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None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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Booze seemed like as good a strategy as anything, especially as most of the hotel now seemed to... busy to bother with drinking. But when it looked like someone had beaten her to the bar, well. Snow momentarily lost her nerve. It was Molly, and Molly seemed like she was all right. But...

She watched her for a long moment, looking for any signs that Molly was just as batfuck as the rest of them.

The hotel definitely felt like being at a White Court party. Not that she'd been to one but she had been around Thomas when he was hungry and damn if it hadn't taken everything that she had to not give in to that. Molly strengthened her shields as best she could and tried to ignore it. Man was she going to take a long ass freezing cold shower when this was over and kick the ass of whichever White Court had landed in the hotel.

Snow didn't say anything, only got her own drink and settled in beside the older woman. She wasn't sure if Molly wanted company at all, and really it was probably more likely she was waiting for a signal to go away than anything.

Snow would be sadly disappointed if she expected Molly to send her away. Instead, Molly genuinely smiled in greeting. "Sometimes life sucks a big one. Okay that was the understatement of the century given we're stuck in a hotel that looks like cupid was on acid."

Snow was not entirely sure what acid was in this context, but she supposed she could guess the sentiment well enough. "Then Cupid came home for Valentine's Day?" Her voice was weak, not at all confident in her attempt at humor, but what the hell else was there to say? She was amazed she hadn't come across anybody fucking in the hall yet.

Molly thought White Court Vampire instead of Cupid but she wouldn't put voice to thought. "I'm thinking it's more whoever is behind the hotel screwing with us. Puppetmaster playing with the toys." Which fit White Court to a tee, but again, Molly didn't say anything except to ask, "have you seen anyone that's really beautiful or handsome arrive recently have you? I mean the kind that you can't take your eyes off of?"

Snow shook her head, and despite assurances that she didn't need to be afraid there was still a hint of fear in her eyes. Because staring at a man with any interest was the mark of a whore, and that got her only one thing--days on end locked in her room with no books, no light, no food.

Molly was curious about the underlying fear that seemed to spike slightly at the question. "I think someone from home is behind this. They get strength from lust and damn if there isn't a feast going on now. Both the men and women that do that are amazingly beautiful. It's one way to spot them. I figured they'd stand out around here."

Even in a hotel full of pretty people, Molly was sure the vampires would be very noticeable.

Snow had to shake her head. "Ain't noticed anybody like that." She hesitated a moment before asking, "Anything else to look for?"

"Their eyes turn white and they're really cold to the touch when they start to feed." Molly tried not to think of that time with Thomas. Yeah, she'd evaded but had spent a good hour in a cold shower.

"But just to look at them, not really." Molly gave a shrug, "to be honest I don't mind them. It's better to feed off of lust than fear. They're out for themselves but hell so are a lot of other people. At least they're honest about it."

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