Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Random movie Feb 22

movie: These Girls
starring: David Boreanaz, Caroline Dhavernas
genre: Drama
year: 2005
format: Hollywood Suites Channel

plot: Three teenaged girls blackmail the one hot older man in their town into a sexual relationship.

Based on the play

So, flipping channels, flipping flipping see a movie listing Boreanaz so decide okay why not?  Okay, so the last time I decided to randomly watch a movie on tv because of one of the "main actors", it ended up they were barely in it. Not the case here. Boreanaz is in 90% of this. So that's a plus.  I had a small smile when I saw a scene where one of the characters is flipping a coin trying to decide what to do and it was indeed a Canadian coin. Bonus points.

And that's about where the good vibes ended. I'm not too sure what the main goal of this movie was? Were we suppose to feel sorry for any of the characters; the three teens who not only cause an affair, but upturn the lives of their whole sphere; or the older man who should have known better and had some respect for himself? Is it a cautionary tale of small town boredom? What?

I think this would have been more interesting if they had done something else with the one main male character. Either made him a sleazier guy or a nicer one. Cause as a middle of the road character, he didn't have much.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s12 p1

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 301, chapter 301

Out of Time...

Edric stormed around the backyard, his double row of fangs bottom and top exposed, his eyes pure white of the banshee, his nails taloned claws. A roar escaped his throat that was more than an growl, more than anything any of them had heard before. Landin swallowed the bolt of fear as he jumped from the hood of the car where he'd been sitting for the last hour watching the hybrid. The sound shook the windows of the house, in pure anger.

"What do you mean you lost her?" Quentin asked over the phone. Seward headed towards the middle of their street trying to get out of ear shot of the very pissed off Edric. "How do you loose a 5'7 170 pound banshee? Like how?"

"Dude,dude, dude. We didn't loose her..." he said pointing to himself. "Technically, it was Edric who lost her. But but but...technically she's not lost. Just not in this dimension." the younger male said into the phone as he bit his thumb in worry.

"Again, I ask how do you loose track of a 5'7 170 pound woman?" Quentin's voice was barely audible over the sound of a mack truck honking and speeding past in the background.

"Bacchus." he said simply shrugging to himself as if it was all the explanation needed.

A few hours earlier...

Edric leaned on the ticket counter, the sliver coloured purse draped over his wrist, causing the two teenaged boys working the concessions counter to snicker. Nosferatu had tossed the object at him along with her black cardigan  as she went to the ladie's room. Seeing the line was starting to form, the hybrid went ahead and bought the tickets for the latest western. Our heroine returned, startling one of the teens causing him to become extremely bashful as he took their snack order. Raising an eyebrow Edric turned to look at his sire not understanding what had caused the sudden turn of events.

That was his first mistake.  Nosferatu was standing there in a grey tweed pencil skirt that came just below her knees, and a buttoned up blouse with sleeves that came to her elbows, a shade lighter. He had watched her agonize over the outfit for a half hour back at the warehouse; like any other woman would. With the sweater, she looked like someone out of the 1950's. It also reminded him of the dream he'd had earlier. Edric couldn't pull his gaze from her, as she seemed to glow. In fact, he felt dizzy suddenly and it had nothing to do with his emotions for her. The hybrid's shoulders began to tighten as his ears twitched. The air around them had shifted just slightly, giving a subtle hint at the collective rise in temperature. Sniffing, the sandy-blonde male snarled as he acknowledged the fact a few of the movie goers were starting to move closer to them.

"...Edric?" her voice slithered around his brain, causing the hybrid to do a double take. "My purse." she held her hand out for it. Moving his wrist so that it slipped onto her's, the male felt a tightness in his throat. It suddenly occurred to him, he'd only seen her interact with humans a few times before. He wasn't sure if this was just the half god thing or the vampire nature? Either way, he understood now why the others called the results a love spell. And whatever that was causing her to effect the humans in the room, it was causing the absolute worst parts of his werewolf side to come bubbling up to the surface. Edric wasn't sure he'd make it through the next two hours without ripping the throats out of all of them. 

He finally understood the mixed messages. The sandy-blonde male realized for the first time, that his sire wasn't denying him out of spite or games; but because she wasn't sure his intentions were, well his intentions. How could someone who's designed to entrap, trust that anyone attracted to them is truly so?  Collecting their snack order, he followed her into the screening room. It seemed to drip with the scent of something forgotten. The hybrid's nose was on full alert as he placed their snacks down, moving around the room, his face blank.

"We're going to sit here." he pointed to a row on the far side of the screening room, nearest the handicapped area. "It smells the cleanest." Taking their seats, Edric let out a deep breath, craning his neck around to see how many others were going to watch the film as well. To his relief, there were only three other people who entered the room. Half way through the movie, the sandy-blonde male began to get restless. He couldn't seem to sit still, his knee bouncing, shoulders feeling like they were too big for the small space; even though they had a whole row to themselves. He sensed before he even felt our heroine place her hand on his thigh in a mild attempt to get the fledgling to sit still. Which he then did for the rest of the movie. Edric sat in stone silence all his attention on the screen, taking in the shades of golden yellow dust that seemed to cover the actors clothes and the suppressed noon day sun that always seemed to hang behind some cliched clock tower.  Just as the credits started to roll, he leaned over planting a unseen kiss on our heroine's temple. The hybrid felt a calm he'd never felt before as they left the cinema together, discussing what they thought of it. And for a few hours, Edric forgot he was supernatural. Forgot he was in a supernatural relationship. For a few hours he'd allowed himself to just enjoy himself again. Without thinking about the new rules, without thinking about the bloodlust, without thinking about his need to be pack alpha. For a few hours Edric was just some random hot guy on a normal average date with some nice geeky chick he had a crush on. 

That was his second mistake.

Five minutes ago...

"Tell me again what happened?"  Ruthven asked as he stood in the middle of the Van Helsing's backyard, a cigar in hand. Edric shook his head his eyes closed, nostrils flaring. He knew he needed to get things under control, knew he needed to be able to think clearly. Which wasn't going to happen anytime soon if he stayed transformed. Taking a few deep breathes, the hybrid managed to get his fangs to retract, allowing partial control over his own body.

"I told you. We were in bed and this pair of arms just appeared out of thin air, like from some bad horror film and grabbed her. Lifted her up towards the ceiling, like ten feet off the bed and pulled her through this whirling portal thing. I could see Bacchus on the other side, and she was gone!"   Ruthven nodded as he took a few drags on the cigar rolling his hand indicating for Edric to continue. "What do you want me to say? That's it! I came right over cause I have no idea what to do!"

"Everything I have heard you guys saying about him, everything I've read in those spellbooks Nosferatu has been clinging to like her life depends on them, about these gods...Bacchus is more cruel than Loki. And Loki is the trickster! Bacchus, he waited...he baited you! He waited till you were emotionally attached to her and ripped her out of your grasp. Literally! What did you do to piss him off?"

"I didn't do anything!" Edric's words were pressed through clinched teeth. "He warned us days ago that he was going to take her. To have her lead some army or something. We didn't think he meant now!"

"So what he's messing with you for nothing?"

"I don't know? He is a god." the hybrid said practically spitting the sentence. "All I do know is I...I can't...I can't loose her." he shrugged. The male blinked, letting out yet another deep breath, his eyes shifting back to their human blue. "As cheesy as it sounds, Nosferatu is pretty much all I've got left. For the first time in a really really long time, I was actually happy."

"Well there you go." Ruthven said taking another long drag on the cigar. "There's your answer. You dared to have a happily ever after. Which in your case really would have been for all eternity. Haven't you ever paid attention to those crappy romance novels or bad horror films? Whenever the heroes start thinking it's happily ever after time, the big bad swoop in and poop all over it." he moved his hands in a smoothing gesture. "Poop, over everything."

"So what are you saying?" the hybrid did a double take shaking his head, his one palm up. "Bacchus stole her because we slept together?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Ruthven blew smoke in the hybrid's face.

"He's saying, style up your hero hair, we're pulling a Stefan." Seward said walking over to them. "What? I know I'm not the only one who watches Vampire Diaries."

"Dream you said something similar." Edric replied pointing at him.  Seward's face dropped as he took a large step back.

"You dreamed about me? Dude, I don't roll that way."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Hero hair...)

Sunday, February 12, 2017

What that movie inspired me to do (Walking Dead)

Spudguns! It's that time again, where I head to the kitchen and make something inspired by something. And this week, I'm joining my friend Heather from All Roads Lead to the Kitchen, for her zombie fueled theme day.
The zombie of the day is Walking Dead.  I have to admit, I'm a real late comer to the whole Walking Dead  fandom. In fact, it was Heather who got me hooked on it, on a dare actually. Yep, a dare.

So my inspiration comes from two different parts. From the character of Carol, who we see baking and cooking a few times in the series, and from the fact we see a few characters over the course of the series eating something in a package. It could be instant soup, or military style rations, or hot chocolate or it could be instant oatmeal. I ran with the idea of it being instant oatmeal, and decided to make cookies


1/2 cup butter softened
1/4 c white sugar
1/2 c brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 Tablespoon milk (I used almond milk)
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1 c flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
4 packages of instant oatmeal

Cream together both brown sugar and white sugar with the butter,
Mix in cinnamon, flour, baking powder, baking soda,
Add milk and egg, mix well,
Add oatmeal

Bake at 350degrees for 10 minutes, depending on your oven

The recipe I had did not actually say if they were drop cookies or bar cookies or I went with the notion that they were drop cookies.

I know, the dvd cases are NOT the Walking Dead, but I don't actually have any of the seasons in my collection. So just pretend what I do have is...well it's a zombie isn't it... Don't forget to head over to All Roads Lead to the Kitchen, and see what goodies Heather dug up.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p26

The Nosferatu Adventures 
page 300, chapter 300

Love Me Like a Candle in the Rain

Hitting the light switch, Edric flooded the nurse's station with harsh fluorescent light. "Out!" he said holding the door open with one hand, pointing with the other. The two teenagers jumped running past him back towards the gym rejoining the dance. Shaking his head, he returned once more to the coat room. He had only been gone for two minutes, but still he felt it was necessary to do another sweep of the room. The phone started to buzz midway through. "Yeah."

"So what happened? We were cut off." Seward said over what sounded like a blender.

"She walked in caught me on the phone, she heard you by the way." Edric replied as he returned to his desk sitting down again.  Something didn't feel right. He began opening and closing the drawers of the old desk, finding a few paperclips, a broken pencil and some crumpled pages.

"Have you tried asking her out?" Seward said flatly. "Instead of just staring like one of your students in heat."

"No actually..." Edric let the sentence drop. He had never actually had to do the asking, which worked in his favour as he could be down right shy at times. He'd just been sitting back waiting for Nosferatu to make the first move. Getting distracted, the sandy-blonde male ran his hand over the back of his neck feeling a cold chill, his eyes drawn to the pieces of paper. Lifting them out of the drawer, he began to smooth them out, expecting to find some crude doodles or bad love poems. Instead, the pages were in another language with what seemed like occult symbols. "I'll call you later." hanging up, Edric's attention was absorbed into his new treasure.

"What you reading? Love letters?" our heroine's voice shattered his world yet again, causing Edric to jump. She crossed the room, two bottles of pop in hand, offering him one.

"Who's classroom is this usually?" he asked realizing he'd never seen the door to it open during school hours. Nosferatu shrugged.

"As far as I know, it hasn't been used this year. I think it's just storage. Why?"

"I just found this here in this drawer." he gestured to the entire desk. "Just wondering who these belonged to?" he asked holding up the pages. The female grabbed his hand forcing him to hold the pages still. Clearing his throat Edric pushed the little glasses up, his left knee bouncing.

"I think this is Russian. I think?" her hand lingering on his for a long few seconds, letting her fingers trail down his knuckles as she did.

"Would explain why I can't read it. Can you read this?"

"No." she shook her head. "I need to take another round of the halls." once again there was the briefest brush of her hand against his shoulder before she turned to leave the room. Leaning back in his chair, Edric ran his hands over his face, trying to remember his own lecture notes for the morning. His peace disturbed by the sound of footsteps hovering just outside of the door. Getting up, he crossed back to see if it was Nosferatu returning or just a student. Only, there was no one there. The hallway was completely empty, all the class room doors nearest to him closed. The music coming from the gym was a slow song informing him that the dance was almost over. Looking at the clock, Edric felt dizzy. Somehow it was almost 9pm.

"Where did the last forty-five minutes go?" he asked the empty room.  The coat room was pretty much cleaned out by 9:15pm, allowing Edric to grab his own jacket ready to flee the building. One final look around the room to make sure no one had forgotten their gloves or hats, and he was able to turn the lights off, closing the door. He'd also stuffed the pages into the inner pocket of his jacket before doing so.  There was just something about them that was digging at his subconscious. The door to the gym was still wide open as he past it. Peeking in, he spotted our heroine as she moved around the now fully lit room, a garbage bag in hand picking up pop bottles and chip bags. Edric was thinking he should offer to help clean, but the phone buzzed before he could find the strength to open his mouth. "yeah."

"The dance is over right? Is she still there?" Seward asked. Edric could hear what sounded like a fast food drive thru then Seward's voice muffled as he ordered a cheeseburger.

"Yeah, she is actually." he ducked out of listening range moving speedily towards the main doors of the building.

"Okay, I just drove past the school and you my friend are in luck. Other than a small mini-van that some parent is sitting in with what looks like eight of the students, your car is the only one left in the parking lot. So unless she's already called a cab, she's going to need a lift."  Edric stopped in between the double set of glass doors, his hand already on the outer door handle. He heard the younger male drop the cell phone as he got his food. Edric ran his hand through his hair, pushing up the little glasses again. The heaters in the lobby were causing the glass door to fog up rapidly reminding Edric of just how cold the night had become. He looked back again over his shoulder seeing our heroine turning off the lights for the gym, closing the doors. "Dude, ask her out. Like a normal person in a normal situation." Seward continued. "The way you act sometimes, you'd think you were the tragic hero in one of those novels you have your students read. Or a character on Vampire Diaries, all broody and with the hair."

"She's not even my type." his voice was pinched as he regretted the lie the second it left his lips.

"Uh huh. Yet every im eeess aroff ooo urn into a belly kic." he said around a mouthful of fries.

"What?" Edric saw a set of headlights pull up into the parking lot, forcing him to open the door and face the cold.

"I said, yet every time she's around you turn into a jelly fish."

"I...I do not!" Edric crossed the length of the school lot meeting up with the cab. "Hi, I think there's been a mix up, the lady who called already has a ride." he smiled brightly at the driver; heading back towards the school's main doors. "Hanging up now." he put the phone in his pocket just as our heroine was locking up the inner set of doors. Edric suddenly remembered what it was like being a frustrated teenager, the awkwardness pulling his stomach in knots.

"You're still here? I thought you would have been gone ten minutes ago." the female said as she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, putting on her gloves.

"Just heading out now." Edric gestured towards the street. He watched as she stepped outside turning to lock the outer set of doors as well. "Are you waiting for someone? Cause it's freezing..."

"I called a cab, should have actually been here by now." she mimicked his gesture towards the street.

"I saw..." he brought his one hand up scratching his thumb across his forehead before running his hand through his hair again. "I saw one sort of circle through like it was looking for someone but didn't stop." Edric's voice dropped a notch as he closed his eyes, unable to meet her's. "But I have my car if you want a ride?"

"Don't you live on the far side of town?" she asked mindlessly reaching for her phone. "Haven't I seen you coming from that direction?"

"Yes I do actually." the sandy-blonde male cleared his throat pushing his glasses up again in a nervous twitch. "But you know what, um...if you're not having any...if you're not you want to grab a drink?" he blurted feeling the heat rise across his ears. Our heroine was about to answer when Edric caught the scent of something. "Do you smell something burning?"


Out of Time...

Edric woke coughing, his delicate nose twitching his eyes watering. Sitting up on the sofa, the hybrid found his sire standing over a hotplate in the middle of the attic. Stumbling across the length of the place, he opened a window, letting the smoke out. "What was that?"

"Too much mugwort. Sorry." the female replied trying to hold her nose. "Must have been some dream, you were talking in your sleep just before you woke up. All I got to say is, whomever you were dreaming of, lucky them." giving up, our heroine took the small pot off the burner turning it off.

"Just my subconscious getting my brain in sync with my dick." he mumbled grabbing a pen and piece of paper trying to remember the symbols from his dream. "Any idea what this means?" he asked handing them to her. Letting out a deep breath Edric rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Do you like westerns?"


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. I've got the song 'Foolish Love' by Lord Tracy stuck in my head while writing this one)

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Coffee Talk Jan 29th 2017

Spudguns! is I, your heroine, Ardeth Blood, and I realized I haven't updated any photos of myself in a really long here's a tidbit for you. I do take inspiration from my daily life for The Nosferatu Adventures, in case you are wondering. 

Speaking of inspiration, if you've got a favourite movie you'd like to see me tackle for "What that Movie Inspired Me to Do" that I haven't seen yet, please leave me a comment. I'll be getting back into that end of things soon.

With that said, if you've read any of my "Top 5 Favs" then you've seen me cover a bunch of different genres, groupings, lists etc. I was wanting to bring that back, but with a twist. If you leave a comment with some of your favourite movies, if I haven't covered them on here yet, I do my best to. So basically I'm taking movie recommendations.

That's about it for now.

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p25

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 299, chapter 299

Love Me Like a Candle in the Rain

Edric stood at the whiteboard copying out the notes he'd spent the night making. It was the first day back from winter holidays, and he knew his students would be less than cooperative. Specially so when they found out the first assignment back was a ten page essay on Hamlet.

"Professor Quoyle." the soft voice slithered into the room. Looking over his shoulder, Edric did a double take, biting the inside of his lip. His knees went weak as butterflies attacked his stomach.

"Nosferatu, what can I do for you?" he put the marker down on the little ledge turning to face her, as she gestured towards the small office across the hall. Clearing his throat, the sandy-blonde male followed, looking at the classroom clock noting to himself he had about fifteen minutes before his class arrived. Closing the door to his office, he pushed the little glasses up on his nose, before leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

"We're short a chaperone for the dance tonight, and since you've yet to volunteer..." she wrung her hands leaning forward a half step.

"That's tonight? I thought it was back before the holidays?" he had remembered a few of his students talking about the dance before the winter holidays, but just assumed it had been the night before they'd left for them. "Can't I just take the detention class for like a week instead?"

"It's mandatory for all staff to cover at lest one of the school dances per year. We've had three already and you still haven't signed up for any of the other three up coming ones." our heroine replied scratching at her temple. Edric caught her smile as her gaze trailed over him, landing at what he suspected were his thighs. Tilting his head down, he licked his lips as the butterflies were active again. Normally, it was his arms that got the sweeping glances and nearly always a comment about how he worked out. He'd never admit it, but Edric secretly liked the fact when he caught Nosferatu checking him out, it was clear she appreciated all of him.

"So no on the detention?" he cleared his throat again. "School dances sucked when I was a teenager because of the teachers chaperoning them. And now you want to make me a massive hypocrite by making me into the chastity police." he uncrossed his one arm palm up. "What did I ever do to you?"

"It starts at 7:30. Do you want coat check or parking lot?" she asked walking past him out of his office, touching his arm as she did.

"Neither. Neither would be swell." he sighed. "I'll take coat check only because it's already -27C out there and it's suppose to snow tonight." Edric grumbled as he waited for our heroine to leave. Checking the clock, he still had a few minutes before he needed to get back to his class. Grabbing the phone, he dialed. "Seward, yeah I'm going to have to duck out of the poker game tonight. I got roped in last minute on chaperoning duty. What do you want me to say man, I got caught unaware. How was I to know they actually pay attention to who's volunteered to stuff?" his voice started to raise as he let his one hand slap his thigh in frustration. Hanging up the phone, he pushed the little glasses up on his nose once again, before turning heading back to his class room.

Edric arrived back at the school at 7:24pm, the sea of students already causing him to tense up his shoulders. At lest the building was warm. Unzipping his winter jacket, he draped it over a chair as he sat down in the empty class room that was being used for the coat check area. The desks had all been moved around the room pushed up against the walls, in order to allow space for the racks of hangers. All he had to do was sit back and make sure none of the students managed to sneak in the room once the dance started, to drink or make out. Not one of the easiest jobs but at lest he wasn't standing around in ankle deep snow.  The first rush of kids came like a tidal wave just as the clock hit 7:30, with everything running smooth until just after 8pm. That's when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Getting up, the sandy-blonde male did a sweep of the room, careful not to knock over the delicately arranged rows of clothing racks.

"You find anything?" the female's  voice caused him to jump.

"Bloody hell." Edric turned facing our heroine. A quick tint of colour heated his skin as he stared at her. Edric moved a half step away from the coats, rolling his sleeves up leaning on the edge of the desk. "I thought you were on parking lot duty?"

"No, one of the other teachers got that job. I'm just doing rounds. Checking the locker area, girl's bathroom that sort of thing. You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost?" our heroine asked reaching her arm out towards the rows of coats. Edric looked again towards the corner of the room.

"I thought I saw someone but..." he stood back to his full height his blue eyes straining.

"Only another hour to go." our heroine said touching his arm before turning to leave again. As soon as she was out of the room, he grabbed his phone calling Seward.

"Hey, you remember the librarian Nosferatu?" he took another sweep of the room just to ease his mind. Again not finding anyone hiding in the shadows, Edric returned to his desk.

"The redhead corporate-gothabilly, that you've been too chicken to talk to for the last two years. No, can't say I do." the younger male laughed on the other end. "Why, what's going on? Did she offer to save you the last dance?"

"I don't know, I'm tired. I could be reading the whole thing wrong? I mean, I thought I saw something moving around, then she came in and..."

"Dude! From the beginning." Seward said something else but had covered the phone. Edric heard him walking around on the other end, the clanking of ice and pouring of something.

"I'm alone in the coat check and thought I saw someone in the far end of the room. I got up to look, but nobody was there, then she came in the room like sneaked up on me, reminded me there's only an hour to go and touched my arm, which she does a lot. Yet she's never... I'm overthinking it aren't I?" he scratched his wrist before rubbing his eyes.

"You got a library card for an excuse to hang around her. Dude, you're way past overthinking it." Seward said.

"Shack you." Edric's voice held none of the sarcasm it was meant to. 

"What was she wearing?" Landin asked as he stuffed something into his mouth, causing his sentence to be mumbled.  Edric peeked out of the class room, just as a group of teenaged girls headed past him for the bathroom.

"You put me on speaker phone?"

"Yeah. Saves time on us having to have Seward repeat everything." This time it was Ruthven. Edric could hear him lighting his cigar. "The fashion victim wants to know what was she wearing?"

"Why?" Edric blushed silently "Um... dark jeans. What's that got to do with anything?" he closed his eyes silently telling himself he'd never hear the end of it. He really should have known better than to bring anything up with them. Letting out a groan of embarrassment, he swore.

"What was she wearing?" Seward repeated a slight jingle to his voice.

"Uh.." he peeked out the door again suddenly feeling like one of his students as he caught sight of her at the end of the hall. "The top has black and white polka-dots and short puffy sleeves. Very very low cut."

"Heels?" Seward opened a door and closed it.

"No. Winter boots cause you know, the snow." Edric pushed his glasses up on his nose again. A few of the empty hangers fell to the floor, causing him to turn around and investigate.

"That ghost back?" our heroine said from the doorway of the classroom. Edric swore dropping the phone. Bending to pick it up, our heroine was about to hand it back to him, when she heard Ruthven's voice.

"...she's definitely into you. So just slide up to her when she's alone, like in the back of the library shelving books and see what happens." Edric grabbed the little machine turning it off, the colour spreading across his ears.

"Were you and your buddies just talking about me?" she asked pointing at the little phone. 

"Uh...uh." he nervously ran his hand through his hair pushing the glasses up again. "Define talking about?"  he licked his lips. "See it's a funny story actually we were..." he waved the little machine pointing at it with his other hand. "...we were just trying to..." Edric's shoulders slumped as he began grinding his teeth together in embarrassment. "Did you need something?"

"Always." she smiled turning to leave again, this time heading in the opposite direction towards the gym. The lights flickering in the main hall as she did. Edric tilted his head to the side watching the lighting grid. Only the two lights by the gym had flickered.  A couple of the students appeared suddenly from the far door of the gym, heading down the hall towards the nurse's station. Sighing to himself, Edric realized he'd have to leave his post and deal with them.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. ooohhh spooky.)

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p24

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 298, chapter 298

Out of Time...

Edric stood on the top of the second floor landing, tilting his head to the side. There was something about the grandfather's bedroom that made his skin crawl. Cautiously, he entered the room not wanting to venture too far into it.  "You see it." our heroine's voice slithered over his left shoulder as she silently walked up behind him. Edric grunted as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

"The badly hidden panel or what's behind it?" he gestured towards the closet.

"Both." she closed the gap between them, resting her face on the edge of his shoulder. "It's like the reflection of a prism's light." she gestured towards the secret room hidden in the back of the closet. The male hybrid shook his head.

"I don't see anything other than the fact they are trying to hid something. But I hear it. Like a humming or a phone left off the hook." he wiggled his fingers near his right ear. He felt the female shift her weight as she reached for his waist. Dropping her hand to his hip, she squeezed past his left side, facing him. "What'ya doing?" Edric's blue eyes sparkled as he looked down into her hazel ones.

"Pushing you out of the room." she forced him to walk backwards till they hit the wall in the hallway. Giving  a short gasp of shock, she tapped her finger on his chin indicating he'd shaved. "For me?" she teased.

"What do I get if I say yes?"  Our heroine's eyes became slits as she moved from him a few centimeters, all the teasing having left her.  "No." he grabbed her elbow pulling her back towards him. "Not answering is not an answer."

"Edric you got what you wanted already. You won. You said it yourself, loopholed your way to being one step closer to being pack alpha." she closed her eyes lowering her face. "Why do you insist on continuing to act like you're interested?"

"I'm not the one sending mixed messages." the sandy-blonde male answered as he ran his hand through the limp mohawk, letting his mind drift back to the electric kiss only a few days before. Unexpectedly, his body ached in a very human way.

"Quentin called just before you got here. He had to go to Saskatoon. Took the book from the occult shop with him." our heroine said changing the subject, swaying first towards him then away as if on a string.

"When will he be back?" he dropped his voice sniffing her hair; his hands landing on her hips as if with a mind of their own, the material of the skirt crinkling upward as his fingertips moved like a spider.

"No idea. Bacchus sent him on some mission."  the male continued to run his nose across her ear and down to her shoulder; taking deep breaths as he traced her scent. It was his turn to back her up against the wall. "Okay what are you doing? Seriously, I'm right here haven't moved or changed my clothes or fed or anything in the last ten seconds to cause the wolfiness to kick in."

"Speaking of clothes." Edric took one last sniff growling; his nails ripping down the front of her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. "Please find something to wear that does not belong to Seward. You have no idea how much the simple fact you borrowed his clothes is making me want to rip his kidneys out. His scent is all over you...well not you you, but his shirt..." the hybrid planted both palms flat against the wall on either side of the female, bending his forehead to rest on her shoulder. The tension between them becoming more human by the second.

"You can't blame Seward. You were the one who loopholed things somehow claiming me. The mate factor will make you jealous, no matter what your real feelings are. Like it or not, you made your bed now you have to lie in it."  she ran her hands over his ears, down his neck and shoulders as she spoke not even realizing what she was doing, as if her brain had shut down. The magick mist rolled off him in thick tendrils, dissolving the hoodie he was wearing. 

"Shack it, come here." Edric's words were a hushed breath as he raised his face to her's. The kiss startling them both with it's frenzied heat, the feather touch of her fingertips igniting his flesh as she continued to trail them across his shoulders, the live wire of electric eels once again charged up his thighs, forcing the hybrid to physically push himself a few centimeters away. Reluctant to break contact, our heroine captured his face between her delicate pale hands, before letting them drop to his chest, tracing the smattering of hair. "You said I made my bed and have to lie in it; well, just so you know, I have no intention of that bed being cold." he stood to his full height towering over her, his own hands still on the wall blocking her in."You never answered my question. What do I get if I say yes?"

"Seriously? Are you seriously asking..." she watched as the laugh lines around his blue eyes got deeper; the smirk on his face forced him to lick his lips. "Wow." she ducked under his arm, moving from him taking the hem of the shirt and tying the ends closed. "You really want a double set of fangs around any veins in that area of your body?" our heroine started heading back up to the attic. Edric was a half step behind her, as he stopped to look again at the grandfather's bedroom. He could have sworn he'd caught movement in the corner of his eye. Shaking his head, the hybrid continued on after his sire the mood between them a few degrees warmer.

"Okay, so what's the next plan?" he asked locking the attic door behind him. Edric could not figure out why she was refusing him? He'd been as straight forward and logical about their situation as possible. It should have been more than enough reason for the female to trust him. He was starting to feel like the little mermaid, trying to win the prince's love without being able to voice the desire. "Another round of the locator spell?" letting the magick mist resurface across his torso, Edric was suddenly wearing a charcoal t-shirt.

"Honestly right now, I've got nothing." our heroine rotated her shoulders letting out an exhausted sigh, reaching for him. Flopped down on the sofa, Nosferatu forced him to join her. "I tried at lest a half dozen different kinds, the closest result was when you arrived earlier and the north candle moved. There was a time, back years ago now, The Seer was able to use his psychic abilities to link with me. It was a vamp thing. But, he's blocked me now or something. Or it doesn't work in this reality, I don't know?" once again, she started to play with his ear.

"I take it you tried?" he reached for her hand locking his fingers with hers.

"First thing I tried. I just ended up giving myself a migraine." Our heroine closed her eyes. Just as quickly opening them again she jumped up taking a step only to have Edric unintentionally stop her. He was still holding her hand. "Unless you suddenly have a cheat sheet on your palm, I need you to let go." she shook their still locked hands.

"Are you running to the bathroom?"

"No, kitchen actually. I left some spell books there."

"Are we setting up camp here?" he asked letting go of her. "Cause I could get used to this place." spreading his arms their full length, he ran his palms over the back of the sofa.

"It's very...charmed isn't it?" our heroine said smiling, making an open and close motion with her hands. Edric had to bite his lip, making a face trying not to laugh. "I'm sure Seward wouldn't mind if we crashed tonight, but beyond that we really should head back to Quentin's warehouse. There's a lot of work still to be done on that place."

"Quentin's warehouse. The place that was bought for the fact we were pack sized, which will be inconvenient for just us packless freaks. That place is never going to feel like home." Edric mumbled scratching his ear.

"Then don't go back. Go find yourself a cozy little hovel somewhere on your own." the banshee shrugged as she headed out of the attic. Edric sat there for a few long seconds in silence, listening to the sounds of the house. The sounds the pipes made as water rushed through them, the sound of the two stairs just before you get to the second floor landing that both groaned as you stepped on them, the buzzing of the electricity through the phone lines and refrigerator. The sound of Seward's heart beating as it pumped blood through his very human body.  Edric ran both hands over his face breaking the trance.

"Don't kill your friends, that would be bad." he mumbled to himself. Clearing his throat, the hybrid decided to head back outside to Seward's car, thinking he might need to get the last of the blood bags. Edric made it halfway down the stairs, when the sound of another car pulling up got his attention.  The male hurried to the kitchen where our heroine was still, touching everything as he did. "You didn't tell me that Arthur was coming back here." his words were a breath as his eyes flashed to the amber-grey of the wolf. Twitching, the hybrid cracked his neck, his nails extending on instinct. He practically slammed the female into the kitchen table as he moved standing behind her, his left arm around her waist. "Is this crap going to happen every time another wolf is around?" he asked referring to the fact he suddenly had the urge to hid the female. In fact, he was deeply considering shoving her into the basement and locking the door.

"So I've witnessed." Nosferatu replied patting his thigh. "You're the one who refused to read the warning label." she reached for a book on the middle of the table but found herself dragged a foot and a half away, as Edric backed them into the kitchen counter.

"It's okay, there's nothing to worry about." Ruthven said as they entered the house. The dark haired male stood with his hands up, a fresh cigar in one hand. "But, interesting enough for future reference, um, letting a freshly turned lycanthrope in a room with an MRI machine, or in the same wing of the building for that matter, not the most brilliant use of one's time. But it's okay, we're not getting sued, insurance covered most of the damages."

"The sound of the MRI machine hurt my new wolf ears." Arthur replied as he crossed his arms standing suddenly in the doorway.

"I wouldn't doubt it." Edric yawned. "Well, I need to sleep for like a week. I'll be in the attic." he let his hands slide up our heroine's rib cage before moving from her. Edric growled as he past Ruthven and the others heading back upstairs. 

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Comparing himself to the little mermaid, think Edric would look good as a redhead?)