The Missing Sacrifice. Vampire Eloim book 2. part 6.

“The Priest,” Dorin began. “He said we were to watch you until he got back, he’s gone to meet the-”
Dragos elbowed him, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Shut up, he’s done that mind trick on you.”
“Well you can tell your priest that you watched me leave.” Eloim said as he started to walk towards the door. “And I don’t do mind tricks, I’m a vampire not a Jedi.”
Dorin jumped up. “You can’t leave! The witch put a spell on the building, plus the sun will be up in ten minutes.
” Eloim paused in the doorway. “If I have to spend today stuck with just you two, only one of us will see the sun set.” Eloim said over his shoulder.
“There’s the guy locked in the cage in the basement,” Dorin started, but was cut short as Dragos again elbowed him.
“Shut up you fool,” Dragos said. He looked again at the doorway but Eloim had gone. “Damn! Now you’ve done it. No one’s supposed to know about the Lycian prince."
“Why? I don’t get why we have to keep them separate,” Dorin said rubbing his ribs.
“I heard the priest and the witch talking, he’s a werewolf prince and he’s to be sacrificed tonight to open a portal. The vampire is then going to be given to some demon so she will help us rid our land of vampires and werewolves,” Dragos replied. “We will be the heroes that finally cleared our land of all evil fiends."
Eloim stood outside the room listening to the two brothers. He had heard enough and stepped back into the room, drawing back his lips to reveal his fangs.
“I forgot to ask, who ripped my top?” Eloim didn’t wait for a reply, he attacked. After ripping out Dorin’s throat, he took a long drink of his blood before he allowed the lifeless body to drop to the floor. “Do you realise it’s ruined, you can’t fix it?” Eloim said as he wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.
Dragos stood transfixed, staring at his brother’s body in disbelief. “You’re killing us because of a ripped top?” he asked, shocked and unable to react.
“Of course not, that would be really superficial of me. I killed him for ruining a Vivian Westwood work of art. I’m killing you because I’m not spending today sleeping in a five star hotel; instead, I’m stuck here and I'm in a bad mood.”

Polly jumped down from the back of the truck, quickly followed by the other members of the team. Serenyty jumped down last and stood beside her, looking around at the wooded mountains.
“I hate the countryside. Where are we heading Polly?”
Polly looked around then up at the sky and saw a large full moon just clearing the mountains. She held out a small stone in the palm of her hand, it had an arrow etched onto it. The stone turned on her palm so that the arrow pointed the way they needed to go. “The search stone is pointing down the valley, we need to be careful and keep an eye out for werewolves though,” Polly looked around at the family who had come with her; each one was a vicious warrior. “I just hope it’s too early for them to be out yet.”
“Let them come, my ‘give a damn’ seems to be broken, maybe I can borrow theirs after I’ve ripped out their hearts?” Heather replied starting off down the road, Polly smiled as she indicated to the others to follow.
“We’re here to get our brother, not to kill werewolves, Heather,” Polly reminded them.
“You’ve become too attached to him Polly, there was a time when you would have hunted for werewolves first and finding a missing brother would just be a bonus,” Karla put in with a smile. “Knowing Eloim, he’s probably talked his way out of any trouble and is clothes shopping by now.”

To be continued.