The Missing Sacrifice. Vampire Eloim book 2. part 4.

Polly paced the room with her phone to her ear. “Come on you idiot, answer.” She raged into the phone as though her brother would hear her demand when he couldn’t hear the ring tone. Just as she was about to hang up the phone was finally answered.
“Hello.” A voice said groggily.
“Eloim, where the hell are you? We’re supposed to be meeting Mum and the Countess,” she said, trying to hold her temper in check.
“Erm, I’m not really sure, I just woke up in a strange box. Let me look out of the window,” the voice said, sounding confused. “O.K. there’s trees and mountains with snow on and a road outside.”
“Eloim!” Polly screamed. “I left you an hour ago outside your room. Now I’m in your room, looking out of your window. Do you want to know what I see? I see Paris! Nowhere in Paris can you look out of the window and see snow covered mountains in March, or any other month for that matter.” She sat on Eloim’s coffin in disbelief. “Paris does not have mountains,” she finished in exasperation, stressing each word.
“I see a road sign too Polly.” Eloim said.
“Well, are you going to tell me what it says or do I have to guess?” Polly asked impatiently.
“Tutana, fifteen kilometres, erm where’s Tutana Polly?” Eloim asked.
“How should I know, you’re the one that’s there not me. Let me give you a ring back once I’ve googled it.” Polly hung up without waiting for an answer and began to press buttons on her phone, after a moment she gasped.
“Romania? Oh Eloim, what have you done this time?”
She quickly dialled another number on her phone and waited for it to be answered. “Mum, I think we’ve got a problem, someone’s kidnapped Eloim.”

Eloim looked around the room. Apart from the old shabby coffin he had woken up in, the small round room was empty. The whitewashed plaster walls were cracked and in places the stone underneath was visible. Looking again at the window, he inspected the newly installed bars across it and the finely etched writing on them. Carefully he brushed his fingers against them and felt a burning sensation that confirmed they were etched with religious scripts. He turned and inspected the door. It was old and made of wood with metal bands running across it. Breaking through it would be difficult and noisy so he dismissed the idea for now.
Looking at his phone screen, he saw the low battery sign flash a final few times before the screen went blank. That would be another thing Polly would shout at him for, he knew, forgetting to charge his phone again. Sitting down on the coffin, he tried to remember what had happened to him before he woke up in this strange place. He had been to the hotel ballroom with his brothers and then Polly had turned up. She had walked him back to his room to ensure he didn’t find any trouble on the way so he could get changed to go meet the countess. Standing at the doorway, she had watched him enter the room, after that he remembered nothing.
The fact that he still wore his rubber outfit hinted at something happening soon after he entered his room. The sleeveless corset top of the outfit had a small tear at the shoulder and he swore, whoever was responsible would pay.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of movement from beyond the door. The fact that Polly had not recognised the name on the sign post wasn’t good, he deduced. The fact that he could see mountains didn’t seem to be a good thing either. He must have been spirited away from his family somehow and he didn’t like the thought of been separated from them. Considering the fact that he was still alive, in the vampire way of alive, he decided that any danger could not be too serious for now.
Suddenly the door began to move, the hinges squeaking in protest. It stopped after a few inches of movement. From the other side, he heard voices.
“Dorin, we’re supposed to burst in, the element of surprise is vital to make the evil fiend cower down.”
“I tried to make the door burst, but it’s stuck. You forgot to oil it, Dragos,” replied a second voice. “Help me shove it open.”
“No I need to keep the crucifix ready, give it a kick.”
Eloim got up from the coffin and walked over to the door. Peeking through the gap, he saw two scruffily dressed young men.
“Sorry to interrupt, but do you want some help opening this?” he asked, making both of them jump and scream. Yanking the door fully open, Eloim turned and returned to sit on the coffin.
“Come in whenever you’re ready guys,” he said as he sat down. He looked at the two as they regained their composure and the one holding the wooden crucifix stepped in, holding it out in front of him.
“Stay back fiend or we will stake you dead, undead, deader!” He commanded, unsure on the correct term but flourishing a sharpened length of wood in his other hand.
Then the other also stepped forward, holding up a stake. “We are the Dumitru brothers, the greatest vampire hunters in Romania, feared by all of your kind within its borders.”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Eloim.”

To be continued.