respect.” The deep, male voice coming from behind you startled you. Sally responded by ashing her cigarette and leaving elsewhere.
“Thank you. Even though I had it under control.” You thanked the stranger who made his way to your view.
“Nonsense. It is I that values every guest that steps foot inside my hotel.” The man sat beside you. He was fair skinned, with a pencil thin mustache, groomed hair and wore a suit. Other than the tone of his voice similar to Clark Gable, the cigarette holder in between his teeth threw you off a little. It’s like this man used a time machine being fresh out of the ‘20s.
“You own this hotel?”
“Ah yes. Introductions are in order. My name is James Patrick March.” He said proudly as he gazed at the walls and light fixtures. Liz slid him a glass of whiskey and he took a sip, then brought his focus back to you.
“I’m Y/N.” You felt that an introduction of your last name was too old and formal for you.
“Might I ask, what brings you to my hotel?”
“Oh I’m just waiting for a friend.”
“I see. Do you care for a companion while you wait?”
“Of course of course. I enjoy making new friends.”
James shot you a grin before getting Liz’s attention. “Cleopatra, would you please get Y/N whatever it is she may need until she scurries off with her acquaintances.”
“What? No? I’m okay. I don’t mind paying for my drinks. Plus, it won’t be too long until my friends are ready.”
“No matter, dear. See to it that a stunning creature such as yourself deserves it.”
You almost choked on your own spit from James’s statement. No one as handsome as him has ever complimented you in that way and you couldn’t help but blush. You even crossed one leg over the other and straightened your back to look put together.
The next few minutes led to you asking a handful of questions about James’s beloved hotel seeing that it makes him happy talking about it. He even listened in on your babbling about the extravagant parties you’ve attended in the past. But not yet have you informed him about your nature of being a blood sucker in order to survive.
You were too caught up in this bubble with James that you didn’t even notice your friends appearing behind you. And this time around, you wanted them to take their time because you wanted to get to know James more and more. After all, he is very charming and also good looking.
“James.” Elizabeth spat.
“Elizabeth.” James spat back, standing up to show his height compared to hers. You narrowed your eyes at the two in confusion for the sound of hatred for each other.
“All ready to go, love?” Elizabeth asked, gazing at you with those eyes covered in well blended eyeshadow and sharp, winged eyeliner.
“Huh?” You snapped yourself out of it. “Oh yeah let’s go.” Just as you were about to gesture your hand to shake James’s hand, he acquires your fingers, lifting it so that he could plant a kiss on your knuckles. Elizabeth scoffed at his gesture but you didn’t even noticed.
“Pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” James slowly let’s go of your fingers in his grasp as if it was a delicate object.
“Nice meeting you too James. I’ll see you around.”
As you were walking closer to the entrance and further away from James, you couldn’t help but glance behind you to take one last good look at him. There he was, his hands behind his back, still standing in same spot you said your goodbyes at, just watching you as you leave.
Once you passed through the doors of the Hotel Cortez with Donovan and Elizabeth by his side, you could already hear a car honking from a distance being it’s normal to hear every 5 minutes in Los Angeles.
James also didn’t leave your mind just yet and you couldn’t help but burden Elizabeth with your question. “How do you and James know each other?”
“Oh, just an old friend, sweetheart. We go way back.” Elizabeth shot you a quick elevator look, then brought her view back to the traffic as the three of you wait for your limo. “But, I see he’s taken an interest in you.”
“Are you serious? You’re kidding.” You crossed your arms in front of you in disbelief as you stifled a smile. The Countess has to be lying. But then again, when has she ever lied to you? She’s always been a very straightforward person with you.
“Really best friend?” Donovan scoffed playfully. “Only a fool wouldn’t notice.”
Wow. At first you thought James was just being friendly to you only because you’re in his hotel. But, finding out that he views you more than just that, even though this is the first time meeting him, brings butterflies in your stomach.
And now you want to find the soonest excuse to come back to the hotel Cortez so that you can resume your conversation with Mr. March.