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.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures staring your heroine...me (yes another straight up piece of the story.)