“Yeah, Dude, call me,” Ikar says, smirking.
“Will do,” I say, following my brothers into the club.
The club is busy, a flurry of activity every night as the beings party all night. I look around at the high black wooden tables and stools with dark velvet purple tufted cushiness. The bar has a black granite countertop and mirror on the wall behind the bar and around the bar structure, the front area below the countertop. The purple lighting and the private booths are also upholstered in tufted dark purple velvet.
It’s nice, a different décor from last I attended. I look at the cute human baristas walking around in black shorts with a white off-the-shoulder shimmering top.
Hell yes!
I need to come more often to the party.
We walk over to the corner, sliding into the booth, nodding at the Black Knight. Enzo is a tall, burly blonde vampire with clear blue piercing eyes. He’s loyal, ruthless when needed, but honest and reasonable when on a mission for the Tsar.
“Enzo, good to see you,” Kon says, fist-bumping with Enzo.
“Hey Enzo,” Vlad says, fist-bumping with him.
“Enzo,” I say, nodding, sliding into the booth, resting my arms on the table.
“Hello, your Royal Kozlov’s most humble and obedient servant,” Enzo says, bowing his head.
“All good, give us the DETS,” Kon says, leaning back into the book.
“Sir Ivan was here, but he’s gone. The Dragon Iker heard Ivan talking to the Demon Bruno as they exited the club. The Demon Bruno was offering Ivan his help, and they’re heading to City Of Souls in London,” Enzo says, rubbing his beard.
“Motherfucker is making it harder! Did Iven have Princess Anastasia with him,” Kon growls, fisting his hand?
“Yes, she was next to Ivan; he was holding her hand,” Enzo says, nodding.
“Fuck,” I say, shaking my head.
Could it be possible that Princess Anastasia wants to be with Ivan?
It fucking seems like it.
“Enzo, we need you to go to the City Of Souls, search for Ivan and Princess Anastasia at the Demon’s Bruno haunts and home. But, first, we need to know what’s going on; get back asap with the DETS,” Vlad says, pulling out his cigarette case.
Vlad pulls out a long cigarette and lights it up, taking a long drag.
It’s simply relaxing, and since it doesn’t affect us, we enjoy the habit.
“Fuck, that motherfucker better not harm Princess Anastasia,” I scoff, looking around the club at the different cute females. It’s not often that I can enjoy the eye candy of the various female beings. Each one is extraordinarily unique and beautiful.
“Excuse me,” Enzo says, sliding out of the booth.
A month later.
I received a message from Enzo that he sent to all of us.
Enzo ~ Update. Ivan and Princess Anastasia are in London. Princess Anastasia is alive, safe, and well. However, the Tsar requests that I take them back to the Kozlov’s Palace.
Vlad ~ Thanks.
Kon ~ Good.
Dionisie ~ Awesome.
I know that our Tsar will take care of Ivan, but will Princess Anastasia be able to move on.
