The Vloodmir Vampires

AVAILABLE FOR KINDLE PURCHASE ON AMAZON // When a lust for equality and desire to break free from a tight autocratic structure forces itself into the hearts of the fed-up, hero's will rise. But when one large plan is altered by those on the side lines, who will fall and who will take the power from the Vloodmirs? But most of all, who will survive and who will die? Will secrets be leaked and will lovers become haters of one another?
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7. Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

 

the INSANITY SYNDROME

 

The club was blaring out music which would get complaints. From people in Russia. Of course, in his two hundred and twenty year life, Elliot had been to a lot of clubs. But none of them were like The Insanity Syndrome. Girls swinging themselves around poles and playboys in little awkward bunny costumes squeezing them in all places they wouldn’t want to be squeezed for this amount of time. Elliot and Evelyn had missed the main opening and were in the Rave Phase as it was called. Girls and guys were wearing glow sticks which had just been handed out and looking around, Elliot felt insecure. There were so many people he could kill, so much havoc he could cause. But that wasn’t the aim, at least not yet. Despite being a little bit . . . crazy and awfully flirty, he felt alone without Evelyn. He couldn’t read her thoughts – there was too much going on, too many thoughts swarming his mind. His hand, by habit, reached up to his mark and covered it. The glow keeping his hand slightly warmer. He had no idea where Evelyn was now or what he was doing. For all he knew, she could be doing shots with some random guy or snogging him. Making a disgusted face he took a couple of glow sticks and wrapped them around his neck, wrist and kept a few in his hands. This was going to be a crazy party. But he really needed to find Evelyn. She was his new murder buddy after all and he couldn’t very well loose her on the first night! But this was a scouting mission, and Evelyn would have to learn the ropes. She couldn’t go off by herself whenever she felt like it. It was against his rules!

 

Looking around he tried to block out the other thoughts. He hadn’t been around Evelyn long enough to get a firm grasp on her thought pattern and the harder he tried, the worse it got. He couldn’t locate her whatso-

“Surprise!” A drunk Evelyn tackled Elliot in a piggyback. Elliot tried to get out the way, but he wasn’t fast enough, he could smell the Vodka in her breath mixed with the mint she had clearly had before she came. It was a pleasantly awkward mix and putting Evelyn down he could see the delight in her eyes. From that look, he could tell that she had good connections here.

 

As Elliot lead Evelyn around, acting as a couple, his eyes wandered. A girl in a tight black suit with orange lights was bending her body around the pole freakishly high up while below her, on a pole to the left, a girl in a black and blue outfit walked around, the lights from the platform, doing the work for her. As they walked past a girl with fake cat ears and a maid costume, she got in Elliot’s face and blew him a kiss. He was a charmer. Further down the room, not too far from the bar, some girl was swinging herself around the pole, her stomach wrapped around. Surely she was getting dizzy, but this was probably her job so she was probably a pro. “Who are we looking for?” Evelyn asked, the strobe lights changing her face while she walked. The blues, greens and purples made her look very different, but the same went for Elliot.

 

“A man, a dangerous one.”

“You don’t say.”

“It’s a man named Snow.”

“Why do all the evil guys have to be called snow?” Evelyn muttered, still lightly buzzed.

“What do you mean?” Elliot asked, genuinely confused. He wasn’t a big watcher of films, games of shows.

“President Snow in The Hunger Games?” Evelyn looked up, looking as if she was talking to a child. But she was looking around for someone she didn’t know, she was pointless.

“Never read it.”

“What about the fi-”

“Don’t watch films.” He was blunt.

“What about Snow in Final Fantasy?”

“Don’t play games.” Once again, blunt.

“Correction: I don’t watch films and I don’t play games.” Evelyn smirked.

“Please, shut up.” Elliot growled, fists clenched. God he wanted to kill her. Like a perky blonde angel of death. It almost had him convinced. But killing her wouldn’t achieve anything. They hadn’t even known each other a day.

 

Snow was lounging on a black velvet roman recliner, polished to match his fangs. He was situated in the Feeding room, his fangs dripping and stained in the blood of his latest feed. Looking up he grinned as his two new killers – unbeknown to him – approached. He stood up, a gloved hand extended. “Welcome.” He was a voice like honey, sweet and gentle. He looked at Evelyn and grinned, opening his arms. She would’ve give him that satisfaction and she felt Elliot grip her slender wrist as a sign. “No hug? Shame. Don’t you know who I am?”

Silence.

“Well! Your mother works for me-”

“She would never work for a Vloodmir!”

“How do you know I’m a Vloodmir, Evelyn?” Snow’s grin was irritating. She wanted to punch him in the face.

“I . . . you look like one.” That was weak, feeble response.

“Racist.”

“That is not racist!” Evelyn snarled. She tried to pull against Elliot, but he kept his grip firm. He wasn’t going to get them kicked out of the club. He liked it here. Shiny stuff, hot girls and their target was here.

“Mr. Snow.” Elliot put himself in the conversation, making himself heard. Snow slowly turned to look at him, an eyebrow arched. Elliot had always wanted to be able to arch an eyebrow. In books they could do that and in films and his friends – before they all died – could do that and his brother - before he died - could do it as well, but he couldn’t. It really did piss him off. “We know what you did, why you did it. But why?”

He looked at Evelyn with a cool look. He would do all the talking, he knew what he was going and Evelyn complied. She didn’t know who this dude was or how he knew her mother, or her. “Oh don’t act so surprised, love. Your mother’s great in bed.”

“Please! Stop saying things that I can’t unsee.”

“Why? Have you seen your mother-”

“Leave Miss Parker out of this.” Elliot was being defensive of the hot irritation standing next to him. That dress was far too distracting.

“We know you’re a powerful Vloodmir and you’re trying to kill the Vampiric Race.” Elliot growled, he wanted answers and although Evelyn couldn’t read his thoughts, his face conveyed murder.

“Who said I’m trying to kill everyone?” Snow had an innocent look on his face.

“Well you skipped serial killer and went straight to Vampire.” Elliot smirked.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Snow laughed, pushing his blonde hair back. His fangs were still drenched in blood.

“You said my mother worked for you,” Evelyn put herself back into the conversation, and then she paused. “and slept with you. Why?”

 

“Do you think your mother could ever refuse me? She never wanted to stand with the Trusoni’s. She never loved your father, she wanted him dead-”

“Well that’s a no brainer.”

“So she met with me in the dark alleys, she told me what the Trusoni’s were planning. Did you know there was another attack underway? Probably not. But she gave me the information and to pay her I let our burning passion and lust escape through the chemistry between us.”

“How poetic . . .” Elliot muttered.

“From then on, it became nightly. She crept out at night and we fulfilled our needs under the cover of darkness. She wanted her husband dead so we could be together. Forever. I funded her lavish partied and donned her in the beautiful clothes which she wears to this day. She has a deep hatred for the Trusoni’s and wants them to perish. She wants the remaining ones to be killed.”

“That’s nice.” Evelyn smiled, sarcastic. She wanted to get out of here but she was pissed. Elliot tried to get out of her mind, but he couldn’t. He was drawn to her. Her thoughts were so violent, so brutal, so . . . murderous. She was so captivating. But she was going to snap and burn this nightclub to the ground with Snow inside it. He would perish. 

 

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