Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 61

Sophia shot up and scrambled off Elvis, staring at him in horror. "Kill you? Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm afraid not."

He looked far too calm. Too accepting. Too- "Elvis! How can you just lie there and say that as though it means nothing?"

"Believe me, I know what it means."

"Then we have to do something!" She didn't wait for him to answer. She leapt off the bed and pulled his arm so hard he was compelled to roll off as well.

He balked. "What are you doing?"

"I have to take you to the High council."

He dug his heels in. "And say what? Sophia, they are not going to help me. More likely, they'll order me crystallised for endangering the cadre. They'd never believe I'd defy Rofocale or the Grigori. The best we can hope for is that they simply deport me back to the dark realm. In which case I'm dead, too."

She took a minute and tried to think calmly. Hell, he was probably right. She might be able to argue and convince the council eventually, but until she did, Elvis would be in danger here at the Manor. Especially with Rofocale lurking nearby. Right. New plan. She ran to her closet. "Get dressed. We have to go."

"Where?"

"I have an apartment close by. You'll be safe there until I can talk to my father and the council."

Elvis threw up his hands. "Sophia, it's no use. No one can protect me from the Grigori if they decided to side with Rofocale."

"Then we will have to make sure they don't. Hurry!"

He regarded her running around to gather her things, then relented and put on his clothes. "Fine. I'll go with you, but only if you promise to come straight back to the Manor after you drop me off. I want you safe, Sophia. And that means not with me."

She didn't like it. She didn't want to leave him alone. She didn't care about her safety. Though she did pack some extra Dead Sea salt and two captive crystals in her jacket pocket in case they ran into Rofocale on the way. However, Elvis had a good point. She should come back right away and talk to her father in the morning. She must convince the council to protect Elvis before his meeting tomorrow night. No way would she let him be killed because of his loyalty to her.

"Okay. It's a deal."

They hurried downstairs and out to the car. Each of them said a spell of protection around it and themselves before Elvis sped off through the forest and onto the road.

Sophia wondered briefly if it was the first time human and demonic magic had both been invoked in concert, for the same purpose. She just prayed it worked.

This wasn't going to work. He was a dead man. Elvis admired Sophia's optimism, but harbored none himself. He had less than twenty-four hours to live, and he knew it.

Strangely he had no regrets over choosing to end his existence. Without Sophia, without her love, he had no reason to go on living. If he helped Rofocale, she would despise him. If he refused to betray her, Rofocale would kill him, and probably her, as well. He couldn't risk that.

His death was the only way out. Which was why when they made a quick stop at an all night store And Sophia ran inside to get some stuff, Elvis quickly ran to the payphone and made an anonymous call to Marcolf to let him know where he would be.

Minutes later, he pulled up to Sophia's apartment. "Come on," She said following him out.

"You promised to leave," he protested, jumping in front of her to stop her.

"I will. I want to make sure you're settled first."

"That's not necessary." He chased her through the low door of the garage. Suddenly, a tingle of power marched along his arms, raising goose bumps.

"Sophia!" He yelled, lifting his hand, surging energy in order to throw flames at whoever-whatever-was lying in wait out there.

Too late.

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