Hotel Visitor: Dark Fantasy

He moved leeward against the rain as it drove stinging drops of near ice into his face, despite the brim of his hat. He would far rather be indoors and out of this mess, savoring a hot cup of tea and reading one of the new books he'd bought, but he had his duties. He nodded his head to the doorman of the hotel when he reached it. The man recognized him; he'd come here before. The doorman's face whitened slightly, but no rich patron would have noticed the hesitation in his hand when he opened the door for the man. He walked into the lobby of the hotel. A few business travelers glanced up, dismissed him as not being one of their own, and returned to their perusal of the Wall Street Journal. He smiled to himself. If they knew what he really was, they would have run screaming in terror out of the hotel.


Inspiration: "leeward"
Story Potential: High...if only I knew what happened inside the hotel.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: The main character is clearly an Ultimate Badass TM. Sort of a dark urban fantasy setting. There's something very bad and paranormal inside the hotel that this man has to deal with.