Gary’s eyes bulged as he looked first at Edward and then at Eloim. “He’s pulled a succubus? He’s not old enough to even be talking with a succubus.”
Edward shrugged. “Well you had better tell him then; he’s heading back with a really stupid grin on his face; and from that backward glance she just threw him, I think we may have a modern day Romeo and Juliet to deal with.”
Eloim stopped in front of his two brothers and noticed the worried look on Gary’s face. “What’s up?”
“Do you realise what that was you were just flirting with?” Gary asked.
“What do you mean? We were just talking outfits, she told me all about this great boutique she goes to, she gave me their card. Did you see that dress she was wearing? It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
Edward looked over to the bar where she stood talking to a friend. “I sort of did notice she filled that dress out perfectly, it would be well worth a closer inspection of her.”
“Ewwww Edward, she may be the most stylish thing I’ve ever seen but she’s a succubus.” Eloim said in disgust.
“You mean you’re not in love with her Eloim?” Gary asked gaining control on the rising panic he had felt.
“In love with her? She’s sweet and all that but it’s the dress I love, I simply must have it, and the boots.” Eloim looked over to the stage as he saw movement. “It looks like the band is coming back on, Gary.”
Eloim sat down and as the band began to sing ‘Waterloo’, he looked at the small business card the succubus had given him with the address of the boutique on. He found the music rather annoying but Gary seemed to be enjoying it, he sat tapping his foot. Tucking the card into the top of his boot, Eloim looked around the room, picking out his other brothers scattered around, he also noticed a stranger watching him.
“JC and Valador are watching him.” Gary said without taking his eyes from the stage. “She doesn’t sing this as well as Agnetha.” He added.
“Who?” Eloim asked looking towards the stage.
“The blonde one in the blue jumpsuit, her voice is too deep.” Gary added.
“That’s because ‘she’ is a ‘he’. Why do you think they’re called the Dancing Queens?” Edward put in. “Heads up, Polly’s just walked in.”
All three looked to where Polly was walking over towards them as the tribute band began to play ‘Super Trooper’.
“Eloim you need to come with me,” she said, coming to stand by their seats. “Mum rang. The Countess wants to meet us tonight. We’ve got an hour to get ready. You need to get changed into something suitable, I’ll take you up to your room, now.”
Eloim looked up at Polly confused, so she continued urgently. “Come on, I know you are going to take ages just to choose something to wear. And also on our way over we will discuss why you are wearing my boots.”
“These are your boots?” Eloim asked, trying to sound innocent.
“If you’ve stretched them I’m going to cause you a world of pain Eloim.” Polly promised him.
“Don’t worry they’re not stretched,” Eloim said smiling. “I chopped my toes off so they fit perfect.”
All three looked at him in disbelief then looked down at the boots he wore.
“What? They’ll grow back in a couple of days.” Eloim said, looking at the shocked faces. “You sometimes have to make sacrifices to look good.”
“Will they grow back?” Edward asked, not taking his eyes from the boots, still shocked at his brother’s amputations just to wear a pair of boots.
“No idea, never heard of any vampire doing this before.” Gary answered, caught between horrified dismay and wonder. “I’m sure it’s easier to just buy a pair of boots in a bigger size.”
To be continued.