Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 16

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 46, chapter 46

Victor opened the door enough to let Bryon see that he wasn't alone. "I'm just going to take care of things on my end then I'll meet you in the Inn."  Bryon nodded, a look on his face that left Victor annoyed.  Locking the door Victor turned to lean on it. "Now, where were we?" his eyes flashed yellow.


The King stood in front of his painting mumbling something so softly under his breath, none of the other werewolves could hear him. He hadn't moved in hours, his stillness unsettling. Ash and Reuben were sitting at the table going over the information again and again, with Reuben telling in as much detail as possible what he could remember of the last few months.
Rolf had gone out hunting.  Reuben also figured, he'd gone to check in with his brothers.

The sound of the King smashing his hands into the wall caused both men to move from their seats, Ash's chair scrapping the floor with a loud ear splitting echo. Over and over again, he smashed himself into the wall, his hands first turning to claws, then paws, as he transformed. Bending his back he fell to his knees, his shoulders popping, his muzzle ripping through his face. The human screams that quickly became wet gurgles then a low growling sound. In his wolf form, the King jumped on top of the  sofa sniffing it madly, then every inch of the cabin, stopping at the book shelf. He stood there for a long few seconds till he seemed to get a scent, then ran out of the cabin his nose to the ground.

"Something tells me we'd better follow him. He might end up down a well or something, given he's been in a coma for so long his instincts might not be..." Ash said hurrying down the front stairs of the porch and quickly into the woods, trying to keep up.

Reuben stood in the doorway hugging himself, his head bowed, making a noise between laughter and crying. Nodding he  spoke. "He totally realizes what he's doing, his instincts are fine." he let out a deep breath turning on his heels and ran after them.

They found themselves at the mill, a woman, spotting him, brought  a bowl of water and a plate of food, placing it on a tree stump. The red furred wolf went straight for it not bothering to check for a trap.  Ash had a look of horror on his face as he watched the King in wolf form, drink from the bowl. The King then jumped through an open window.

"Smells like roast chicken." Reuben said closing his eyes nose in the air before tying his hair up in his too smooth to be human pony tail. "I've been here before." he said pointing to the sky. He took a half step forward but thought better of it, his eyes wide as if searching his memory.

"You were here?" Ash asked pointing his left hand that had the word down tattooed on it. "When? Why?"

Reuben shrugged. "I don't remember. Just this place is familiar. The farmer's daughter is familiar."

"Miller, that's the miller's daughter. Why would she be familiar?" Ash asked starting to get twitchy.  Reuben shook his head for a moment then seemed to fall into a crouching position to sit on his heels.

"Oh god." he buried his face in his hands. "She thinks I'm him."

"The woman in there. She thinks the King is you?"

"No, she thinks I'm the King.  She knows what we are. The reason I know this place is familiar but can't remember is because I was here..."

"During your black outs, when the King was possessing you. Got it." Ash commented as he ran to the door banging on it wildly. 

Reuben continued to talk "...she is expecting me when he transforms. This is not good. Not good at all." he stood then sticking his tongue out as if he tasted something bad. "Damn it! That bastard used me for..." he spun around. " body so that he could..." he kicked at the ground sending a patch of wild flowers flying. "Come on!"

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Friday, August 30, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventues Season 2 part 15

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 45, chapter 45

The King sat on the ground in the middle of the lawn, staring up at the sky still clutching the drawing. Ash stood by the large tree, wondering what he could do to help him?  The King still hadn't spoken. He had, however, eaten two rabbits that had dared to cross the garden looking for food themselves, and one unfortunate skunk.
He smelled the scent of the other werewolf before he spotted him. Reuben bounded out of the woods, jumping up to grab a large branch from the tree swinging around it with ease, to land in a perfect shoulder roll. He stood then inches away from Ash a grin on his face.

"That little drawing you he had you do, he hasn't let go of it not for a second. Even when he hunted, just hung on to it. Do you remember anything about drawing it?" Ash asked him, scratching at his stomach.  Reuben shook his head, making a face indicating his own puzzlement.

"I don't even remember finding the paper or the pencil to draw it. I just know one minute I'm in the kitchen getting a cup of tea, the next you guys are commenting on the picture." he shrugged, his hair falling around his shoulders. 
The King got up then spotting them and crossed to where they were. He took Reuben by the shoulders, turning him to face him, and started pointing to the sky then tapped Reuben on the chest and forehead, before grabbing his left hand placing the drawing in it. He then closed both hands over Reuben's crushing the page before turning and heading back to the cabin.  "That was weird." Reuben said opening up the drawing.
There were two dark streaks smudged across the drawing. One at the throat, the other at the mouth. Reuben showed it to Ash asking him what he thought it meant?  Ash just shook his head, letting out a deep sigh.

"How long did you say that the blackouts have been happening?" Ash asked. (get ready for the one flashback link)

"Off and on now for months." Reuben answered as he stretched out his shoulders. "First time was after I had eaten a witch. I think it was a FRIDAY I thought it had something to do with the witch's powers so I didn't think anything of it at first."

"I'm trying to figure out how the King could even have known about you? You know, let alone take control of you?" Ash replied feeling helpless.  The two werewolves both turned at the same time towards the cabin door just as Rolf emerged from it. His large shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world were on them.

"Uh guys I think you need to see this." he said as he flicked his hair out of his face. The two males ran up the porch steps and into the cabin.  The King had decided to turn the main wall of the living room into a canvas, using a bottle of BBQ sauce as paint. "Another really great likeness." Rolf said shrugging.  "He seems to be focused on Nosferatu."

"Yeah, what are we going to do about it?" Ash said rubbing both tattooed hands over his face.

"Here." Reuben replied moving around them to grab the mustard then handing it the King. He nodded his thanks as he started to add the mustard to the painting. Reuben turned around to see the looks of shock on the faces of Ash and Rolf. "What?" he stood with his hands clasped in front of him. "It's a good painting."

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Friday Aug 30th am

Saw the movies  Pain and Gain, Dark Matter, Narc   last night.  Two were tv edits, one was an on demand rental.

Pain and Gain-  rented
Hated it.  It was about three body builders in the mid-90's who kidnap this guy and torture him for his money. Then when they find themselves out of money, they do it again to a couple, but end up killing them.
Based on a true story and starring the Rock. 
The trailer made it look like a really good comedy about three bumbling crooks. But, it was just a really bad movie. 

Dark Matter- tv edit
Another true story about a student who is hired to help make computer designs of a professor's theories. The pressure becomes too much for him and he has a mental breakdown.
I didn't care for this one either.  TV edits are sometimes difficult to follow if they have been chopped up too much, and I don't know if that was just the case with this, or if it just really didn't make any sense in the telling of it?
It was a really dry story, no emotion. But again, might have been the tv edit factor. This was a Meryl Streep movie, so I was really looking forward to it but...

Narc- tv edit
Now, this one I liked.
It was about two undercover cops who are looking into the death of another cop because of a drug ring.
I like cop movies/dramas in general, and usually no matter how badly it gets chopped for tv, they tend to be watchable. Jason Patric (Lost Boys) starred in this one.

till later

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 14

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 44, chapter 44

Dagan wandered into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee drawing him. He found Nosferatu completely captivated by a spell the Seer was doing. He had a pink bubble the size of a dinner plate hovering over the kitchen table, with what looked like snow inside it. Sauntering into the room, the older werewolf made a face rolling his eyes as he leaned on the table. "Having fun?" he asked.  He blinked as he turned his face away from her, sniffing. The shirt he'd lent her didn't fit as well as he thought it would, the hem much higher then he'd expected, the top two buttons unable to close. Clearing his throat he shook his head moving away completely from them and over to get himself a cup of coffee. It shouldn't have bothered him so much that she was laughing and enjoying the Seer's company, but it did.
At lest, he told himself, the bond had been loosened enough that he wasn't going into a rage at the idea of our heroine hanging around the same room as the other werewolf.  That should be a good thing. Instead, it made Dagan wonder how much of his blood it would take to rebuild the bond to the level it had been the day before.
He shook his head again, arguing with himself as he stood there his back to them.

"I saw a really beautiful rose garden in the courtyard by the greenhouse." the Seer's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Want to come with me for a walk through it?" he asked our heroine. She stopped laughing, her face becoming a cloud.

"I can't."

"Why not? What else do you have planned today? Washing your hair?" the Seer joked.

"I can't be around a rose garden. It's too dangerous."  she pulled her hands farther into the sleeves of the shirt as if shrinking from them, before leaving the room. 

"What just happened here?"

Dagan leaned on the table casually drinking his coffee. "Roses are lethal to vampires dumbass."  He felt proud of himself then for remembering that from her notebook. Dagan suddenly got the idea to do some more research.

The Seer let out a breath as he grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table. "I could end this for us right now, and tell you who she chooses. Or..." he tossed the apple in the air that charmingly slick smirk of his on his pale lips. "We can just blindly continue to try to one up each other where the bitch is concerned. Or is that bat?" he bit into the apple chewing noisily. Dagan looked at him over the edge of his coffee cup.

"You've seen it?" he brought his right hand up to his ear scratching mindlessly. "You had a vision of who claims her as theirs? Why should I believe you?"

"Because, it's her that claims the mate. Or is that too sophisticated for your rules?" he took another bite of the apple still smiling. "I'll tell you this much, it shocked me when I saw it. But, there is always time to change her mind. Not everything is set in stone." he turned heading outside to the garden.

Victor was half way up the stairs, his face covered in sweat and dirt, before he acknowledged our heroine standing at the top of them.  He'd known she had been standing there, waiting for the last ten minutes, but decided to bide his time. She was playing into his scheme better then he'd hoped, why not have some more fun while he had the change. By morning there wouldn't be anything left of her. Leaning in the threshold of the door, he smiled at her, the scents of the kitchen still clinging to her skin, her hair. This was almost too easy, he thought to himself, almost too much to hope for. Not only was he about to get what he'd been working the last few years towards, but he was going to embarrass his nephew in the process.
He leaned in kissing her, feeling her pulse race and her breath catch as he did. He smiled again as he thought about all the damage something as simple as a kiss could create. "You look like something is on your mind." his voice was seductive as he whispered, his left hand on her hip.

"Nothing at all." she seemed to glow as she looked at him. Victor said nothing else as he gestured to the hallway.

Bryon reached over brushing her hair out of her face, gently placing a small flower behind her ear. He laughed as she pretended to blush at the gesture, pretending to be shocked by his forwardness. Licking his lips, Bryon touched the girl's neck lightly, as he stood up walking behind the bench, behind her. Her neck snapped easily, as she slumped forward, Bryon catching her just as she hit the bench. Taking the flower from her hair he sniffed deeply, popping into his mouth.

A knock at the bedroom door grabbed Victor's attention. Opening it, he relaxed seeing Bryon standing there, chewing on what looked like a large daffodil.  "It's done." the shorter man said.


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The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 13

The Nosferatu Adventures 
page 43, chapter 43

Rolf sat on the porch, a mug in hand. "What do you think of all this?" his voice was low and gravely. He didn't have to look to know that Reuben was standing by the edge of the cabin.  The other werewolf said nothing as he sat down beside his buddy, his hair in his face. He took the mug from Rolf sniffing it. "It's mead."

"What's wrong with good old fashioned beer?" Reuben said drinking. He made a face handing the mug back. "That's terrible. Why are you drinking it?" he shivered as he fixed his hair into a pony tail.

"No beer, no wine, no whiskey. Ash had made the mead for the harvest festival. There's like four bottles of it. And right now, I really just want to get drunk." the larger male said as he stared at a tiny moth fluttering around them.
Reuben sniffed again, closing his eyes as the warmth of the alcohol made it's way through his body, invading his brain. He was instantly relaxed and decided to flop back on the porch.

"I am trying not to think about all this. I'm numb to it. I just hope Dagan is okay. And Nosferatu. And Harker. And I suppose the Seer too." he reached his hand out gesturing for the mug again. "So does this mean he has to become part of our lives?" he asked taking another large gulp of the drink before handing the mug back. Rolf grabbed the bottle beside him and poured another full mug.

"That's up to you. Just because he's your bloodline now, doesn't mean you're responsible for him. Look at Ash and Dagan. Up till now, they rarely saw each other." Rolf replied. He threw his buddy a look as he laughed. Reuben was already drunk, as he lay on the porch singing old songs from the 1970's, moving his hands over his stomach like he was playing drums. The larger male got up from his seat and headed to the bonfire that was burning in the fire pit. "I'm getting something to eat."

Ash was sitting in the living room on the sofa staring at the drawing of Nosferatu, still trying to figure out how and why the King had possessed Reuben to begin with?   Rolf had been right about the two werewolves looking alike. Both men had the same build, same style of beard, same long dark hair. But that really didn't answer any of the questions Ash had. Letting out a deep sigh, he put the drawing down on the sofa as he got up, pacing around the small cabin.
He wished he'd known what was going on with the King all this time, he would have gone back to the Fort to help him years ago if he'd known. Ash had just figured, like himself, the King had chosen to live outside of the local werewolf community. He slammed his hand down hard on the counter top repeatedly, causing his knuckles to bleed. The wounds healed almost as quickly as he did it, over and over and over again until he felt a hand grab his wrist stopping him.

The King stood there smiling at him then hugged him. Ash was unable to keep his emotions to himself any longer. This had been his best friend over thirty years ago. The man who married him and his wife, who had trusted him.
"You're alive. After all this time, you're alive." he patted him on the shoulder holding him at arm's length. The King said nothing just looked around them at the cabin, then pulled the nearest chair out sitting down. Placing both hands flat on the table top he pressed his face to the table closing his eyes.
Sniffing, he stood back up shuffling his way around the living room examining everything like a little kid does when they enter a place for the first time. Spotting the drawing he smiled again saying something as he picked it up pointing to it. His voice was so weak it was barely a whisper causing even the werewolf to strain his ears to hear. The King then pointed to himself nodding then pointed to the drawing again. He mouthed a sentence, that to Ash seemed almost like he was asking for something, but he just couldn't make out what it was. Rolling the drawing up into a cylinder the King clutched it tightly to his chest. 
Ash went to the porch and told the others that he was awake. Rolf looked up from his seat by the fire, flicking his hair out of his eyes. Reuben on the other hand was still half out of it flopped out on the porch like a stoned teenager.

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 12

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 42, chapter 42

The creature stood over her, like double vision. Caramel but a second one red. It was like seeing a hologram or trying to watch a 3D movie without the glasses. The caramel wolf had his head bowed  towards her while the red one was standing extremely still. Both versions were disrupted as another face pressed towards her. The one with the yellow glowing eyes that had stolen her in the pitch darkness of the crypt.
Our heroine woke to the feel of something over her mouth as she tried to scream, panic taking control of her.

"Ssshh! It's just me. It's just me."  Dagan said one hand over her mouth, the other holding onto her wrists. "Calm down. Tell me what you saw okay. You were freaking out in your sleep, started to scream. Calm down." He let go moving closer to her, still in the bed. The sun was streaming in through the window, informing her that it had to be well past morning. "You are going to wake the whole castle if you don't shut up."

Our heroine covered her hands over her face as she took a deep breath feeling foolish. There was a knock as the door opened, revealing the Seer.

"Everything okay, I heard screaming of the panic kind."

"Told you, you have to learn to control that voice of yours. She's fine. Daymares." Dagan replied. "See hands to myself." he continued putting his hands in the air. "Not one drop of blood promise. All body parts are just where they are suppose to be." The Seer closed the bedroom door, but didn't leave. "You ever heard the term three's a crowd? Huh?" Dagan snarled at him but he still didn't move.

"I saw the thing-creature that grabbed me. Just a dream really." she answered, her hands still over her eyes. The Seer cleared his throat looking at the ceiling. "I know that sound, that sound means you had a vision."

"A vision? What? Me, what on earth gives you that idea...okay yeah. You caught me, I had a vision of you well..." he cleared his throat again taking a large step towards the bed, his left hand at his chest palm flat, his right scratching at the back of his skull. "...shall we say, in a bad...bad situation. And there might have been a large bat like creature." he let out a sound as he suddenly found the invisible buttons on his t-shirt interesting.

Dagan blushed as he caught the meaning of the Seer's words, his dimples showing. "You're going to be alright you're going to be fine. Don't listen to him we both know he's full of it." Dagan whispered nudging her ear with his nose.  She shoved him away as she got out of bed.

"We had a deal. That involved pants!" her voice took on a tone that was somewhere between mock horror and embarrassment as she pulled her own robe tighter around her, crossing the room to the bathroom closing the door.  Dagan sat up the blanket puddling around his hips.

"I thought it was just a vague suggestion." he snickered."Seriously, you need to get over your shyness we're werewolves. We hunt naked."  he said getting out of bed, the magic mist already leaving a pair of black pants in it's wake. "Don't look at me like that, with your pornographic visions you're just as guilty." The bathroom door opened again as our heroine walked back out. (get ready for the one flashback link)

"Speaking of clothes, where would I be able to find some? Don't suppose you have Bergdorf's on speed dial?"

"You should be able to create them like Rolf taught you. Have you even bothered to try?" Dagan answered. "I mean you've had enough wolf blood in your system that it should be second nature." he snapped his fingers.  The Seer nodded telling her, he was able to magically create them after his first transformation without even thinking about it. Our heroine let out a deep sigh staring at the floor.
The two males stood there waiting to see what she was going to create, but nothing happened.

"It's not working." she complained letting her hands slap against her thighs. Dagan held out his hand towards her, waggling his fingers.

"You're trying too hard. Just relax."  They watched her again for another few moments as she stood there staring at the floor before she ended up breaking out laughing.

"It's not working I'm deficient."

Dagan licked his lips moving a few steps towards her taking her hands. "Seriously, you're over thinking it. You need to imagine yourself dressed, and feel the current of energy wash over you. Simple." he nodded at her his blue eyes shinning.  Tilting his head to the side he raised his eyebrows, a small wrinkle forming on his smooth forehead.

"Maybe I need more wolf blood." she said raising on her tiptoes then back down flat. The look that crossed Dagan's face was pure amusement as he shook his head slowly.

"Um...yeah when was the last time you fed?" the Seer asked suddenly, biting his thumb. Our heroine was taken aback with the question.

"When this one came barging in here yesterday like some lunatic eyes all wolfed out with a jealous rage. With the amount of his blood that got shoved down my throat, I should be good for days."

"Except for the fact that you lost nearly all your blood after he tore your heart out. You should actually be so beyond starved. Not just needing a wolf jolt but starved."  the Seer pointed out to them as he moved his hands in circles.  Dagan chewed on his lower lip, his one leg twitching as he thought about the whole thing. Mumbling something incoherent he crossed to the small chest that was under the window grabbing something out of it then tossing it at our heroine.

"Here. Should fit from before I was bitten."  he commented running out of the room and down the hall to look for Victor.

Our heroine held the shirt up sighing as it only came to the middle of her thigh. " I'm so not built for mini-dresses."

Following the scent, Dagan found his uncle in the basement. He hated going there, hated the smell of the damp musky cells, of the sterilizing liquids. He hesitated as he reached the last stair. "What exactly did you have to do to save her?" his voice reverberated off the stone walls.  The other male looked up at him from the desk he had near the back of the room, no expression at all on his extremely pale features.

"I had to put the heart back into her body reattach it and sew her up. Quickly, which I might add was a task in itself given the wound kept wanting to close. Vampire biology is a tricky thing."

"Vampire biology." Dagan said as he crossed to the desk slowly, touching everything along the way, his gaze roaming over the tubes and wires.  He spotted a table with a sheet over it, and what he knew was another body under the sheet. His nose was burning from the smell of corpse. "Vampires need a lot of blood. Fresh blood. So what did you do about that part?"

"Ah, you're asking if I had to transfuse her blood? The answer is yes. Between myself, Bryon and a few very generous servants...she came through just fine."  he smiled up at his nephew, sitting back in the chair a look of smugness on his face.  Turning Dagan snarled.

"We're leaving. All four of us." he said mounting the stairs.

"I wouldn't advise it. There is another storm about to hit." Victor answered.  Dagan stopped on the middle of the stairs his back still to the room eyes closed. He knew there was another storm coming, he could smell it in the air, feel the shift of the air itself, hear the electrical current in the atmosphere.

"There's always another storm coming. Isn't that why you picked this place?" he continued up the stairs hurrying back to the bedrooms. He didn't bother to knock on his brother's door, just walked in. Closing the door behind him, Dagan punched the wall. "Damn it!" he spun around swearing as his eyes turned to that of the wolf. "I knew she wasn't right." he said sitting down on his heels his palm now pressed against his forehead.

"What are you talking about?" Harker asked as he came out of the small bathroom still wet from a shower.

"Her scent was different. He did something to her. I know it. Replaced her blood."

"Um yeah wouldn't Victor have had to? She had been bleeding a lot. The servants are still cleaning up the hall." Harker gestured to the door as if that was all he needed to do.  "We should leave while there is daylight. You know what today is right?"  Dagan nodded then stood back up, running  his hand through his hair. "I really don't want to be here for his little celebration."  Harker continued as he began to get dressed. Dagan turned his eyes to stare at his younger brother, who was by now starting to look as old as him given werewolves aging slowed to almost a stand still. He'd only look about 40 when he turned 200, not a bad deal when you thought about it. Harker stopped buttoning up his shirt to stare at his brother, his mouth open. "Okay now what?"

Dagan shook his head mumbling, licking the corner of his mouth. "Maybe we should stay? Just one more night." he said moving around the room, his mind racing.

"Bad idea." Harker answered pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me what you're scared of?"

Dagan laughed. "I'm not scared of anything."

"Oh yes you are. You've got that look on your face." the younger man said touching his brother's shoulder. "Your eyes are all squinted up, that ridge across your forehead, mouth catching flies. That's your the world is so complex look. Which you only get when you're sacred of something."   Dagan rotated his shoulders standing straight a grunt escaping his throat.

"Alright alright alright." he bowed his head eyes closed hands up in the air in a surrender motion. "What if by giving her the blood transfusion Victor has..." he slouched towards his brother again bringing one hand out in front of him making tiny circles with his wrist. "...shall we say lessened the sire bond between myself and that overgrown mosquito in the other room?" 

"Isn't that what you want? To be freed of her?" Harker asked, a slick smirk on his face.  Dagan scratched his jaw his lips in a thin line.

He moved his hand then in a bouncing motion. "She's got her uses I'm sure. Besides if the sire bond is ruptured between us, then that opens the door for that slutty eyeball to try his dark mojo on her. And if he manages to weave one of his little spells around her, then she becomes useful to him."

"In other words you're jealous."  Harker threw his head back laughing out loud, clapping his hands together. "That's priceless."

"Dude, I'm not...I'm not jealous. Not in the slightest." he bowed his head again. "It's a werewolf thing you wouldn't understand."

"You mean if he has a mate he has a better chance of taking your Alpha position from you." he said matter of factly.

"Okay you do understand."

"I was outside with him last night while he did a ritual. I know he's up to something in regards to our little fanged female. And I don't see how staying here another night is going to do any of us any good?" the dark haired man swallowed as he found his boots.

"What do you think Victor's reasons were; are for seducing her? I mean, it's not because he thinks she's cute or anything,  think it's to screw us over ?" the older male said gesturing between himself and his brother. "But you know he's up to something."

"Have you ever known him not to be up to something? Wife number two was for the money. You know, if you're so worried about loosing your connections, then there is a way to solve the problem." Harker laughed again his blue eyes full of mischief.

"Oh no, no no! Don't even suggest something like that."

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Just saw the documentary Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's .  I heard about this few months back and was really excited about it.  Specially when I saw that one of my soap opera heroes Susan Lucci was in it.  So when I saw it available today On Demand, I had to rent it.

I was disappointed.  I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but this just left me little sad.  And the great Susan Lucci only had like three minutes of air time. Really disappointing.

There are better fashion /style documentaries out there.

till later.

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 11

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 41, chapter 41

The three wolves waited just outside of the fence, the sound of someone pacing beside the small opening echoing in their ears.  The onyx wolf raised his head sniffing the air, sneezing.  Someone was close to the opening in the fence, the scent of rum heavy.  They didn't have a lot of time, the three wolves needed to get into the Fort and back out while it was still dark. Shaking his head, the large onyx wolf squeezed through the small opening in the fence, the others right behind him.
They managed to find their way to the King's chambers, Ash now leading the way. It had been over thirty years since he'd last been there, but he remembered every inch of the Fort. Once they got inside the main building, the three wolves transformed.
They only had to dismantle two guards once they were inside. Rolf broke the door down to the King's chambers with ease.  Reuben didn't particularly want to enter the room, and sat on the floor his back against the wall, his eyes closed his hands hanging over his knees as he waited for the others to do what they had come there to do.

Ash moved quickly across the room to the glass coffin. He found the side lock, now that the Seer's glamour spells were wearing thin without him being there to reinforce them; slamming his fist across it. The thin metal clamoured to the floor as the tattooed man lifted the lid.
He got a mouthful of the smoke that was the residue from the freezing spell, causing him to cough for a few minutes. Rolf stood on the other side of the coffin his hands in fists breathing heavy and slow as to not start coughing himself. Once the smoke had cleared out of the coffin, and was hovering around their chests, the two werewolves peered into the depths of it.

The King lay there, still dressed in the same outfit he'd been wearing when our heroine had seen him nearly a week before. He should have been half starved without the Seer there to feed him, but his skin was it's natural colour, his hair clean and kept in dark waves that fell to his shoulders. Nodding to Ash, Rolf leaned in grabbing the still unconscious man by the shoulders while Ash grabbed him by the legs.  They placed him gently on the floor, and waited.

It had been over thirty years since Ash had laid eyes on the King, and had to swallow hard the emotions that shocked him as they sat in his throat.

"How we going to get him out of here?" Ash asked.

"Same way we got Nosferatu out when she was a dead body." he replied picking the still unconscious male up. "Big shoulders."  He gestured towards Reuben. "They sort of look a like don't they?"


"What did you do to my brother?" Harker asked as he sat on the bed, waiting for our heroine to emerge from the shower. She pulled the towel tighter around herself letting out a deep sigh.

"What is it with the lack of privacy around here. And I didn't do a thing to Dagan, he went all slasher film on me remember."  Harker handed her a robe.

"You must have done something to him cause I left him in the library sitting between a stack of shelves, on the floor with two bottles of scotch."

"We argued. Which is our communication of choice. Seriously, that's about it. There is nothing I could possibly do to your brother, I'm not strong enough." she said putting the robe on sitting down beside him.  The dark haired man let out a small sound as he shook his head looking at her over his shoulder.

"For as strong physically that my brother is, he's just as emotional. Always was. Family is everything to him. The two of us living here..." he raised his hand not looking at anything but the floor. "...we didn't have any real friends just each other. Then that night when he...when he became a werewolf..." his voice cracked with the regret of having left him alone.  Our heroine made a small sound as she leaned on Harker's shoulder resting her hand on his elbow. "Loyalty is everything." he got up then and left the room.

There was a light creek as the door opened awhile later, the soft sound of magic mist signaling a werewolf. Our heroine grabbed the edge of the blanket pulling it up over her face as she felt the other side of the bed move.

"I'm really tired of sleeping on floors and the ground." Dagan mumbled. "Can't remember the last time I slept in a bed."

"I'll find another room." our heroine said flinging the blanket away from her getting up. She crashed into the tall male as he pulled her back down on the bed with one very strong pale hand.

"Not going to rip any more of your vital organs out, I'm too tired." he mumbled into the pillow. "We can finish killing each other again after the sun comes up. Besides, to find another room, you'd have to check all the rooms to see which was empty." he raised his head from the pillow enough to glare at her in the dark. "Who knows what or who you'd walk in on?"

"You just better be wearing pants buddy."

Dagan made a sound of pure exhaustion as he grabbed the blanket tossing it over his hips "Alright alright alright."  his voice drifted to a hush and he was soon snoring.


Rolf carefully placed the King on the bed in the cabin, running his hands through his hair completely out of breath. "For a guy who's been in a coma for thirty years, he's heavier then he looks." he moved his left arm, trying to get the kinks out of his shoulder. "This is becoming a really crowded house."

Ash let out a sigh, his cheeks puffing out as he did, as he himself helped Reuben to the sofa. Ever since they had left the Fort, Reuben had been silent and seemed to be spaced out. At one point, he'd even stopped walking. Just stopped and sat down in the middle of the road forcing Ash to grab him by the shoulders and help him get to his feet, one arm over his neck to support him. "Yeah, I have no idea what to do about that." he shrugged. "This place was never designed for more then two people." he moved then to the front door indicating that he was going to chop some more firewood for the outside stove.

Rolf didn't question him on his comment, he knew about Ash's wife. It had been the reason Ash had chosen to live a human existence for all those years. He also knew that it had been the grief of her death that caused Ash's breakdown all those years before, causing him to loose control of his animal side. That was the night he'd attacked Dagan turning him into a werewolf.

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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 10

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 40, chapter 40

Rolf filled both Ash and Reuben in on the vision he'd had, as they sat in the warmth of the cabin, another storm blowing outside.

"So where are they? Any clue as to what happened to them?" Reuben asked flicking the pencil he was holding in his left hand, as he stood up from the kitchen table, stretching before heading towards the fireplace. "Got any charcoal?"  

"No clue man." Rolf answered, as he got himself a cup of coffee. The large male leaned in over the kitchen table, looking at the drawing his buddy was working on. "That's a really great drawing of Nosferatu."  he commented pointing his coffee cup at the sheet of paper. Reuben stood staring at the larger man. "Since when you left handed?"

"I'm not, I'm right...handed...I can't draw." he replied still holding the pencil in his left hand, still twirling it.

"The King was left handed, and he drew all the time. Painted too." Ash said as he  reached across the table, grabbing the page. "Let me see that." Ash examined the drawing for a few long seconds pointing to a small mark in the corner. "And this is how he would sign it. Looks like a squiggle, but it's his initials."  The older wolf looked over at Reuben his mouth open. "I think we might have to make a trip to the Fort."


Bryon lifted the arm of our heroine letting it flop back down on the table. "Shame." he said chewing a piece of mint leaf. "She could have been fun."

Victor smiled, nodding. "Oh yeah." he raised an eyebrow. "She was." He rotated his shoulders cracking his neck the same way Dagan does, and told Bryon to implant the electrodes into the pressure points of our heroine's feet and hands. "Okay, let's wake her up."  he adjusted the small machine he'd created, sending a bolt of electricity through the rods and into the needles.  He counted to three then turned it off, waiting.  He checked her eyes, but didn't see any thing to indicate success. Victor cranked it again, sending another bolt through her, again counting to three before turning it off. This time, when he checked her eyes they had turned pure white of the banshee. He gave a small grin, as he waited. He nodded to Bryon and said one more time.

The scream that ripped from our heroine caused both men to cover their ears falling to the floor.  She sat up slowly, nearly rolling off the table. "I'm going to ..." her words were cut as she vomited over the edge of the table. "My chest hurts." our heroine rolled back onto the table, on her back both hands at her chest. "oh my god! What did you do to me?" she felt the scar that ran across her chest.

"You were dead. My nephew killed you."

"That's nothing new." she commented. "Oh hey, scars fading. Gotta love that vampire healing power." she started reaching for the needles trying to remove them. "Little help here. Need to get up and return the favour to that over grown furball." Bryon helped our heroine hanging onto her elbow as she got up from the table."Um...clothes would be nice." she commented grabbing the sheet they had wrapped her in. She tugged it around her, tucking the top corner in under the arms.  Bryon smiled at her, still chewing on the mint leaf.

"Thought you might end up waking up zombied. I like zombies." he said grinning as he guided her to the stairs, still holding onto her as she started to climb them. "I got ya." he whispered, as our heroine found herself tangled up in the sheet falling sideways.

"I was never that graceful before all this death. Even worse now."

"I still got ya."

Dagan was passed out on the floor in front of his bedroom, his feet straight up against the wall, his arms out over his head like he'd fallen. Our heroine kicked him in the ribs hard, waking him up.
Turning his eyes up to glare at her, he snarled snapping his teeth. "See, I knew you weren't dead-dead yet." he mumbled as he rolled over getting to a kneeling position. "Everyone was like in a panic cause you were bleeding a tiny bit and had a few scratches. Nothing serious." he stood to his full height stretching, his eyes wide.

Dagan shocked her as he grabbed her, pulling her in for a hug.

Our heroine slapped him, then shoved him. "What's your obsession with killing me?" she asked as he crushed her  not letting go of  the hug.

"What's your obsession with dying on me?" his voice took on an innocent tone. "And you just don't seem to want to stay dead. You are like some sort of bird what are those birds that burst into flames and still live? The ones that are like reborn constantly?" he asked letting go of the hug finally; waving his arms out at his sides like wings. "I mean, I ripped your heart out and still..." he pointed to her chest where the wound had been. "...still you keep on coming back for more. You just don't go away."  She gathered up the end of the sheet she was wrapped up in, and moved from him going into the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"Going away." she answered not bothering to look at him. "I need clothes." she said turning around. "Owe." our heroine brought her hand up to her nose. She had smacked into the tall male, hitting her nose on his shoulder. "I don't like you." the words were a rush of breath, barely a whisper.

"That's a lie." he leaned on the door frame, biting his lower lip. A grunt escaped his throat as he towered over her, his eyes half closed. "Are you going to tell me why you did what you did back there few hours ago?" he took a step into the room closing the door leaning on it his arms crossed over his chest.

She shrugged. "Seemed like a really good idea at the time." she followed suit, crossing her arms staring back at him, tired of his ego.

"But why Victor?"

"There's just something about him." her features softened as she thought about the other man, remembered his kiss, the strange way she had found herself completely compelled to follow him into the room. Unable to resist his voice.

Tilting his body so that he was leaning over her, still with his arms crossed over his chest Dagan whispered in her ear. "I look just like my uncle." he sniffed her hair, moving his nose down her neck to the hollow at her throat, catching something new in her scent. "Only he weighs about five pounds more then me and is as pale as snow."

"So he's you, only better." she said, her tongue darting out over his cheek, startling him. Turning back towards the interior of the room, our heroine headed for the bathroom running a shower.

"I'm not done talking to you." he said following her to the bathroom door.

"I'm done listening. I'm done with your ego, I'm done with your freaky mood swings, with your alpha wolf insecurities, and I'm done with your..." she gestured towards him as he stood there shoulders hunched neck slightly extended, his mouth drawn up in a snarl. "...dude, we're not even friends." her voice fell to a whisper.
He shrugged closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they were the amber-grey of the werewolf as he nodded backing away from the bathroom door slowly, every step laced with what seemed like physical pain. He made a sound that was neither human or completely animalistic, as he ran his hand through his hair fixing it.

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Monday, August 26, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 9

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 39, chapter 39

Harker wandered into the court yard beyond the castle, the shock still gripping him. Letting out a deep breath, he did his best not to vomit. The rain still crashing down around him, as he managed to make his way to the greenhouse.
The Seer was already there standing in the middle of a circle, a small pot from the kitchen in front of him on a small bonfire.

"So this is the vision you saw earlier."  it was a statement not a question as Harker slumped onto a bench. The Seer made a sound in agreement as he began picking leaves and flowers from the potted plants in the greenhouse.

"I told you he was going to loose control. I just didn't see who was going to cause it." he looked at him with that smirk of his, his blue eyes shinning. "To be honest, and I'm not being egotistical here, I really thought it was going to be me." his voice rose a notch on the last word. "I really thought the reason he was going to loose control was because she picked me." he shrugged as he continued to crush the leaves between his palms, dropping them into the pot."For the first time in my life, in my existence..." the Seer stretched his chin out pointing to his chest. "...I haven't been able to seduce someone. Can you believe that? Me, being turned down. And it bothers me. For the first time ever, it bothers me that my seductions went wrong. I know I'm not loosing my touch. But that bond they have..." he shook his head as he added a blue liquid from a small bottle he had with him. "That runs deeper then any vampire sire bond I've ever seen before. I can't seem to get past that wall."

"This had nothing to do with the sire bond. This had everything to do with our uncle Victor." Harker whispered.

"Well I know that now." he said rubbing his hands together blowing on them. Clearing his throat, he made a motion for Harker to take a few steps back, away from the circle. "Excuse me, this could get messy." he squinted up his eyes grabbing Harker's hand. "Perfect." he ran both hands over Harker's, getting some of the not quite dried blood off of them, then grabbed the nearest basil plant, picking a leaf crushing it between his hands to absorb the blood before tossing it into the pot.
He stood then with his eyes closed for a few minutes chanting under his breath, his hands hovering over the steam that was rising from the boiling pot. Making the form of a pentagram over the top of it, he grabbed a small mug, dipping it into the pot and drank from it.  "This is the part that could get messy. Do you have a weak stomach?"  Harker shook his head. "Okay then, but just in case you do end up vomiting, try to do so away from the magic circle."  he nodded sitting down on the ground in the middle of the circle, and closed his eyes again.
It didn't take long before the doors of the greenhouse blew open with the wind and rain, leaves blowing everywhere, a strange combination of what smelled like roses and peppermint hung heavy in the air making it hard to breath.

The flesh on the Seer's hands and arms seemed to bubble as something moved through his body. He sat perfectly still while his veins glowed a strange blue then orange as the ripple hit his shoulders, and was visible at his throat. Opening his eyes, he started to gag, the thing forcing it's way out of his mouth. Leaning over on his hands and knees, the Seer spat out the thing in a black inky puddle.
Moving to the rim of the magic circle, he waited for the mass to take form, building itself up in a shadowy silhouette of a woman.

"Why have you called me?" the voice was all around them echoing off of the walls of the greenhouse.

"Grandmother, I wish for the knowledge to unbind two souls entwined."

"Are you asking for the power to break apart husband and wife?"

"Yes." he responded without hesitation.

"You are half sidhe. You should have no need to ask for help on such a short matter."

"My powers don't seem to work on them."

"Are you asking because they have come to you for help or because you want one of them yourself?" The Seer looked down at the ground, his lips in a perfect 'o' as he thought about his answer. "Answer me, my time is running short as is my patience."

"Uh...Yes, I am asking because I..." he cleared his throat hoping he could convincingly tell her what she needed to know, without her seeing through the lie. "...because I harbour secret desires for the wife. In fact, it was her blood that I used to call you."  

They watched the silhouette flicker as steam started to rise from it. It seemed to sway in the circle towards the Seer, as if getting closer to examine him. "And just how did you come to have her blood? Did she offer it for hopes you'd give her something in return?"   The Seer shook his head, still staring at the floor.

"She took my blood for something before, and this was in return."  he filled his mind with the memory of her having bit him days before in his chambers at the Fort.

The figure went silent then seemed to sway backwards. "I'm sorry. What you ask is not within my power, and in turn not within yours. Find yourself another mate, one better suited." and with that, she melted into the floor, the inky puddle evaporating.

"What are you really up to?" Harker asked as he leaned forward on the bench. "Secret desires?"

"That's none of your business actually." he blushed for what seemed the first time since Harker had known him.

"That was your grandmother?" Harker asked, pointing, then hugged himself as the wind and rain still blew through the open doors of the greenhouse. The Seer began picking up his things from the floor, dumping the contents of the pot into the ground outside as they began walking back towards the castle.

"My human grandmother was a witch, as was my father. My mother the sidhe. She died. I was raised by my human grandmother." he scratched the back of his head. "My human side is why I've got the gifts of the seers, and why Reuben was able to turn me into a werewolf after he bit me." he had turned slightly, his eyes closed hand now slapping against his thigh letting out a small grunt."And why after getting rid of my soul, I feel like I still have one. I got rid of it because the sidhe side, the seductions and the draining of life, it starts to weigh on you when you're not totally sidhe. When you're half human. If I were just sidhe, I wouldn't have had a soul to begin with. None of it would have bothered me, and..." he pointed at Harker smiling so that his blue eyes crinkled. "...I would have just healed when Reuben tore my shoulder open. I wouldn't have turned into this! This pesky werewolf side, is worse then having a soul. This sense of honor and loyalty."

"Continue, I know you're leaving something out." Harker replied as they entered the castle through the kitchen.

"My grandmother is the one who came up with the spell to keep the King frozen."

"Huh." the younger man continued out of the kitchen and went to find a lit fireplace to dry off.

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 8

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 38, chapter 38

Dagan turned around taking a few steps towards the wall, his left hand above his head palm flat then formed a fist, turning then to the right. He shook his head in disbelief his lips in a thin line of anger. "Nope. No. No!" 

The Seer took a few steps back from the doorway of the room, a hand over his eyes as he sucked in a breath. This was not going to go well.

Our heroine exited the bedroom, adjusting her clothes. "Damned wolf ears. Even in a place this size no privacy." she tried to move past them, but Dagan was beside her. Grabbing her by the arm he spun her around to face him.

"What is it with you and the men in this family? First my brother now Victor?" he screamed at her. "I could understand you shacking up with that thing over there." he pointed to the Seer. "Given he's a seduction demon. I get that. But him?" he pointed then to the bedroom where Victor was standing zipping up his pants. "Let me guess, he gave you some sob story about how our aunt died at the lake one night. How lonely he's been all these years, and how difficult it was raising us all alone after our parents died. Well guess what, he's had three wives already. Lonely widower makes for great panty remover." he let go of her arm moving away from her another few steps. Turning back towards her, he pushed her against the wall, slamming both hands into the stone on either side of her face.
By this point, the servants had started to open their doors wondering what was going on. Dagan growled, foam-saliva dripping from his mouth, his eyes filled with more then anger. "Everything he touches turns to rot! He's the reason all three of his wives are dead! All he can do is destroy. You think you mean something to him?" he punched the stone wall again screaming a very human scream of frustration. "He's not like us." he pointed first to himself then to the Seer then to our heroine. "He doesn't kill for food or survival, he kills for fun. It's fun to him. All his little experiments. You know why my aunt died, she killed herself when she found out what he was up to in that basement of his. Oh yeah." he turned his face to the side, eyes wide, hair falling across his forehead. "You want to experiment on her, on us? Is that it?" Dagan said suddenly facing his uncle. "Okay I'll give you something to experiment with."

The last thing Nosferatu saw was the strange lump in Dagan's hand as he pulled his arm away from her body, then the look of what could only be disappointment and betrayal in his very human blue eyes. She slumped down the wall landing at his feet, wondering why?

He carefully placed the heart into Harker's hand, as his brother seemed to appear out of nowhere beside him. The werewolf licked her blood off of his fingers, his hand, his wrist as he took a step back. Turning an ashen colour, he looked first at the Seer; seeing the shock in his eyes, then the horror on his brother's face.

"I think I really broke her this time."  He took a step back hitting the wall himself, sliding down it. "I think...I...I think...get that away from me!" he kicked at the air dragging himself another ten feet from the still warm heart that his brother was holding. The Seer had left the hallway as well, the scent of blood too tempting for his new werewolf side. Dagan stared at the lump of flesh that was her heart, at the blood that was dripping onto the floor.  He brought his hand still stained with her blood to his throat, his chest as if searching for something. "She's not dead...not dead yet."

"What do you mean she's not dead yet? I'm standing here holding her heart. Which should be in her body, but it's not because you ripped it out of her chest with your bare hand! How could she not be dead?" Harker screamed, trying to hold back the panic, starting to tremble with the effort.

"The sire bond hasn't gone. I don't feel any lighter. I still feel glued to her."

Victor screamed for Bryon as he moved to pick up our heroine.  Bryon came running down the hall, dressed only in a robe, quickly assessing the situation. He nodded gently taking the blood soaked heart from Harker and headed towards the basement behind Victor.

"Why?" Harker was kneeling in front of his brother now, his hands gripping Dagan's shirt, the smell of the blood forcing the werewolf to close his eyes. "Just tell me what possessed you to wolf out like that?"

"I didn't wolf out. I didn't. I swear to you I didn't wolf out." he tried turning his face away from his younger brother, the blood still slick on Harker's hands. But Harker grabbed Dagan on either side of his face, forcing Dagan to look at him.

"You did this as a human?" he left go of his older brother and stood up, backing away from him as far as he could. Shaking his head he raised his hand pointing at him."You stay the hell away from me. All this time, you've been lecturing about how evil our uncle is, but at lest he's a doctor. His experiments are because of something. You on the other hand..." Harker turned leaving the castle.


Rolf was stretched out on the sofa, snoring, when something touched his face. He batted at what he thought was a spider still half asleep. Then a second time as a chill ran over him waking him fully. Opening his eyes, he tried to focus. The large man sat up slowly looking around the dark room, not sure he believed his own eyes.  "You're back?"

"Not really." our heroine replied, a seductive smile on her extremely pale lips. Rolf  ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. There was blood on his hand, on his face and hair from where our heroine had touched him. "Oh my god, you're..." he reached his hand out towards her chest, to the large blood soaked wound. "Wha..what hap...happened?" his face contorted with worry.

"Dagan has my heart."

"So Ripper found you?" he asked tilting his head staring at the wound. "Are you a ghost?"

She shook her head letting out a sigh. "No, not Ripper. Dagan. Dagan  did this." she pointed to her chest. "Gives new meaning to the term straight to the heart of the matter."

"I don't understand?"

"You will." she patted his hand, leaving more blood smears as she did. "Look sweetie, I don't have much time, I can feel something pulling me one way and something else pulling me another way and I have to answer one or the other. If you want to believe this is a dream, then believe this is a dream but..." she closed her eyes then opened them again, showing them to be the pure white of the banshee. "he did this, Dagan, not Ripper, because he thinks I betrayed him. It's the sire bond." she stopped talking, tilting her head to the side as if listening to someone. "It can't be broken."

Rolf sighed his eyebrows knitted together in disapproval. "Did you break your promise and turn his brother into a vampire?"

"No, I slept with his uncle."

Rolf 's mouth dropped almost an inch in shock as he processed the information. Flicking his hair out of his face, she was gone. He sat there in the dark staring at the spot she had been, then at his hands. The blood was still there. The vision had been real. 

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 7

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 37, chapter 37

"I think it's time to head to bed. My body feels like lead." Harker commented.  Dagan was sitting at the table, one arm crossed the other hand playing with a tea cup, hunched over slightly. He followed his brother with his gaze, his mouth hanging open.

"Might be a good idea. Are you in your old room?" he asked his younger brother.

Harker nodded "Yeah, he's suppose to be down the hall from me, and she's in your room. So, do you want to switch or anything?" he asked standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"I assume you are meaning the Seer."  Dagan stood up stretching, "I like my room. Your room is over the stables, the smells that come up from it makes me sick." he moved towards the doorway catching the look on his brother's face. "Oh you mean because of Nosferatu?" the werewolf scratched at his jaw. "I'm not letting the Seer sleep in my bed again. Nosferatu can sleep wherever her dead unbeating heart desires." he patted his brother on the shoulder and headed to his room.
He found his room empty when he got there, but her leather bag still on the floor by the dressing table, so she clearly was intending on coming back there. Dagan went to brush his teeth and shower. When he returned to the bedroom twenty minutes later there still was no sign of our heroine. Laying down on the bed, the werewolf sighed as he tried to sleep.


Rolf gritted his teeth grunting in worry as he waited for Reuben to emerge from the bathroom. He'd gone in to shower nearly a half hour before, still moving like he didn't know how to walk. Ash had fixed them something to eat, himself confused on why there were scratches and welts and bruises on Reuben's body that looked days old. Werewolves healed within minutes, hours if they were 'killed'.

"Something really wrong happened, is happening. Do you think it's some sort of spell?" Ash asked as he cleaned up the dishes, leaning on the sink?  "I mean, it would have to be right? Did he piss off a coven or something?"

"It was like he didn't know me. Walked right past me, but seemed to know you..." the large male shut up as his buddy emerged from the bathroom fully dressed his hair slicked back in his usual too smooth to be human ponytail, looking normal.

"It's true then, leave the room for a second and you become the topic of conversation." he smiled wide, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes sparkling as he did. Leaning over the table, he took a deep breath of the stew pot that was there. "Oh rabbit. Dude, I love you right now." he said taking a seat.  "Where's Dagan? Did he eat already?"

Both Ash and Rolf stared at him with raised eyebrows. "That's all you have to say? You were gone for two days, acting like I have no idea and all you can say..." the larger male stood up from the table in disgust and walked outside to blow off steam.

"Two...two days? You're kidding right?" he ducked his head looking at Ash. "I haven't been..."

Ash sat down in the now vacant seat. "You don't remember anything?"  Reuben shook his head making a duck-bill pout. "Reuben, you disappeared in the middle of the night without a word, and when you showed up again, you were messed up. Literally, like you'd been I don't know, in some sort of accident. And you're telling me you don't remember any of it?"

"No, nothing. Last thing I remember was going to sleep outside by the campfire, then woke up in the shower.  Just figured I had sleep walked again."

"What do you mean again? This happened before?" Ash asked.

"Couple of times. I go to bed, and wake up in the lake." he shrugged. "Just figured it's because I've been exhausted lately. Nothing serious."  Ash turned his head sideways at him, eyes squinted not knowing what to make of it. 


He closed the door to the library, walking silently down the hallway, a single candle in hand. Victor stopped when he spotted the female standing in the middle of the hall, studying a painting.  His eyes fell over her form, wondering what his nephew Harker saw in her? She was a plus size woman, plain looking, too sweet to be able to handle being the wife of a pirate.  Clearing his throat, he waited for her to turn around before talking to her.  She said nothing at first, just smiled meekly at him, pointing to the painting.

"It's a beautiful piece." she finally spoke.

"My sister-in-law, the boys' mother painted it." he said nodding. The painting was of  a woman sitting staring into a calm lake, only her reflection was that of a deer. "The painting in Dagan's room is also one of hers. She used to paint her dreams, said it was to help calm the nightmares."

"That explains his obsession with dream catchers." she whispered, a hint of melancholy in her voice. Her hazel eyes still searching every inch of the painting. Victor suddenly had his answer to his question as he watched her, this sad honesty about her. He moved closer to her, seeing the stain at the neck and left shoulder of her nightgown.

"What happened?" he reached an extremely pale hand out to gently touch her shoulder.

"What always happens. Dagan being Dagan. Oh don't worry, I'm not hurt. It really looks worse then it is."

"I know what my nephew is, you don't need to hide that fact from me." his eyes seemed to sparkle in the candle light, as they roamed over her, lingering at her chest. Our heroine found herself captivated by him, wanting to know more.  She nodded her shoulders relaxing. "I think I might have something else left over from when my wife was alive that you can put on." he gestured for her to follow him as he moved towards his own rooms. 
She followed, unable to resist him, like being pulled by a strange invisible cord. She followed him silently down the hall, and into the bedroom.  This was decorated just as sparse as the others, the only difference being that there was a small writing desk beside the dressing table.  Victor placed the candle on the mantle over the fireplace, which seemed to spring to life on it's own, the heat from the flames making the room glow. He moved towards a small chest that was under the window, opening it to reveal a few dresses and books. Picking one, he turned holding it up in front of her before placing it on the dressing table.
He was back beside her then, quicker then even the werewolves had been, looming over her, his hands firmly on her waist as he pulled her towards him. She felt as if the strength had been drained from her, her breath taken along with it. The feel of his extremely pale lips against hers was like crushed velvet as he kissed her. Victor whispered something to her that she couldn't grasp, as he smiled, his lips crossing hers again.

Dagan couldn't sleep; the rain pounded on the window like angry pennies. Getting back up he decided to head to the library where all the scotch was kept. He was half way down the hall when his ears twitched. Turning on his heels, he followed the sounds. No sooner had he gotten to the library when he smelled the other werewolf a few feet behind him.

"So I'm not the only one who heard that?" the Seer said. Dagan held up his hand gesturing for him to be quiet. They followed the sound till they were standing outside of Victor's room. Opening the door, Dagan stumbled backwards.

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coffee talk summer

new photo. Used webcam with one of those cute frame functions. It's not great but it's new.

I was really hoping to have made it to the cinema this weekend. But that just doesn't look like it's going to happen before Tuesday.  There are about five films at our local cinema this week that I'm hoping to catch. The fact nothing seems to stay here for more then a week, means even if I make a day of it, I still might only catch two of them.

One of those, is the Simon Pegg film  The Word's End.  Supposed to be the third in the Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy. The others in the series being Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. Both killer funny films.

The other movie I want to catch this week is  The Mortal Instruments City of Bones.   Which, I have been trying to read the book first.  That's just been like mud.  I have to say, I've gotten to chapter 6. It just hasn't grabbed me, but the trailers for the film looks so wicked that I still want to see this movie. I'm hoping that I'll either get the book read before Monday or once I see the film, have a better desire for the book. Specially given I've been reading that the other novels in the series have gone already into production for movies. I've had more then a few fans of the series to tell me to hang in on the book as the series gets better with middle of book two.
I take that as a good sign, when a die-hard fan admits that the whole series isn't gold, but that there are sections that are. Honest thoughts, not just crazy fans (cough Twilight cough)

Okay, if you are in the Thunder Bay area, and want to see either The Worlds End or City of Bones with me, and get the movie club a last minute summer push, leave a comment before tomorrow night -Sunday 11pm EST- and we'll figure it out from there.

till later

Friday, August 23, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 6

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 36, chapter 36

Dagan pushed himself up to sit on the bed, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed, left hand on the back of his neck. "What do you mean, Uncle Victor thinks she's your mate? You've got better taste then that don't you?" the grin on his face reminded Harker of when they were kids and Dagan had been catching snails.

"I had to tell him something." Harker said scratching his jaw. "She was being held in the basement. You know full well from when we were kids, when someone went to the basement..."

"They never came back alive." his voice dropped. Standing, he reached for his younger brother, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him in for another hug. He sniffed, snarling when he got nothing but a nose full of the other werewolf's scent. "God, why was the Seer in here anyways?" he moved away from Harker, rotating his shoulders as he walked around the room, touching everything. "What am I going to have to do, mark my territory in my own room?"

"Please tell me you're not thinking of pissing on everything."

"Don't be gross." he said licking his hand, then smearing it down the door, rubbing his butt against the walls, his forearm over the furniture, flopping back down on the bed, rolling around on it like a little kid. "Sweat works fine."

"He seems to have grown attached to her. The Seer. The second he laid eyes on her after he transformed, he's barely left her side."  Harker replied.

"Which is why..." he was laying on the bed now, his hands behind his skull, one leg crossed over the other. "...I force fed her my blood. Reestablish my authority over her."

Harker snorted as he moved around the room, not sure how to respond. "I thought you didn't like her?"

"I didn't say that." he stuck his tongue out at his brother, rolling his eyes. Sitting up, he shrugged."None of it matters anyways. She was suppose to be a delivery you know, help her get from point A to point B. Should have taken us like an hour total. But, she wasn't where she was suppose to be, she was way off the other side of the desert, which put us hours off course. Then stuff happened, and we got killed a little, were taken by the Queen's men, had some fun killing them, and then you popped up and now..." he raised his hands out to his sides, grinning. "Family reunion." His nose twitched. Breathing deeply Dagan closed his eyes. "Bacon." he moved from the room in a blur, heading in the direction of the kitchen.
He found our heroine moving around the room, completely absorbed in the process of frying bacon and eggs, hovering near the oven where she had a tray of potatoes, slicing onions which she tossed into the pan with the eggs, and sectioning oranges.
Dagan ran his tongue over his teeth, making a clicking noise as he spotted the Seer and Bryon a few feet away. The Seer was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper, while Bryon stood with his arms crossed near the window.
Dagan reached around her, picking a slice of the bacon out of the pan with his bare fingers, stuffing it into his mouth. Chewing, he looked over at his brother who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "You can cook!"

"It's eggs and bacon. A trained monkey could do that." she commented. Dagan leaned in sniffing her hair suddenly, his eyes locked on the Seer.

"Yeah, well we don't have a trained monkey we just have you." he replied nodding at her, his eyes wide, lips in a pout.
Bryon excused himself from the group, and headed down the hall towards the east wing of the castle. He made his way to a small door, knocking.  It opened a moment later, Victor standing there, a wine glass in hand. Bryon nodded as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"And, what did you learn?" Victor asked as he crossed back to a billiards table.

"Dagan and the other werewolf are constantly fighting over the female like she's a piece of meat. It's clearly a territorial thing." Bryon said gesturing towards the door as he moved across the room to pour himself a glass of whiskey. "It's Harker you have to worry about. I've noticed the way he looks at her when he thinks no one is watching."

Victor grunted. "I figured as much when he lied to protect her, saying she was his mate."

"You think he's going to pursue something with her?"

Victor shook his head looking into the depth of his wine glass. "He'll keep his distance for as long as he thinks his brother might be interested. He always did as Dagan wanted him too when they were younger. I haven't seen any evidence of that having changed." he walked then towards the window opening it, as a flash of lightening lit up the sky. "Remarkable isn't it? The sort of birth the elements give to each other." he leaned on the window gazing out at the rain that had started as if it was a lover. "I think we will proceed as planned. But first, we'll have to secure the female's loyalty."

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Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 5

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 35, chapter 35

Our heroine grabbed Dagan's wrist and shoved it away from her shoulder getting up. She bolted out the door, not sure where she was needing to go. Harker started after her, but Dagan told him to leave her alone. "She's not going anywhere. Trust me." he made a noise as he ran his tongue over his teeth. "Do I have someone in my teeth cause it feels like I do."

She wandered to the kitchen, finding it empty, then back down the hallway till she came to a door that had a heat coming from it. Putting her palm on it, she pushed the door open to reveal a lit fireplace, with somebody sitting in front of it reading.
Bryon put the large hardcover volume down, when he saw her enter the room. Seeing the blood stain on the gown, he stood up asking if everything was alright?

"What? Oh yeah, fine. No you know it's not fine. I'm not with Harker. I mean, I'm with Harker here in this building but I'm not with Harker. Not his mate. No this wasn't anything to do with him, this was because of  brother. But it's not what it looks like."

Bryon tilted his head his eyebrows raised. "It looks like he hurt you really bad." He pointed to her neck. "Are those teeth marks?"

"If you say they are sure. Look I need to leave. Not because of this." she pointed to her ruined outfit. "Well, yeah I suppose it is but not know I could really use a drink. Maybe something to eat." she crossed to the fireplace and sat down in the leather armchair.  "How did I ever get in this mess to begin with? I mean really?" she stared at Bryon, at the streak of redish-pink in his dark hair, at the white dress shirt and dark leather pants.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she didn't hear the footfalls of the Seer as he came into the room, didn't hear him as he walked up behind her, or the sound he made when he crossed his arms leaning on the back of the chair. It wasn't until he leaned in and ran his hand across the back of her neck and shoulder, that she realized he was there. A soft wave of sleep washed through her then, causing the muscles in her shoulders to unknot.  The Seer was using his spells again on her and this time, she just didn't care.

"There is a storm coming. We'll have to wait it out before we can leave." he said looking at Bryon.

"Yes, Dagan said that too when he arrived not that long ago." Bryon commented, his eyes flickering back and forth between the Seer and our heroine. A look of disapproval held firmly on his face. It didn't take a psychic to tell that Bryon didn't trust the Seer.  Not yet anyways.

"Dagan's here?" his voice rose a notch. "So that's what I was smelling." he brought his hand up then, scratching at the back of his skull a short laugh escaping his perfectly pale lips. "I better help you back to your room before Harker gets worried."

"I need to eat. I didn't get a chance to have supper." she protested as he grabbed her elbow forcing her up from the chair.

"I'll take care of that when we get you to your room." the smile was slick.

"No, real food. I need real food right now."

"What does she mean real food? Have you been drinking all night or something?" Bryon asked, not looking at either of them.

"No." the Seer said.  "Yes" our heroine said at the same time.


Rolf paced around the front lawn of the cabin, flexing and unflexing his fists, his jaw squared, nostrils flaring. The werewolf was so angry, his shirt had faded in and out a few times, as the magic mist rolled off him in silent tendrils.

"Are you okay?" Ash asked from the porch, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Reuben is missing now too. Something's not right." he shook his head, his mass of dark hair flying around his shoulders.

"Maybe he's just out hunting?"

"For two days? Two whole days. Reuben is the fastest of us, he can hunt down a grizzly in five minutes. No, something isn't right." the large werewolf threw his head back staring at the sky trying to get answers. 

"Maybe he just shacked up with someone?" Ash spoke into his coffee cup as he slurped down half. "God knows we could all use a break from ourselves."

Rolf closed his eyes letting out a deep sigh. "You're probably right." he crossed to the porch and sat down beside Ash, leaning on his knees. "He just usually informs us when he's got his eye on someone new, after that incident with the druid few years ago..." he ran his hand through his hair pushing it out of his eyes. 

"I don't understand why you aren't Alpha? The way you take care of everyone." Ash commented draining his cup.  Rolf shrugged.

"I'm the oldest of seven. Alpha just isn't for me." Rolf shook his head his hair falling over his shoulder again forcing him to give in and tie it back.

"Eight if you count Dagan. Nine if you count Reuben. Ten if you count Nosferatu. You're a natural."

"Being Alpha would mean first challenging Dagan and surviving, then officially challenging you and surviving." the dark haired wolf replied picking at his shoe.

"Yeah, you're right. You wouldn't have to worry about surviving a challenge against me, Dagan would never let you get that far." he patted the larger man on the shoulder. "What incident with the druid?"

Rolf was about to tell him the story when both men heard the sound of someone approaching. There was no scent on the air. Rolf figured it must be some sort of cloaking spell, so he moved from the porch quietly, standing as if on guard in front of the cabin, ready to strike if needed.  He relaxed as he spotted Reuben emerge from the woods just beyond the large tree where the leather hung to dry.
"Man you've had me thinking the worst." he moved towards his friend a half step, then stopped.

Reuben was ashen looking, his eyes wide and seemed to stare off into space not registering anything, his hair mangled in knots and filled with dirt, leaves and trash, his body covered in blood and scratches, and what looked like strange welts. He walked past Rolf slowly as if he didn't know what he was doing, as if he didn't know how to move. When he got to the stairs he stopped, lifted his foot as if to walk up them, but dropped it again. Bending down, his hands out in front of him like a little kid, he climbed the two porch steps like a baby would, hands then knees till he was standing on the porch just staring off into space.

"So much for my theory he meet someone." Ash responded. Hearing Ash's voice, Reuben turned to look at him, his eyes brightening, a smile on his face. He brought his hands up first to Ash's face, then his shoulders patting them as if to make sure he was real, then he hugged him. "Yeah love you too, just maybe you should think about a bath."

"Ash." Reuben's lips moved but no sound came from them. He turned and shuffled his way over to the door of the cabin, exposing his back to them.  Rolf hadn't noticed it a moment before when Reuben had climbed up the stairs, but he did now. There were large purple marks over his shoulders and back in strange patterns.

"What the hell is going on with him?" Rolf asked scrunching up his nose, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 4

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 34, chapter 34

Dagan leaned against a large tree, wiping the back of his hand across his face. Sniffing, he tossed a handful of coins into a small leather coin purse, feeling the weight of it in his hand. He'd taken it off of the last coachman he'd just hunted. There was no joy in him, in what he was about to do. He just knew this was where he was suppose to be.
It had been years, over a decade since he'd been back to the castle. It loomed up out of the darkness like a creature coming out of the murky water. A place that more then seemed to have life of it's own, breathing in the breath of any who dared to enter it.  He refused to give in to the shiver that ran down his spine, refused to allow himself the sick feeling that was churning in his stomach as he took a small step from the crossroads where the coach was now left, covered in blood and freed from it's horses.

The closer to the castle he got, the angrier he became. On the outskirts of the property, Dagan could smell the scent of another werewolf, for some reason, it angered him and he didn't care who got in his way. One of the servants was fixing a broken fence, and for his trouble, Dagan broke his neck. Not because he was a threat, but because he was in his way, and the werewolf didn't care to change his path even one step.

When he got to the gates, to the main door he had calmed himself down. Running his hand through his hair, he smoothed it down, brushed the dirt from his clothes, wiped the blood from his mouth, and made sure he was standing there in full human form when he grabbed the large iron knocker.


The Seer walked out of the barn, zipping up his pants as he did. Stretching, he barely glanced back at the young woman he'd just seduced. She'd be of no use to him or anyone again. Normally, he would drag out the seduction over time, depending on what it was he was really seducing them for, but since he'd been turned, it seemed like that side of him needed more energy just to function. His new werewolf side burned up too much energy, too much magic too quickly with each transformation. 
It hadn't even been a challenge for him, this girl. Some thing that worked in the fields nearby, that thought him a beautiful choice, flattered by his smile and sweet words. No, no challenge at all and used up too quickly. At this rate, he'd have to seduce two or three a night.
Heading back to the castle, he caught a familiar scent on the air.


The door opened, leaving the tall servant in shock, eyes wide mouth a gap. Dagan stood there, looking bored, one arm leaning on the door frame, the other looped on his belt. "Uncle Victor home?" he pushed his way past the servant into the hall. "Don't worry, I know my way around thanks." he said over his shoulder, not bothering to look at him. Sniffing deeply, Dagan followed the familiar scent to the rooms past the library.
He didn't bother to knock, just opened the large wooden door, causing the two men standing there to turn in surprise.  Dagan walked straight to Harker, hugging him tightly, grunting.  "You're okay. I was worried." he said breaking the hug, holding him by the shoulders still.

Bryon tilted his head towards him, his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement.

"Oh my god." Harker said laughing. "Dagan." his voice was pinched.

"Come on. There is a storm coming and I really don't want to be here that long." Dagan said too casually as he dragged his brother towards the door. He felt his brother resist, as the younger man stopped dead in his tracks.

"I can't leave yet. The others..."

Dagan swallowed as he shook his head, mouth open. "Here?" he pointed to the floor. "That's why you came here? Because...stupid...where?"

"Your old room actually." Harker replied blushing.

Knocking on the door, Harker waited for our heroine to answer. The handle rotated too slowly for the already aggravated werewolf; opening only a inch, letting them know they were allowed in. Our heroine was already back, sitting on the bed when the two brothers entered the room. She didn't look over, just stared out the window until she heard the growl.
Dagan stood in the middle of the room, the scent of the other werewolf  clinging to everything. His eyes became amber-grey, as he snarled, clearly pissed off at the idea of another wolf invading his room. His bed.
He moved in a blur, grabbing her by the back of the neck, his right hand holding her jaw tight, his other arm around her shoulders. "Hey sweetheart, what you been up to?" he whispered before biting down hard on her pale throat, ripping a chunk, spitting the mouthful of flesh to the floor, his face smeared with her blood.
He waited for the count of three, his right leg twitching wildly as he brought his own wrist up to his mouth, biting down hard, turning it to cover her mouth then, forcing her to drink.

Harker could do nothing to stop him, it all happened in the blink of an eye. All he could do was wait for his brother to calm down. Wait for the female to be shoved onto the bed, and slump to the floor. Wait for the blood to start to pool and stain the white gown she was wearing. The gown that had been their aunt's.
Dagan then crouched down in front of her, tilting his head to the side, licking his lips. "When I told you that I wasn't going to save your fat ass anymore, that you'd have to find another white knight, I didn't think you'd go running to the first lycanthrope that sniffed around  you. I mean, I'm a little insulted to tell you the truth." he closed his eyes, sniffing deeply tapping her forehead with his ring finger. "Now, the bond we've got..." he sat down completely beside her, his back against the bed. "...I've decided I'm not ready to break it."  He brought his hand up to his mouth, wiping the blood from his face licking it off his fingertips. "Na. I'm thinking that maybe we should just deal with the fact we're stuck with each other." he brought his thumb up to our heroine's face, wiping the blood and sticking his thumb then into her mouth. "Deal?" his voice never rose, never dropped, just stayed neutral. "Good talk." he replied his arm now around her shoulders. He could feel her relax against him, her eyes flashing the white of the banshee. He smiled despite himself.

"One problem." Harker finally found his voice. "Uncle Victor thinks you're dead and that she's my mate."

"Learn to count. That's two things." Dagan said yawning. (ready for the one flashback link) He patted her arm noticing the gown. "I always Loved this lace."

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013


Just saw the movie Lovelace.  And it was such a powerful movie.

plot: we follow six years in the life of former porn actress Linda Lovelace as she falls under the influence of her abusive husband and manages to find her way back to her own life.

The list of stars in this - Sharon Stone, Chris Noth, Robert Patrick- alone is worth the look. I can't say what I was expecting of this film, because I wasn't really expecting much of anything because I didn't know much about her to begin with.

The sets, the costumes/wardrobe in this is pitch perfect and you forget that you are watching a film that was made in the last year.  There is one scene and I was just in awe of the wallpaper and details that made up the background of the kitchen while the lead and her mother were talking. One of the most powerful scenes, breaking down the relationships between Lovelace and her family, her crossroads, and her bravery.

till later

The Nosferatu Adventures Season 2 part 3

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 33, chapter 33

Dagan was kneeling in the middle of the forest, silent, listening. The guys had managed to talk him out of calling up Loki.  Or so they had thought.
He had let them take away all the corn dollies and half of his dream catchers, promising that he wasn't going to invoke the god in the garden.   In the garden, being the key words.  He had gone hunting near the main road, behind some old farm. There hadn't been any travelers that night, and he had to settle for a large bear.  It wasn't a taste he really cared for at all.
He knelt there covered in blood from the hunt, his eyes closed for nearly an hour. He was using the bear as his offering, hoping that the god would be in a generous mood. Dagan was about to give up when the hair on his body started to stand on end, like an electric current was passing through him. Opening his eyes, he could just make out the hazy image of a man, dressed in what looked like leather pants. The image stood before him, it's arms out in front almost touching Dagan's shoulders. The image then clapped his hands and leaned over him, whispering in his ear.  "What you seek shall find you well if you are willing to allow the moon to guide you home." then disappeared.

Dagan stood up, cracked his neck as if heading into a boxing match and headed west.


Our heroine opened her eyes, closing them again, feeling the weight of something on her stomach and chest. She moved her hand as she opened her eyes again, focusing this time on the weight. Her pale fingers bumped into something cold and wet which startled her. She found herself in the bedroom from earlier, stretched out on the bed, with a large animal head across her torso.
It only took a second for her to realize that it was alive, sleeping as it let out a loud snore. Pushing his muzzle off of her, our heroine sat up on the bed confused. The only light came from a small candle on the dressing table few feet away, but it gave enough of a glow for her to realize there was a caramel coloured werewolf laying beside her on the bed, now awake yawning.
"Caramel...Reuben was the one who bit you?" she asked moving from the bed towards the bathroom. "This works better if you are able to answer me." she said closing the bathroom door. She leaned against it, eyes closed hands over her ears as she heard the Seer transform in the other room. His bones shifting and popping, a howl turning into a series of wet gurgles until his human voice emerged. Then the sound of the bed squeaking as he moved from it.  He knocked lightly on the door.

"I'm me." he said with a yawn. "You can come out of hiding now." 

She opened the door an inch talking to him through it. "Clothes?" she heard him sigh then the familiar sound of the magic mist, like a tree rustling in the wind. She opened the door farther to see he was dressed in just a pair of grey loose pajama bottoms.

"You peeked." he said casually.

"What you going to do about it?" she responded as she walked past him towards the dressing table to find a nightgown laid out for her. "Who wears this sort of stuff?" she asked holding up the floor length white flowing gown. "I mean, really this looks more like a costume from a gothic movie then real clothes." She sighed in defeat, and headed back towards the bathroom to change. "So what happened anyways?"

"You fainted. They brought you to your room." he scratched his ear.

"And why are you here? Why were you like on top of me for that matter?" she exited the bathroom feeling like she just walked out of a Jane Austen novel.  The Seer shrugged, a look of confusion on his face as he formed a perfect 'o' with his lips.

"Um, this is going to sound really crazy, but I had this deep rooted urge to make sure you were alright. Like, it was my job or something." he replied leaning in over her, sniffing her shoulder then her neck.

"It's the wolf. It's what they do. Protect." she answered as she moved back to the bed sitting down. He sat beside her, leaning back on his elbows.

"And you didn't seem too bothered about finding me here, in bed, beside you." he replied giving her that grin of his. Suddenly, he seemed all Sidhe and our heroine was glad for the long clothes. Anything that would protect her from his seduction spells if he touched her. She made sure she was just out of arms reach so that he couldn't touch her.

"Won't it look a bit odd that it's you, not my pretend husband who stayed with me?" she said pointing towards the door.  The Seer shrugged again, laying back on the bed, his hands behind his skull.

"He went hunting with Victor. Like with crossbows hunting. Something about needing a few turkeys for something happening here tomorrow." his voice became laced with sleep. He sat up again, listening to something. The Seer placed his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. A muffled sound escaped her throat a few seconds later. "You okay?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her, another seductive smile at his lips. She nodded as he removed his hand.

"Vision?" she asked

"Wolf ears. I heard...something like a..." he got up from the bed and crossed to the window looking out. "...tree or something falling, then someone screaming for help. So weird getting used to all this." he commented leaning against the window. He yawned again shaking his head, his eyes wide. "I need to...find someone. My energy is running low."


Reuben stopped running when he found himself staring at a small group of travelers. His legs felt weak, his mind swimming, and his chest hurt. The dark haired male literally fell to the ground, gasping for air, confused. How long had he been running?  Where was he? He shook his head, the transformation starting almost against his will. He could hear nothing but the sound of rushing water, smell the scent of blood hot in the air, the coppery taste that it held. The promise it gave.
He'd never been so hungry before in his life, not even when he was a teenager, when the blood lust had been the worst. The next few minutes were a blur to him. A blur of screams, of steam rising from flesh as he tore into it.
When it was over, he sat on the ground, human again, blood covering his face and chest, his hands and arms. He counted seven bodies.

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