The Missing Sacrifice. Vampire Eloim book 2. part 2.

Eloim sat in the livingroom looking over the river Seine as the sun began to set. The hotel here had special windows that cut out the ultra violet light and allowed the vampire guests to sit and watch Paris by day. He looked over to the door as his big brother Gary walked in. For their stay in the hotel, Gary was to be his roommate so he could keep an eye on Eloim.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Eloim asked, sitting up excitedly.
“Mum and Dad are going out for a meal; the girls are off out on a ladies only night and we’re staying in the hotel tonight, just going to order some room service, do you want a blonde or a brunette?”
“A night in the hotel? But Gary, it’s our first night in Paris, why can’t we have a boys night out? Hit some bars and then onto a club.” Eloim stood up to plead with his brother. “I’ve got a special outfit all ready to put on.”
“You honestly think I’m mad enough to let you loose on Paris? We’d be in the middle of a clan war by sunrise.” Gary picked up the phone to ring down to the lobby. “And I’ve seen that outfit you have hanging up in your room and there’s no way I’d go anywhere with you dressed like that.”
Eloim slumped back into the chair as if he had been physically hit by the comments, but Gary just raised an eyebrow and threw Eloim a look that said, better than any words, that he wasn’t buying in to any of his dramatics. Eloim realised he wasn’t dealing with Polly who could be fooled into backtracking by his staged tantrums; he would need a different way to get around his brother.
“I could wear something different,” he finally mumbled, sadly.
“I’m ordering us room service, now are you having a blonde or brunette?”
“I’m not hungry!” Eloim yelled and stormed off to his room.
Gary waited until he heard the door slam before dialling the phone. “Can I order two dinners? We’ll eat in our room thank you,” he paused, listening to the room service menu. “Two blondes please and make sure they aren’t chatty, I don’t like to talk to what I eat, it gives me indigestion.” Putting the phone down, he walked over to his and Eloim’s room and knocked on the door. “Dinner will be here in half an hour, I ordered you a blonde.”
“I’m not talking to you.” Eloim shouted through the door. “It’s not fair!”
Gary faced the door; his lips curling back to reveal his fangs, a quiet growl escaping. Then Gary acted, with a kick, the door flew open and he saw Eloim stood by his coffin, looking terrified.
“Sorry Gary, I was joking, honest,” he said quickly. “A blonde would be great.”
“Don’t ever confuse me for someone that won’t kick your arse if you try to throw a tantrum,” Gary said dangerously. “Now we will eat our dinner in our rooms, you will be polite to your dinner as she is earning an honest living. Then you will get dressed in something normal and we will meet our brothers for the Abba tribute playing in the hotel ballroom tonight.”
“Abba Tribute?” Eloim asked with a scowl. “We’re going to watch Abba?”
“I like Abba and if I miss any of the show because of you, I’ll be beyond angry.” Gary said.
“Abba sounds good.” Eloim said, trying to sound excited.

Eloim stood in the bar casually looking around, Gary at his side. His big brother was in a good mood after watching the first half of the Abba show. The room was full of various creatures staying at the hotel. Many, Eloim noticed, were dressed in horrendous seventies’ fashions. So far Paris, the reputed city of fashion, was not living up to its reputation. In Eloim’s opinion, blue denim flares were a fashion crime that should see the wearer’s eyes poked out. Gary was enjoying the night as the tribute act was, in his opinion, first class, and having seen the real Abba on many occasions, he considered himself an expert. He looked down at his brother who he was keeping a careful eye on, despite Eloim’s repeated promises to behave.
Gary returned his attention from checking the room and he saw a strange look on Eloim’s face. Following his brother’s gaze, he saw a female, she was stunning. Even in a room full of beautiful creatures, she stood out. To Gary’s dismay, he realised that she had noticed Eloim’s attention and was returning his admiring looks. Gary shook his head, how could anyone admire Eloim in what he wore? Despite being told to dress normal, he was wearing some sort of skin tight, gold, sleeveless rubber top. It had looked bad in the room, but down here with the ballroom lighting, it glittered, it sparkled like a metallic chameleon having a seizure. The matching leggings with attached black rubber miniskirt further added to Eloim’s alleged ‘toned down’ outfit. Only the boots seemed normal to Gary’s limited knowledge of fashion and owed much to Polly’s wardrobe, and he suspected that was where his brother had stolen them from.
“Eloim what the hell are you doing?” Gary demanded.
“I’m in love Gary.” Eloim replied, not taking his eyes from the woman who was now walking over to them. Before Gary could act to stop him, Eloim set off to meet her half way.

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you here on a visit to Paris?” she whispered into his ear. As she moved in close to Eloim, he caught the full blast of her musky perfume.
“I arrived this morning, I must say everything I’ve heard about Paris has not prepared me for the vision I’m now enjoying.” Eloim gave the woman a lingering look that made her giggle and smile before he continued. “I have never seen such a perfect vision of style in my life.” Eloim placed an arm casually around her waist. “I have a weakness for ultra-stylish women, so what chance would I have of getting this most amazing vision of beauty to instruct me in the delights of Paris by moonlight?”

Gary was about to intervene when Edward approached, his brother removed his ever present cowboy hat to run his fingers through his hair before putting the hat back on.
“What’s our little brother up to?” he asked and both looked back to where Eloim and the mystery woman stood whispering into each others’ ears, the woman smiling and laughing at Eloim’s comments.
“He announced he was in love.” Gary said in disgust.
“Well I can’t blame him but if you don’t want Mum and Dad to rip your head off, I would split up those two love birds now. I don’t think they would appreciate Eloim bringing a succubus home to meet them.”

To be continued.