The Nosferatu Adventures
page 88, chapter 88
The reunion was cut short as the Seer heard the scream come from our heroine. Turning, both him and his grandmother saw her being flung against the wall by an invisible force. Her body suddenly contorting as her clothes were shredded, blood pouring from her nose, claw marks and bites ripping across her pale flesh. The Seer was on his knees then, covering his ears from the sounds, his grandmother running from the tiny crypt, hovering just outside the door.
Nosferatu levitated more then ten feet into the air, blood hitting the floor and wall as the invisible attacker continued to rip pieces of her flesh. Her screams stopped cold as her limp body crashed to the floor of the crypt. She wasn't breathing as her eyes were wide open and completely white. Her fangs exposed, her fingers like claws, as she lay there in a massive pool of blood.
She found herself suddenly in the woods, the smell of blood heavy in the air, the coppery taste of it blasting her senses. She could hear nothing but the sound of the blood pounding in his veins at first, then the slower rhythm of the blood as the heart began to weaken. It only took her a second to realize where she was. The camp where Dagan and Harker had been. Our heroine stumbled as she followed the sound, the scent of blood.
Dagan was laying near the edge of the camp, in the trees blood soaking quickly into the ground around him. His entire body was shredded. Falling to her knees beside him, she saw the fear in his blue eyes. His breathing was a struggle; chunks torn from every part of him, clothing nothing more then wet strips. He saw her, reached for her as blood saliva bubbled from the hole in his throat and mouth. Nosferatu felt his last breath as much as saw him take it, the light in his blue eyes flickering out. A second later, what was left of his clothes melted into him as his wounds disappeared.
The scream that came from her then seemed to come from every fiber of her being. Every bone and muscle in her body was on fire, was as if she were having the skin cut from her.
Her astral self rejoined her physical one as the Seer bent over her. The whole experience had left her weak and shaking. Sitting up, she found her own wounds had completely healed. "The pain Dagan felt. The fear. We both know he's not the type to fear anything, but that alone was overwhelming. That was more then just a hunting, I don't understand what...what stopped Ash from eating, he tore him to nothing. God, I remember the guys said something about Dagan having been alone for like two days between the attack and ...and Harker returning. Two days dealing with that, alone. Processing what happened."
Dagan slinked around the old witch's cabin, picking up first a pillow from the chair sniffing it, a piece of material falling to the floor. Picking that up, he sniffed it too, then held it up to the light. It was the dress he'd hidden when he had been trying to keep the female from leaving the house to see Finn. "You said I had been shacking up with someone?" he asked Rolf over his shoulder. The large male grunted as he moved around the cabin, busying himself with the task of fixing a chair. It didn't necessarily need to be fixed, but Rolf needed something to keep his hands busy. "You think I would remember some hot little number..." Dagan continued.
Rolf dropped the screwdriver in his hand onto the kitchen table with a clank as he broke out laughing. Flicking his hair out of his face he wiped his eyes where they had started to water he was laughing so hard.
"Oh god. You really have lost your memory haven't you?"
Dagan turned to look at his friend, his eyes wide chewing on his bottom lip, the dress still dangling in his one hand, the pillow in the other. "What's so funny?"
"You calling her hot..and little for that matter." Rolf couldn't stop laughing, he was doubled over clutching at his ribs.
"What?" Dagan dropped the items back onto the chair, crossing the few feet to stand beside Rolf at the kitchen table. "I mean, she had to be hot right? That goes without saying. Cause I'd..." he watched as Rolf wiped the snot from his nose as he continued to laugh. "...you saying she wasn't?"
Clearing his throat, the larger male raised his hand tilting his head, eyes closed. "If by little you mean short, then yeah." he held his hand out to Dagan's chin.
The werewolf bit harder then on his bottom lip, hugging his elbows as he hunched his shoulders feeling like the air had been knocked out of him. "You saying she was a dog? As in not canine...but...was she a canine? Did I shack up with a female werewolf?"
"No, I already told you, she's a vampire. Banshee to be exact. And no Dagan, she was not hot, but she was decent. Good heart. She sacrificed herself for me, and my brothers." his tone became serious then as he patted the other male's shoulder. "As much as it pains me to say it, whatever you did, you need to fix it. You two were; are good together. Even if you do drive the rest of us to drink."
"Well, I don't need you!" the young male said as he stormed out of the small house on the far end of the forest. His long dark hair falling into his face. He ducked as a book was thrown at him, followed by a large pillar candle, a bag and a small container of fairy dust. Reuben bent to pick up his things, kicking at a pile of dirt as he did. "I'll be fine on my own!" he punctuated the last word with a flick of his dark hair as he turned heading towards the main path. He'd gotten involved with a young witch, hoping to expand his own strengths. Only he hadn't accounted for the guy freaking out about the whole werewolf thing.
Reuben walked by the small river, a rabbit having caught his attention when he caught the scent of blood in the air. Quickly, he followed his nose, his werewolf speed helping him to cover more ground then a human would.
He stopped short, literally digging his heels into the ground his arms flaring in circles to keep balance. He had nearly tripped over the guy's body. Cautiously, Reuben crouched to sit on his heels, sniffing the air deeply, catching the scent of the new werewolf. "Hey, buddy." he shook Dagan's shoulder. "Buddy, you can't sleep here. It's not safe."
He opened his eyes rolling over to bury his face in the blood soaked dirt. "Am I dead?"
"Not yet. But you will be if you don't get home."
"I think I'm dead. I was being eaten by this big red wolf, then this thing came to get me. This demon or angel or something with creepy white eyes." he coughed as he made it to a knelling position, his eyes now closed against the pain. "And I think she came for me earlier too, only, only she didn't stay." he fell forward onto his hands, puking up whatever had been left in his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." his eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out again.
A half hour later, Reuben knocked on the door to the large house. He shifted his own weight as he adjusted Dagan's limp body over his shoulder. The door opened a centimeter, a very tall male standing there. "Rolf, I need your help."
The shy male said nothing as he opened the door sidestepping to allow his friend in. Scratching at his neck, Rolf kept his head down as he hid behind his hair, whispering. Reuben was glad he had very sensitive werewolf ears, cause he was straining as it was to hear the other male's nearly non-audible voice. "I'm just going to go ahead and dump him in the guest bedroom. Think your dad will mind?"
Rolf shook his head, scratching this time at his jaw. "He's gone to the market square." he crossed then to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water from a large pitcher.
"Better grab a whiskey or something for him too. He's going to have a hell of a time when he wakes up." Reuben leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, his hand on his forearm. "He said it was a large red wolf. You know anyone like that?"
Rolf shook his head as he sniffed, getting the newly formed werewolf's scent.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Come on, Rolf wasn't always confident and angry...)