Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ The Crimson Hotel ❯ That Sickly Sweet Odor ( Chapter 3 )

"Robin, come with me." Amon ordered, grabbing his equipment and exiting the warehouse, heading for the hotel. Robin followed in his footsteps, trying desperately to keep up. The early morning air stung her as leapt into it, and she tightened her coat around her body. Amon stormed through the hotel's main door, down the narrow corridor past the lobby and stopped in front of the elevators long enough to press the "up" button. The elevators were on the fifteenth floor, so they waited in silence as it slowly descended. Amon looked around, trying to gage whether taking the stairs might be faster, but decided against it. Robin looked much too tired to handle such a climb.

Robin gazed at him longingly and she felt her heart ache for a piece of him. He was so perfect, so astounding. She wanted so desperately for him to sweep her into his arms and hold her there forever.

"Amon, I…" she choked out. He shifted his gaze towards her intently and she found it difficult to speak. It hurt how much she wanted to reveal to him the depths of her soul. How could she explain how much she wanted every fiber in his being? How much she yearned for him every second he was apart from her. She thought of how vulnerable he had seemed as he sacrificed himself to her in the bathroom.

"Amon, I…I love you." She spoke almost frantically, so nervous she could hardly breathe. His eyes narrowed at her.

"Don't say things you don't mean, Robin." He replied with very little emotion in his voice. The elevator doors opened and Amon entered. Robin was paralyzed within the emotions she felt, and the elevator started to close in her hesitation. Amon caught the doors and motioned for her to step inside.

"We don't have time for this!" He took hold of her hand and pulled her into the elevator. "Karasuma and Sakaki need us now!" She shivered at the feel of his touch and melted as she remembered the way he had took hold of her shoulders in the bathroom. Her vagina still ached pleasantly, even hours after the encounter.

"Amon, I…"

"Do as you're told, Robin" he said coldly, loading his gun, "Be ready." As the elevator opened on the seventh floor, Amon exited quickly, poised. She took a deep breath, willing her overwhelming thoughts to subside so she could do her job. She let go of her warring emotions and stepped out into the long corridor. As they started down the hallway, they noticed the door of one of the rooms ajar.

"706", Robin read aloud. She put on her glasses in anticipation of what they might find upon entering. Amon slowly opened the door and with great caution, entered the room.

"There's nobody here." Robin said as she followed him through the door. The room was completely empty and clean. It had been one of the ones that had been empty when everyone on the floor had perished and she felt lucky to be spared the sight of mess and fluids lying everywhere. She stayed close behind Amon as he investigated the interior of the bedroom and adjoining suite. There was absolutely nothing unusual about the room. If the door hadn't of been ajar, they wouldn't have looked twice at it. Amon grabbed his communicator.

"Michael, are you still picking up their signals?"

Michaels voice beeped in a moment later, "Actually your signals are almost overlapping. They can't be far from you now."

Robin continued walking about the room and stopped dead in her tracks a moment later.

"Amon." She said and pointed to a spot in the corner of the room. In a neat little pile sat two loaded orbo guns and two STNJ communicators. There was no sign of their missing comrades.

"How are we going to find them now?" She asked picking up the abandoned objects. The evidence didn't look good. Considering the final desperate plea they had heard coming through these communicators, the hopes of finding Sakaki and Miho safe and unharmed was pretty slim, she thought. And now that they had no signal to go by, tracking them down in a 21-story hotel was near impossible. She felt a wave of frustration run over her.

Robin caught an interesting scent waft through the air.

"What's that smell? It smells like perfume." She followed her nose around the room, trying to sense its origin, but she could not.

"The fifteenth floor." Amon said, "We have to go to the fifteenth floor." Robin started to feel nauseous and dizzy, but ignored these sensations. She followed Amon out into the hallway, towards the elevator, and the odd odor seemed to double in intensity. Amon wrinkled his nose slightly and called for the elevator.

Robin felt herself descend to a state of panic. The hallway seemed to fade in and out around her. The red walls seemed to move in a ritual dance around her and she felt them begin to close in around her. She heard the bell of the elevator off in the distance. Every noise echoed painfully through her head as if she were hearing it underwater. She began to see splotches of light flash before her eyes and felt her legs giving way underneath her.

"Amon!" She heard herself cry as darkness surrounded her.