Lord Braeden was heavily involved in the idea of making the island into what it is now. He was an elderly gentleman who didn't say much but when he spoke he did it in such a manner that made you listen. Always surrounded by his henchmen for lack of a better word, he dressed like he was still in the 1940's and had a casual swagger about him, he certainly lived up to his name.
Five floors which consisted of 15 room's on each one, but for the wealthy you could book The Vintage room or The Gothic room ( There were 4 of each available). These rooms were designed in a way to match their respective name's, filled with artistry and an relaxing atmosphere these rooms were an accurate representation of what the hotel stood for.
During a dinner banquet one evening, members of the Gothic and Vintage rooms were invited for a special celebration marking the first year anniversary of the hotel opening. It begun by a speech made by Lord Braeden thanking everyone for their efforts in the first year before announcing that the food will arrive shortly. After they ate they were brought out to an open room near the back of the hotel and the people learned the real reason to which this celebration took place.
The hotel staff started to gather around with their face's starting to mold, neck muscle's tightening and when they looked at you then you could see an extra two sharp long teeth drop down from their upper gums. People looked stunned as to what they were seeing, one of them was grabbed by Lord Braeden and cut on his forearm, this activated a drug like addiction response from the staff who tore into the open wound draining his body from all of blood. This was met by desperate screams of the hotel guests who tried to flee the scene but to no avail.
"We only need five of you, the rest will be either killed or drained of all blood and the five lucky one's will be turned" Lord Braeden announced this nonchalantly as if this was all just a bit of fun.
Little fight was put up by the guests as it was clear there was a huge strength difference, bodies lying all over the room with either their neck's snapped or lying pale on the ground as all the blood was drained from their bodies. There was only five standing as promised.
One by one they were brought up to Braeden who sunk his piranha like teeth into the necks of the innocent victims. Each one clearly making him stronger with his henchmen standing by getting almost excited like when the guests slowly turned into one of their own. When night was starting to turn to day the staff and turned guests morphed into Bat's and flew off into the fog while Lord Braeden wiped his mouth, walked back into the hotel climbing the stairs at a leisurely pace, amused by the nights events. He closed the door to his dark chamber like room and retired his killing until the following year.
This was the first time the slaughter happened by the Vampires of Westhaven.
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