Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 13

Irritated and turned on, and Irritated that he was turned on, Elvis turned on his heel and made his way back towards the Department. He needed Sophia. In the flesh this time, not in some stupid dream. Since he wasn't an actual incubus he didn't have that troublesome restriction on his behaviour. Wouldn't Sophia be surprised to learn that little fact...too late.

For the first time since leaving her office he smiled. Yeah. That was all he needed to cure him of what ailed him. A long, gratifyingly night of hot, hard fucking with Sophia. He'd use all his powers on her. In the morning they'd see who was obsessed with who.

Good. He'd stop by her office and pick her up. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. She'd come to his suite if he had to throw her over his shoulder and carry her.

An hour later Elvis parked his car in front of the Department, threw up a spell of invisibility around it, then went in and walked up the echoing staircase towards Sophia's office. As he approached, he heard raised voices. Sophia, and an unidentified male. Arguing.

Elvis's first instinct was to bust into the room and rain a deluge of fire and brimstone over the man's head, burning him to death for daring to raise his voice to Sophia.

An overreaction, Admittedly. Elvis's unruly demonic nature straining to come out.

He halted at the partially open door, putting a finger to his lips as Huwa glanced at him.

"I'm telling you, Miss," the man inside said loudly, "we have the latest detection equipment and our instruments are never wrong."

Miss? Elvis nearly changed his mind about the fire and brimstone at the man's deliberate rudeness. He could think of something much worse.

"Well, your instruments are wrong," Sophia said coolly. "I'm telling you, there is no otherworldly activity going on on this department. If there were, I can assure you as department head I'd know about it and put an end to it.

"Check for yourself." There was a rustle as papers were smacked onto the desk. "They clearly indicate-"

"Mr. Marcolf," Sophia interrupted, her voice changing character. "I'm surprised by these allegations your men are making. I know you are no friend to the Department, but we have always given you our full cooperation. Why would I  be hiding something now?"

The hair rose on the back of Elvis's neck. Where had he heard the name Marcolf before?

A different male voice, dark and deep, said, "we have nothing against you or your department, Miss Jones. We'd like your permission to conduct a closer search of the premises. Or I should say cooperation, since as you know we don't really need your permission..." Marcolf's voice trailed off on that not-so-subtle note of insufferable governmental authority.

Elvis was torn between going in there and striking both men dead with a bolt of lightening, or turning and running as fast as he could, straight back to the dark realm and away from these two officers.

Could they have already spotted his presence?

He gave a involuntary shudder, and nodded when Huwa pointed at the closed door opposite. Making a quick work of the lock, Elvis slipped into the darkened room as Sophia answered Marcolf.

"Be my guest. You'll find nothing. But if I hear of a single incident involving one of the students, I promise you will live to regret it."

"Is that a threat, Miss Jones?" Marcolf asked annoyed. There was something about the man....his tone, his manner...that made Elvis's eyes narrow.

"No. It's a promise, Mr. Marcolf," Sophia answered.

Good girl. Don't let that bastard push you around.

Her office door banged open as Elvis shut his to a tiny crack. He looked through it as a copper-haired man emerged carrying a sleek, twin-barreled machine gun with a readout panel and what looked like a night scope. He'd never seen anything like it. He didn't even want to imagine what damage it could inflict on his body. Demons were generally thought of as immortal, but it was in fact possible to kill them. Dead Sea salt was the traditional method. Exposure to more than a few grains of this special mineral could burn a demon so badly it incapacitated him. Cut a hole in his chest and pour dead Sea salt into it, he'd die. Or you could simply rip out his heart while he was down. Or cut of his head. These days, guns and explosives were just as effective. Hell, more effective. And blowing a demon's body to pieces were these mens specialty.

Elvis did a quick concealment spell around himself and continued to watch.

"I'll be around with more of my officers in the morning, Miss Jones," Marcolf said, then emerged from her office. The man had an arrogant look about him that spelled efficiency and danger.

If Elvis had been human, Marcolf might have frightened him. But he wasn't, so it wasn't fear that tingled along Elvis's spine when the other man turned his hard, dark gaze towards the door behind in which Elvis was standing and stared directly at him.

For a long moment Elvis stared right back through the crack. And wondered just who the hell this human, Marcolf, was. But then he was gone, walking down the stairs and out of sight.

"Bastard," Sophia muttered from across the hall, pulling Elvis out of his thoughts to see her locking up her office.

"And you think I'm scary," Elvis drawled, coming out and leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

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