Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Year 2 Mid-Season Rest of the Story 17

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 17, chapter 17

Ash just stood there, leaning against a kitchen chair. "So the werewolf that made you that little trinket, killed you but didn't turn you, and you fed off of him getting addicted to wolf blood? How is that possible?" his voice rose a notch as he squinted at her.  She shrugged taking a half step towards him. "How did you go vamp and not wolf?"

"Oh, he just broke my spine didn't bite me." she said it as if telling him the weather.  Ash turned from her shaking his head as he moved towards the door.

"Right, I'm going to get some more wood for the fire before that storm gets worse, be back in a few minutes." He crossed the yard in a slow pace letting out a deep breath, once again shaking his head; unsure what to do about her. Grabbing a half a log worth of firewood, he stopped. Sniffing, he caught the scent of another werewolf  heavy in the air. "I really hate company." he whispered to himself. He crossed back to the porch, dropping the firewood then turned to investigate the area around his cabin.  Ash found himself  looking at a set of wolf tracks near the back of the cabin. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed to himself. "Of course."

When he returned a few minutes later, he said nothing just added some of the firewood to the fireplace, dumping the rest in a basket beside it, before moving around the cabin getting a large kettle and filling it with water. When Ash finally turned to our heroine, his eyes held no clues in them. "You're welcome to the sofa. I have a feeling the storm is only going to get worse over the next few hours. Can you eat regular food?"

"Think so. Been mostly a liquid diet the last few days." our heroine said, the sound of the werewolf's blood thundered through his veins like water sloshing in a sink. She found herself standing beside him without remembering having moved.
The tall thin werewolf had a smirk on his face as he grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, turned it around and straddled it, his arm resting on the back of the chair.

"Once. Then we try the stew."

Ash tossed in his bed, the sound of howling working its way into his dreams, waking him. Sluggishly he got out of bed and crept to the window. He didn't see anything. Crossing to the door, he unbolted it and managed to sneak past the sleeping vampire making his way to the porch. It wasn't much of a surprise when he saw the large wolf in the middle of his lawn.
The onyx coloured wolf was stretched out in front of the stairs. Raising his head, he tilted it to the side his ears straight up, eyes fully on Ash. Bowing his head in disbelief, Ash descended the stairs and walked over to the creature.  "Talk to me like a man." he said crossing his arms over his chest. The wolf gave a snort shaking his head but got up from the ground and transformed.

"You need a better security system." Rolf said crossing his own arms flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Nothing around the back of your cabin to keep out intruders." he smiled, his eyes still that of the wolf.

"No intruders for decades, no company for that matter then tonight, two. Which is one too many in my book."

"Four actually." Dagan said as he sauntered over to them from the corner of the house. Reuben right behind him.

"I should have known." Ash said letting his arm slap his thigh.

"We misplaced our pain in the ass. She's about 5'7..." Dagan said holding his hand up to his waist. Reuben leaned over adjusting Dagan's elbow to the height of his chin.

"5'7." Reuben nodded as he tied his hair back in a too smooth to be human ponytail. "You were a bit low there... bit low. That would have put her...on her knees." he smiled at his buddy.  Dagan glanced at him over his shoulder and shrugged closing his eyes.

"She's short! Short is short."  He turned back to Ash, a bored look on his face his lips turned up in a snarl. "Well?"

"You said our. Is there something going on here that I need to know about?" Ash asked as he took a step forward, his eyes locked with Rolf's. 

Rolf shook his head flicking his long hair again out of his face. "We were told to escort her to the graveyard, by the Magic Ninjas. We hit some trouble, but we handled it. Now, we need to finish our job."

"So none of you are staking claim on her?" Ash asked.

Reuben laughed.  "Stake...vampire...oh come on it was funny." he turned around in a full circle on his heels.

"She's all yours." the look on Rolf's face was unreadable. "But I intend to keep my end of the bargain and that means making sure that she gets to the graveyard." he pointed to the cabin. "I keep my promises. Out here, that's all we've got."

"Suddenly I feel like a championship belt. Everyone talking about me. What's the score then, looser gets the gold?" our heroine was standing in the doorway wrapped up in a quilt.

"Time to take you to the graveyard." Rolf said.

"Great wonderful. After we figure out what the Seer is really up to and how to unfreeze the King." Dagan was beside her in a flash, staring at her. Poking his fingers into her mouth, he growled. "What are you doing?"  she tried to back away but got tangled in the quilt falling over.

"Funny, you don't look like a junkie going through withdrawls. By now, you should be curled up in a ball on the floor screaming for blood." he snorted with disgust. "Didn't take you long to sniff out another werewolf and make him your personal vending machine."

"Careful, that almost sounds like jealousy." Reuben remarked smiling bright as he sat on the porch railing, his legs swinging.

"So there is something going on here?" Ash asked now standing on the porch.

"No!" Dagan shook his head, his blue eyes squinting.(get ready for the one flashback link) "I mean, you accidentally on purpose decide to slaughter someone to speed their supernatural nature along, cause you need to know what kind of Spooky you're dealing with, and suddenly you're the bad guy." he gestured with both hands, his arms out in front of him pointing towards our heroine. "I mean, how is this my fault? She bit me! Twice! It's not my fault really that she's a bloodslut for wolf." he ran his hand through his hair fixing it. "You bit me and then you insulted me, which didn't stop you from drinking from me again did it?" he leaned over her pointing at her throat."Okay, granted your blood, it left me little dizzy..."

"Blood bonded." Reuben said jumping down, eyes wide pointing at them. "Why didn't we realize this before? All the signs were there." he laughed out loud. "Prime rule with vampires, when fledglings are made they are connected to their sire. Can I say on record that I love this." Reuben slapped Dagan on the shoulder. "Like I said before, she's your creation."

tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me.

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