Folks Of Fury (#1; Tales Of Elysia [COMPLETED])

eighteen.

The day had entirely gone us by without realizing. But Ezra said it was some yet as he drove up to an alley opposite Bourbon Street.
I could faintly hear pounding music and the tremor of speakers underneath my feet as he led into the alley with a mischievous smile.
There was a searing purple neon name painted in Greek letters on the brick wall ahead.
"Bacchus?" I pondered.
Ezra flexed his hand and I watched as his right hand changed- black furred and atrocious black claws.
His eyes had flickered a quick lupine jade glow as he thrust his claws into some sort of circular keyhole. There was a clicking noise before an outline a door pushed into the wall.
I gaped as white stage smoke curled outside and the raucous music intensified from within the space.
"Bacchus is the name of the nightclub."
He answered as he sauntered into a hallway lit up by more neon purple lights.
The lights emanated from artistically designed grapevines above our heads. And he paused, casting a eager look at me.
"You coming?"
It was only a few steps ahead and then a world of light and sound crashed into me the second I walked in.
The space was big enough and heavily packed to be considered worldly and looked to be used as an underground warehouse.
I could see vents up along the ceilings and more grapevine lights making it look like an overgrown Italian vineyard.
Darting spotlights brought out the drug-high dancers in the abysmal crowd, draping them in rich wine colours.
The exalted Dj booth along the left wall was like an old fashioned banquet table, trance music blasting from hidden speakers in the walls.
It drove through my feet and vibrating my bones with anxious euphoria of my own.
The room was hot, pressed into probably hundreds of bodies with the snell of sweat, alcohol and weed smoke.
Ezra placed a hand on my back and it felt like a bolt of current through me.
"Come on, we still have further to go." He said into my ear.
And as we propelled forward, the crowd parted consciously to let us pass, people looked up and glanced at Ezra.
Some familiarly and most in lusting appreciation, before they dropped their gazes to mine.
There was an archway which I hadn't noticed before and a set of work stone steps cushioned by impressive trellis of olive leaves.
The air down here was cool and sensual, intoxicated by a heady sensitising scent I couldn't place.
This lower level of the club was smaller yet more decadent in depraved Greco-Roman style.
The walls at either side of us held old frescoes of orgies and wild merriment, the shadows we cast somehow making them move and distort into action.
"Don't worry it's an enchantment. Harmless though arousing."
I heard new music and it had an even more compulsive beat and draw than the one upstairs. It crackled and lulled like drizzling rain and lightning at the same time.
Everything in this level was stone grey and spring green. Stone columns climbed by vines, marble floors which beamed almost luminescent, but shooting forth a carpet of olive leaves.
It was as if we'd walked into the Moors at midnight. It was breathtaking.
A massive statue of a Greek god in the throes of passion intertwined with naked women and men rose in an expanse fountain from the centre of the room.
Bacchus. The god of depraved merriment. Apt.
The fountain rushed with a liquid of sweet smelling burgundy red liquid I believed was wine.
The faces I saw around us, dancers bewildered into a frenzy- spinning and whirling and none of them human.
"I see Hounds, Shifters and witches."
"Don't worry, this is neutral grounds. The Agnate has no power here only him." Ezra jerked his chin ahead of the crowd to the raised booth holding a single crimson leather armchair.
Like a throne, the young boy sat in the chair.
He was shirtless with a heavy chain of gold around his neck and a wreath of olives in his hair.
I couldn't discern colour from him because of the flashing lights but I stilled on seeing the pointed ears.
I glanced at Ezra with surprise and he grinned. "He goes by the name of the club- Bacchus."
"He's Fey." I stated tightly as I recognized that ethereal and dangerous beauty. What's he doing here outside Faery?
"Is he what you were reluctant to tell me this morning? About the murders?"
He shook his head. "Not exactly. But he knows things, when he provides all this for people like us. He's a storage of information."
"Why hasn't any of the Agnate asked him?"
"Because Bacchus like one other Fey I know is a law unto themselves." Ezra smirked down at me.
"Which means he's as dangerous as Queen-"
Before I could finish Ezra placed a hand over my mouth and shook his head warily.
"Better don't speak her name, I heard he's sensitive to it. And don't tell him yours when we meet him."
Now I was very much interested about this Fey who's amassed such pocket of influence outside that of the Fey Queen and under the Agnate's nose.
"We're meeting him. Good."
"After we have a little bit of fun, of course." Ezra placed a dark erotic smile on his handsome face.