A/N: I just added this bit last night at about 1 in the morning. I've spaced my paragraphs more by request, but I can't do horribly much about the length, it just goes however long I do. However, I can almost promise a daily update. And I have a plotline for this one that stretches pretty far! So, please R&R, or no updates! :O
~ Patricia

Jolene followed Fabian up several flights of stairs, past countless potted palms and blue, stainless steel trashcans. They came to a pause before a door labeled "506" in neat red script. Fabian set her bags down, opened the door, and gestured meaningfully.

"This is it, miss." He said, his eyes bright. Jolene stared at him, and she could feel her mind begin to twitch. 'Bite him!' it exclaimed, and she wanted to. But just not yet. Let him warm up to her first, she supposed.

"Please, call me Jolene." She said, batting her eyelashes. Fabian nodded, transfixed.

"Alright then." He sputtered, breathless. Jolene beamed, her green eyes glinting mercilessly.

"Alright, then." She repeated of him, stepping into the room. Fabian followed with her bags, grinning to himself.

"Thanks, Fabian. You carry bags very nicely." She added as an afterthought.

Fabian began to finger a chain around his neck. Jolene peered at it and recoiled. A large cross. Bleck. Repulsed, she turned her attention to the room again, rapidly searching for something to ask Fabian about that would require him to touch her. Her gaze rested on the mini bar.

"Hey, Fabian, how does his mini bar work?" she asked. He stepped over.

"You have to release the catch, here." He pointed. Damnit. Jolene intentionally put her hand far away, and screwed her face up in thought.

"Here?" she whined in a helpless-girl tone of voice.

"Eh, no." Fabian grasped her hand with his own shaky one and guided it to the catch. "Here." He said, his voice high pitched and squeaky. Jolene could feel her fangs begin to stand up. Nervously, she licked her lips.

"Thanks." She said slowly, casting a cold gaze at Fabian's face. He shuddered, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. Success. "Dear." She added hastily, pecking him on the cheek and sliding a $5 bill into his fist. He gulped.

"You're welcome." He said, edging out of the room, closing the door behind him. His previously scared-looking face contorted into a twisted grin as he entered his suite, sitting in his desk chair and flicking on his radio.

"The ghosts like to come out to play when it rains like this." A woman crooned. Fabian laughed darkly.

"And the vampires." He said, chuckling. "Wait until the boys at the paper hear about this one."

He talks about you in his sleep,
And there's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene.
But I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
~ "Jolene", Mindy Smith