Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 46

"Who is trying to kill me?" Elvis asked, cutting to the chase. Before Marceau could answer, the voice of an elderly woman called, "are you all right, dear?" Lights and candles made cheerful puddles of green on the night grass.

Sophia roused and stepped out of Elvis's arms. "I'm fine, Ophelia. You've met Elvis, I believe."

He gave the portal guardian a smile.

The old woman nodded. "I mean the undead one." She pointed to the vampire. "He is evil, my dear. I can smell his blood lust in the air."

"That may be," Sophia answered. "But he's here at our request. You may leave, Ophelia. But listen for my call, in case he has betrayal in mind."

In a twinkling of lights, the old woman and the cottage vanished leaving the meadow grasses and wildflowers shrouded once again in black.

When Elvis looked up, Marceau was standing in front of them, within touching distance. Elvis put a protective arm around sophia. He could smell the blood lust, too. "Haven't you fed tonight?" He asked, mildly disgusted.

"I was waiting for you, demon." The vampire paused a heartbeat. "And your lovely lady."

"I told you before, our bargain was only for me. The woman is mine. You don't touch her."

Marceau shrugged expensively. "Your choice, of course. I thought you feared for your life. But if-"

"If she's the price, I'll pass." He turned with Sophia back towards the Manor and started walking.

"Wait."

Elvis stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"It was Rofocale," Marceau said. "He was the one who ordered the attack."

Rofocale! The infamous demon of destruction, a minister of Hell, one of the ruling Grigori. And the careless gambler who Elvis had won the demon stone from....

Elvis turned back. "Impossible. I recognised the shooters. The Government doesn't take orders from demons."

"Are you sure about that?"

He frowned. "What are you saying...they were shape-shifters?"

Marceau just smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, looking arrogant and smug.

Confusion slammed through Elvis. What the hell had he stumbled into? He glanced at Sophia, who was looking even more mystified than him. "Tell me the rest and you can have my blood as promised. But Sophia is not negotiable. Your choice."

Marceau smile showed the tips of his fangs, sending an icy chill down Sophia's spine that reached through their connection, all the way to Elvis's skin.

"Don't do it," She whispered.

He gave her a squeeze and waited for the vampire to answer.

"Blood first," Marceau said, glancing at the horizon. "Sunrise will approach soon. I need to seek my rest."

Elvis nodded. Darks lied and deceived, but when they finally sealed a pact it was seldom broken. He had seen the blood drinking procedure a few times, so he knew what to do. He let go of Sophia, but she clung to his side as though he was in imminent danger of vanishing. He extended his left arm towards Marceau. "Go on then."

The vampire stepped up and took a firm hold of Elvis's arm. A backwash of old, soild-as-hardwood power crashed over him, paralysing his own. Sophia gasped, stumbled back a step, and lost her hold on him. She flung her hand out, fingers pointed at Marceau, and chanted a few harsh words. At once the crush of power receded to a dull roar.

The vampire stared at her, his eyes still and calculating. He said nothing, just continued to stare at her as he opened his mouth and sank razor-sharp fangs into Elvis's wrist.

It stung like a bastard. He sucked in a sharp breath as the vampire began to drink his blood. "Damn," he gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Are you all right?" Sophia asked, hands poised in the air as if to cast another spell. She was watching his face intently, avoiding the vampires eyes. Good girl.

"Fine," he said. "Just don't let him drain me dry."

She swallowed heavily. "Tell me when you start to get turned on."

"What?" He was so shocked, for a moment he didn't feel the vampires fangs work his flesh.

"It's a side effect. Sexual arousal."

"With humans, yeah, but not-" Suddenly it was there, a hunger in his dick he'd never felt before. It wrenched him straight up, iron hard. "Fuck-" He groaned. "Enough!" He roared. And ripped his arm from the vampire's mouth. The alien power ceased abruptly. He fell to his knees. Two drops of blood dropped from his wrist. The need for sex was voracious, knocking everything else from his mind. He set his sights on Sophia. "Come here, baby."

She backed up, "Elvis, sweetheart. You have to control it. We still have to get the information from him."

Something in her pleading eyes got through to the better part of him. He took a deep, shuddering breath, desperately fighting the urge to slam her to the ground and take her wildly. Damn. He bent over and grabbed handfuls of grass with shaking, bloody fingers. He looked at her and nodded once. "You."

She seemed to understand. She faced Marceau, who was wiping his mouth with a white handkerchief.

Drops and smears of the bright red blood stood out boldly in the stark contrast.

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