Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 25

Elvis regarded the vampire lounging on the sofa across from him. The vampire looked like a rock star. Black hair, black two-day stubble, black clothing. Marceau was well over three hundred years old but didn't look a day above thirty. Except in his black eyes. Those shadowed orbs showed every year of his three and a half centuries, and then some.

The man was intelligent. Ruthless. Perhaps even evil. But then, Elvis had no problem with ruthless and evil. Not on principal, anyway. It was all relative.

"The information will cost you," Marceau said.

"I'm aware of that," Elvis answered impassively. For the past half hour he'd searched the luxurious Warren of back rooms at Pandora's box for someone with answers. He'd never expected them to come cheap. "Can you help me?"

The corner of the vampires lip curled condescendingly, showing just a tip of fang. "I believe I can find out what you need to know."

"How quickly?"

Marceau's shoulder rose and fell under his black leather jacket. "How quickly do you need it?"

"They're trying to kill me." Elvis smiled as he said it. He wasn't worried about dying. He'd gotten himself out of worse problems. But the idea of Sophia getting caught in the crossfire made him absolutely furious.

"All right. I should have something for you by tonight."

"What do you want in exchange?" He asked.

Marceau rose from the sofa and went to a lightened sideboard where a slick platinum tray held crystal glasses. After a moment of consideration, he chose a slim bottle from among the wide variety of offerings and poured dark-blue liquid into the two glasses. The crystal facets flashed like sapphires in the low artificial light.

He handed one to Elvis and gazed at him steadily as he took a measured sip. "Your blood," he finally answered.

Original. Still, Elvis's brow arched. There was no love lost between demons and vampires, even at the best of times. "I thought demon blood was poison to your kind," he ventured. If this vampire suddenly dropped dead, Elvis wouldn't get his information.

Marceau smiled disdainfully. "It's poisonous to us, ordinarily. But then again, I am no ordinary vampire."

Elvis granted him that much. He was definitely a piece of work. However, a little blood was a small price to pay for peace of mind. As long as it didn't get out of hand. He was already Dark and immortal. He didn't want to end up with fangs, too.

"All right," he said. "It's a deal. When?"

The other man wet his lips. "Right now."

There was a knock and the paneled door opened. A scantily clad faerie with glowing orange eyes looked in at Elvis and said, "A woman is asking for you out front. A human."

Elvis blinked. "For me?"

"She says her name is Sophia."

Sophia? Here at Pandora's box? How in the hell had she found him? More importantly, why hadn't he felt her calling to him?

"Are these walls shielded?" He asked, jumping to his feet.

"Of course," the faerie answered, Suprised. "There's a complete protection ward surrounding the whole club, and each of the rooms. For security and privacy of our patrons."

Damn. "Take me to the woman," he commanded. And prayed he would get to her in time.

Sophia had followed Loroth as he led her through a maze of black-as-night passages for what seemed like hours, though in reality it may have been just a few minutes, impossible to say. One thing was certain, they were so far underground by now.

The glamour around Loroth's body glowed luminescent green, a delicate radiance that lit in their path in a wavering sphere around the two of them. But other than that, she felt only a distant trace of any, otherworldly energy.  They came to a stop at a double door at the end of a long, wide hallway. It appeared to be made of pure gold.

She felt a shiver run though her body. Where was Elvis?

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