Rebellious Scion

[Allison Black]

Allison always stared at the floor numbers changing as the elevator carried her briskly up to her room. It had been a normal night for Allison, filled with liquor, music, and fun. With the sun coming up in a couple hours it was time to wind down and relax with a hot bubble-bath. With a ding, the doors slid open and Allison stepped off, fishing out her key-card for her hotel room.

Allison approached the electronic lock to swipe her card and felt panic rise sharply as she pushed vitae into her muscles...

The door...

It's unlocked...

The fear of what lay in wait within her room paralyzed her. Allison if what had happened in Miami had caught up with her, but she remembered her visit back home and how everything seemed forgotten. If they wanted revenge they would have gotten it when I was there...

Allison let out a deep breath as she reached up hesitantly to push open the door. She found herself holding her breath, as the door swung open. Allison stood out in the hotel hallway, looking through the threshold into her room. It seemed empty, but her thoughts raced to places where someone could hide.
Bathroom...

Closet...

Oh God...under the bed...

Allison clenched her fists for a moment, gathering up the nerve to enter. Exhaling softly, she took the first step as she timidly surveyed her surroundings. The door to the bathroom was wide open, and it was obvious that no one was lurking within, and this drew Allison's focus to the closet and the bed. It was then that she saw it, a single sheet of paper resting on the foot of her bed. It was enough of an oddity that cause Allison to quirk a brow.

Allison cautiously approached, forgoing worry about what may be laying in wait within her closet or hiding beneath her bed. It was a hand written letter with a business card printed. The card was the first thing that caught her attention...

6523 Sunset Blvd.
Los Angeles CA

Allison's eyes moved from the card to the paper, that was mostly blank...

Paper

Answers...




Sincerely,
E

Allison glanced around the room, though for some reason she no longer felt like there was a ambush laying in wait. Still Allison could not help but check the closet and beneath the bed, after a slight work up of courage, of course. After she was satisfied that there was no one hiding, she closed, locked, and chained up her door. Allison did not know what to make of it all, but she recognized the writing...

She had gotten a similar letter in Miami...

[Allison Black]

The flight from Sacramento to L.A. was neither expensive or long. Allison did not mind the hustle and bustle at the airport, as it beat driving any day. She traveled light and casually, wearing sweats and carrying a backpack that had some more club-appropriate attire.

Allison honestly did not know what to expect or how many nights it was going to take. For all she knew, she could be back in Sacramento by the morning, but that would be cutting it close. Allison, instead, planned for a three day trip, booking a different hotel and room every night. A well deserved precaution, considering whoever Allison was meeting already showed a penchant for bypassing hotel security.

Allison was glad she packed light, as she walked past all the people waiting to pick up their baggage. Walking across the traffic of cars waiting to pick up loved ones or acquaintances, she made her way to the eager line of taxis.

"Hilton..." Allison told the cabby with a smirk.

The night was still young and she had to get ready to go meet her creepy stalker...

[Allison Black]

Allison had somehow expected more out of Los Angeles. It was like the hype did not live up to reality and although it held a sort of charm, it did not really seem to differ greatly from other places she had been. Boulevard3 on the otherhand, was much more than she had expected. It had a certain elegance, that seemed to rival Avalon.

Allison threw no punches in playing dress up for the night, it was L.A. after all. The line to get in easily wrapped around the block, and Allison saw no point to waiting in a line. She walked past the throng of people who were so anxious to get in and spend their money on over priced liquor. Granted Allison often did the same, but she always preferred just hitting up a liquor store and buying half a dozen of bottles and still paying less than it would cost for bottle service on one.

You could be walking into a trap...

Allison could not help but feel apprehension over it all. She did not know what compelled her to come here alone when she could have easily asked Chris to make the trip. Maybe it came down to the simple fact that whoever left the message could have easily went through less trouble and just waited for Allison to come back and do whatever ill they desired.

Allison got up the front of the line as the noise and excitment from within were easily felt and heard. As she began to ascend the couple of steps to the velvet ropes and waiting bouncers, she felt a touch upon her arm. She glanced over to see a stunning blond in a beautiful red dress holding onto her arm. Allison did not flinch from her touch, nor did she even want to, as the blond walked in tandem, guiding Allison to the bouncers.

"Emily! You look stunning!" The beast of a man said as he unclipped the rope to let the two through. He did not even seem to notice Allison, giving her only a cursory glance.

Once the made it through the doors. Allison could not help but be impressed with the sheer size and scope of the interior. The place already held hundreds of people, probably bribing their way past whatever fire code would allow. Allison could not keep her attention away from the beautiful girl attached to her arm. She leaned closer to Allison speaking directly into her ear so she could be heard clearly over the noise of the club.

"Welcome to Boulevard3. I am glad you can make it Allison..."

The statement should have sent shivers down her spine, as she remembered the note signed "E" and the bouncer calling her Emily. Allison knew it was more the coincidence, but it was strange because the blond did trigger loathing or fear like she had expected. All she felt was a primal attraction, something Allison knew her family was capable of inciting in others.

"Pleasure to meet you Emily. This place is killer." Allison spoke into Emily's ear.

"I have a place more private to chat..." Emily spoke back into Allison's ear, with her cheek pressed upon Allison's cheek.

With a subtle gentilness Emily guided Allison through the club-goers. Allison followed like a puppy, but as she moved in step with the blond she called upon the powers of her blood to even the playing field. As the two beauties moved through the masses, they couldn't help but turn heads. Emily offered numerous waves and greetings, as it readily became apparent to Allison that Emily was a frequent face in the club. A couple of the people Emily greeted sent Allison's beast lashing against its cage with anger or apprehension.

Emily guided Allison towards one of the V.I.P. sections that was open to the outside, yet held a room like feel. The blue lights gave all the white furniture a similar glow. Allison settled down upon a couch and Emily plopped down beside her. "It has been a while...We have a lot to discuss..."

"Like why the fuck you broke into my room? You could have just used a phone..." Allison paused for a moment as she finally registered what Emily had said. She made it seem like they had met before, but Allison knew she could not forget someone like Emily.

"Like I said...Lots to discuss..." Emily could not help but grin as she knew Allison had picked it up.

"But first things first. What's your poison?" Emily said as she lifted her delicate hand to get the waitress' attention.

"I think it is a tequilla-sorta night..." Allison could not help but giggle.