I have had this idea for a while and just now decided to write it out. This story is for just fun. If you like it please review. If you don't no flames please.

Disclaimer: if you recognize it, I don't own it.

A little girl with bright red hair ran down the halls of the Hotel Cortez. She laughed happily as a pair of arms wrapped around her. "Lizzy!" She exclaimed as the tall bald female picked her up and spun her around.

"Alright you. Time for our happy hour." Liz said as she took ahold of the girl's hand and walked with her down to the bar. "Alright two Shirley Temples, and one with an extra cherry."

"Mmmmmm yummy. You make the best Shirley Temples. Ever." Said the girl as her bright bottle green eyes stared back at her.

"Well I shall have to put that down on my resume. Maker of the best Shirley Temples. Period. Ever. Period." Liz let out a bright smile. They raised their glasses and clinked them together. "Cheers." After a sip Liz smiled "Do you know the reason why, we clink glasses?"

"Nope." She smiled and leaned in waiting for the information she was about to receive. Her glasses sitting on the end of her nose as she stared at Liz.

"The reason why we clink our glasses, is that back in the medieval times or something like that. If someone , like a lord or whatever, suspected that his drink was poisoned. He would clink his cup with another's so the liquid would actually spill into the others drink. And so, if he died then he knew that his drink was poisoned."

"Didn't they also do something with shark teeth?"

"If I remember correctly yes they did."

"Cool. Oh I finished the book." She said happily as she popped a cherry into her mouth. "It was really good"

"Well I am glad you like it." She smiled as she ate her own cherry. "I'll have to give you another one."

"Why are you all so happy?" Came another voice as Sally appeared at the bar. A cigarette in one hand as always. "There is so much happiness it's making my teeth hurt."

"Hi Sally."

"Hello Janey." Sally took a long drag of her cigarette after acknowledging the girl.

"What have you been up too?"

"Oh the usual wallowing in silence."

"Why not come watch TV with me?"

"Why would I want to do that?" Sally looked at the girl curiously. "Aren't you supposed to be afraid of ghosts?" Sally tolerated the little girl for the last two years. She was always so happy. Sally could barely understand why.

"I like ghosts. Mom and Dad say i need to stop liking things like that. People are starting to think I am weird. But I don't see anything wrong in believing..."She shrugged softly before sipping more of her Shirley Temple.

"And there is absolutely nothing wrong with believing." Came the sultry voice from behind them. (name) turned and saw the Countess herself.

"Hello Mrs. Elizabeth." Jane said politely to the beautiful woman. She had been told to always be polite and respectful to The Countess...unless she wanted to become apart of the Undead. Or so Ms. Evers had stated.

"Hello dear Jane. Where are you parents?"

"Business..." She looked down softly. Even Sally had to admit it was shit the way her parents were always leaving her behind. They were so busy with business and things. They came here every summer and would just dump her off.

"But I do believe that you have a birthday coming up."

"I do. Tomorrow!" Jane bounced happily in her seat at the mention of her birthday.

"And do tell me darling how old will you be."

"I will be turning six." She sat up proudly as Liz smiled behind her. Her hand placed to her chest as she reveled in Jane's innocence.

"Six...my my you are becoming a big girl aren't you. Perhaps we can arrange for a small party."

"Will Mr. March be there? He promised to teach me how to Charleston!" Elizabeth looked at the girl with a small smile. This girl had managed to twist the wicked killer that her ex husband was around her little finger.

Jane first came to the Hotel Cortez when she was only four. Her parents had paid Liz to babysit her while they had been at business meetings. Liz had developed a fondness for the redhead and had helped her read and write. Then she had met Iris and Sally and slowly everyone else right up to James March, especially, James March. Two years had passed and nothing had changed. The redhead had continued to bring light into the hotel. Even Donovan had been made to smile by the girl. Yet like Sally he didn't understand why she wasn't scared of them all. "Alright missy time for you to get to your nightly rituals."

"Already?" Jane whined causing Liz to smile. Liz had taken this girl under her wing as it was. Similar to the way the Countess had done to her. She loved this little girl as if she were her own daughter.

"Yes already." Came the voice of Iris. "You have a big day tomorrow so you need to get ready for bed. Because if you don't get ready you can't have Ms. Evers cake that she made you."

"Hazel made me a cake?" Jane looked at everyone with happy sparkling eyes. By now the countess had left to go feed. Not that Jane had noticed.

"Yes she did and you best be on your best behavior. Now come on, let's get you back upstairs." Jane took Iris's hand and went with her back upstairs. Once she had been bathed Ms. Evers brought her, her pajamas which had been freshly laundered.

"Thank you Ms. Evers."

"Oh it was my pleasure dear. You know...You remind me of my son so much. Apart from your red hair that is. But, your personality is so much like him. So accepting of so much." Hazel sighed sadly as she sat down on the bed beside the girl.

"What happened to your son Ms. Evers?"

"He was killed..."

"Oh...Im so sorry..."

"It was so long ago but it still feels like yesterday" Hazel felt her lip trembling at the thought of her son.

"Ms. Evers?" She looked up at the red head curiously "Could you...tell me a story?"

"Oh..." She smiled and sat on the bed next to the girl. Her back pressed to the headboard. "What would you like to hear? Hm? Oh wait...I know." Hazel smiled as the girl laid up next to her as she started telling a story she told her son. Much to her surprise it didn't take long for the girl to fall asleep. "Oh dear sweet child. I pray that you never change." She said as she tucked her in. "I pray that you always keep a smile on your face. I pray that you always stay with us...there is a light when you are here. Everyone is at peace when you are here. And that is a rare thing indeed." Hazel caressed Jane's hair before she left the room.

"Ms. Evers." She turned and saw James standing there.

"Good evening Mr. March. Do you need anything? Fresh linens?"

"No. No thank you all is well tonight. I was merely coming to see how she was."

"Oh she is well. Fast asleep."

"Good. Good."

"Mr. March I can't help but notice that you have become rather sweet on her lately."

"She is a curious child. She likes to learn. And besides who else can I talk to about my shoots and ladders and my ways of killing? Besides you of course Ms. Evers. But that child just looks at me with those big green eyes hanging on my every word." He sighed "I just give in and keep talking. How does she do that? She bats her eyes and everyone falls on their knees for her. I pray for the man she winds up marrying. She will have him walking on his hands and knees for her."

Ms. Evers laughed at the thought. Then again James was practically there as it was. Despite the fact that he was a horrific killer, he wasn't all that bad of a human being. He did have his moments of pure compassion and kindness. But only to those whom he liked. If he did not like you...heaven help you. "DOn't forget you promised to teach her how to charleston."

"I did promise that didn't I? I haven't done the charleston in so long..."

"You did perform a wonderful Charleston Mr. March. And a waltz if i remember correctly. I had the pleasure of seeing you waltz during the new year's eve ball we held here."

"Ah yess. I do miss holding parties. Well tomorrow will be a fascinating day if I do say so myself."

"Oh Mr. March If I may."

"Hm?" He gazed at Hazel with a curious look.

"The girls parents...I am rather worried that they will abandon her on her birthday. They haven't exactly been the pillars of parenthood."

"Yes. They are rather busybodies...I never cared for them. Not in the last two years. Telling her Ghosts aren't real and there is no such thing as the boogeyman. Preposterous. I am the boogeyman. Never mind my demon that floats around."

"Indeed sir." She said "Oh I best get back to work. So much to do for tomorrow!" Ms. Evers said before she went off down the hall muttering her to do list for the day.