A Hotel in New York City - Pete Wentz x Reader
Request: vampire Pete Wentz x female reader? With angst and fluff?
Warnings: Supernatural Stuff (?)
When you had planned your backpack trip through the US, you probably should have searched for affordable hotels in New York City. NYC was the last stop on your tour and you had spent three nights here already but you wanted to spend the last night in Manhattan, going out or something. But now you were wandering through the busy streets while the night reached its dark fingers into the ravines between the sky scrapers and you still did not know where to stay the night. You honestly considered going to one of the 24h cafés which you had seen a few blocks down, when suddenly your eyes caught sight of an old neon sign, which announced proudly “The Night Palace”. For a moment you wondered if this was some sort of strip club or brothel, but you came to the conclusion that it was unlikely since the sign would look in better shape, and also you could always leave if it turned out to be anything but a hotel. You took a deep breath and pushed open the wide, wooden door.
It was different than what you had expected. You had imagined an old wooden desk with an even older, grey haired lady who would ask you what you wanted in a raspy and rude voice. But instead it felt like you had just travelled in time back to the 1920s. The hall you entered was narrow but designed in a way that feigned a great room. There were balustrades on the walls at the heights of the second, third and fourth floor. The walls were mostly decorated with black wood and golden edges; the floor was of thick, red carped that muffled your steps as you approached the receptionist’s desk. When you spied over the top of the desk, you saw a man, mid-thirties with long brown hair and beard sit behind the counter.
“Excuse me?” Your voice sounded strangely lost in this place. “I would like to ask how much a room is for one night.”
The man looked up from the book he had been reading. He wore a name tag, telling you he was called Marcus. His eyes scanned your features carefully before he sighed and rolled his eyes at you. But he answered. “50 bucks a night for you.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. Fifty dollars was an okay price, pretty okay to be honest. But he made it sound like the price was defined by the guest. But that was a problem for another day. Right now you were tired and wanted a bed. Forget the going out. You would go grab some Chinese or something and go to bed.
“I’d like the room please,” you told Marcus.
He extended the hand and it took you a moment to realize he was asking for the money. Quickly you placed a fifty dollar bill in his hand and he handed you a key with the number thirteen. You were about to ask on which floor the room was, when Marcus snapped his fingers and a short, young man walked towards you hurriedly. He wore a black hotel porter uniform with a red collar, a white shirt and a black bow tie. He had short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. His skin seemed unhealthily pale and his glance at you was short. Quickly he picked up your backpack, which you had put down to take out your money, and motioned you to follow him. He led you up a tall staircase to the third floor, down several dark corridors before he finally stopped in front of a door with the number 13 on it. No way in hell you would have found it without help.
The man was about to turn away, when you spoke up. “Excuse me? Do you know a good place to eat around here?”
The hotel porter turned around, looking puzzled for a moment. “There’s a good diner around the corner,” he answered.
“Thank you,” you quickly read the name on his jacket, “Pete.”
He nodded and turned around. He was gone faster than you had thought possible.
Your room was dark and the lamp on the ceiling only shed dim, yellow light. But the bed seemed freshly made and you had your own bathroom.
You quickly showered, put on fresh clothes and headed out for dinner.
When you returned to the hotel, it was long dark outside. The chair behind the receptionist’s desk was empty and Pete was nowhere in sight either. You climbed up the stairs to the third floor, hoping you would find your room easily. You did not. You had been wondering around for almost ten minutes and still not found your room, when you finally spotted someone on the end of the corridor.
You recognized a bearded man and when you approached him, you realized it was Marcus. But something was weird. He just seemed to be standing around, and when you got closer, you saw he was shaking. His shaking got more and more violent and suddenly he fell to the floor. You were about to run to him, when he jumped up again, he legs and arms growing long and thin, his head stretched into a weird shape and his yells echoed through the corridors.
You let out a scream and stumbled backwards. In terror you watched how Marcus’s clothes teared and fell to the floor and hair spread all over his naked body. A second later a gigantic wolf with weirdly human features stood in front of you. You were still walking backwards, hoping the monster would not see you. You knees felt weak and your heart was beating faster and faster. Without warning, the monster shot around and faced you. Glowing orange eyes fixated on you and slowly it started strolling over to you. It growled, showing its teeth and you froze. Suddenly you remembered the three possibilities a human had when facing a strong opponent. Fight, if the opponent is as strong as you or weaker. Flight, if you would lose a fight. Freeze, if the opponent is so strong, they would catch up to you. And you froze. There was nothing you could do. No matter how hard you wanted to run, you could not move. You only hoped, the monster would not see or smell you. But it came closer and closer.
It was only a meter away, when suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder and yanked you backwards. A figure jumped in front of you, hissing at the monster, which growled back. Then the figured turned around, grabbed your arm and started running. Suddenly you were able to move again. You followed you savior, hearing the breathing and loud tapping of paws with claws behind you. The person still had their hand tightly wrapped around your arm and pulled you down corridor after corridor. The monster was still close behind you. Suddenly there was a loud ringing, then a howl which sounded like a wounded dog. The monster behind you got slower but the figure pulled you down one more corridor, before stopping in front of a door and pushing you inside.
You tumbled into a dark room, out of breath and scared out of your mind. A bright light on the ceiling was turned on and you recognized Pete, who slammed the door shut behind him.
“What was that?” You shouted, pointing at the door.
“Calm down.” Peter slowly walked over to you, his hands raised as if approaching a wounded animal. “That was just Marcus.”
“He turned into a fucking monster!” you were still shouting and probably started to hyperventilate.
“He’s just a werewolf,” Peter explained patiently.
“A werewolf! A werewolf! A werewolf? Are you fucking with me? What kind of drugs did you put me on?”
“No drugs, just the usual full moon procedure.” Peter’s voice was calm as if he explained to you that water was wet.
“Oh yeah, because that’s a thi- what are those?” Suddenly you had seen two long, pointy teeth, fangs, reach out of Peter’s mouth. You pointed at his face and confused he raised his hands to his mouth.
“Oh, sorry. How rude of me.”
You watched as the teeth shrunk and disappeared until he looked like a normal human being. But he was not, was he?
“What are you,” you asked your voice shaky.
“A vampire, what are you?” Pete answered.
“What do you mean, what am I? I am a fucking human, like you and Marcus should be but instead you’re like some comic book monsters that live in a hotel in New fucking York!”
Pete stared at you for a moment before he chuckled. “Wow, rude,” he commented.
Finally you calmed down enough to look around. The room was bigger than yours and pictures were put up on the walls. Your eyes scanned them, which probably was a bad idea, because they were pictures of werewolves, fairies, two dancing skeletons and other mythological creatures. You sunk down on the bed that stood in the middle of the room and buried your face in your hands.
“Is this real,” you whispered between your fingers.
You felt the mattress dip under the weight of Pete who sat down next to you, close enough to comfort you but far away enough for you not to freak out.
He gave you time to collect your thoughts. After a while you spoke again.
“Why did you think I was a… creature, too?”
Pete took a deep breath. “Because, and I hate to break this to you, only ‘creatures’ as you call us, can find this hotel.”
You bit your lower lip. “So what does that mean?” You knew what this meant but you were too scared to believe your own mind.
“That you’re one of us,” Pete answered.
You spent the rest of the night in what turned out to be Pete’s room. He patiently answered all of your questions. How old was he? 407. Were there many magical creatures out there? Yes. Did he drink blood? Yes, but only once a month. Why did he not bite you? Because he had his monthly meal just a few days ago. Would he die in the sun? No, that was a myth. Was the Loch Ness Monster real? No, he died three centuries ago. Where did he come from, Pete? From Illinois. Did he live in the hotel? Yes. When was the last time he left? 50 years ago, he was bound to the place by a curse.
The more you talked to Pete, the more you liked him. Sure you were terribly confused by all the supernatural crap, but Pete was cute and funny and patient and if he had not been a vampire, you probably would have tried to hook up with him. Not that you were being racist or whatever the word was, you were just not sure if that was a thing vampires did.
When the night turned into morning, Pete offered to bring you back to your room. You agreed and he helped you pack your things. As much as you liked Pete, you really wanted to leave this place as fast as possible but he had explained that the corridors would only be safe after sunrise.
He accompanied you down into the hall. Marcus sat behind the counter and nodded at the two of you. He had black circles under his eyes and his hair was all messed up, but he looked human.
Pete opened the door for you. With a relieved sigh you stepped outside in the light of the early morning.
“I really enjoyed tonight,” Pete confessed to you.
“I did too. In a macabre way,” you admitted, making both of you smile.
“Are you gonna come back?” Pete looked up at you shyly, a ray of sunlight hitting his face, making him look like an angel.
“I don’t know,” you answered, biting your lip. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” Pete blurted out, looking embarrassed at that.
“Then I’ll come back. One day I’ll come visit you.”
“I’m never gonna forget you,” Pete whispered and you could have sworn a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks.
“I’m never gonna forget you either. How could I?” You laughed quietly.
Pete looked up at you again, quickly leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. They were soft and surprisingly warm, considering he was a vampire. You kissed back and he smiled into the kiss pulling back.
“See you,” he said sadly.
“See you,” you responded and waved at him.
Then you turned away into the street. You remembered what Pete had told you. Only magical creatures could find the hotel. You were one of them. But what were you? These thoughts spinning through your head, you started to walk down the streets, seeing the world in a new light.
