The Nosferatu Adventures
page 105, chapter 105
"Why am I naked?" Reuben asked a little while later, his skull feeling as if he'd been a few rounds with a grizzly bear. "I think I'm going to puke." he leaned over when he realized he was on the floor, his face resting on our heroine's lap.
"Don't move too much. You were tossed around for a bit by a god. Well, two actually." she said smoothing his hair from his face. "You lost a lot of blood between that and me feeding off you earlier."
"I don't remember." he tried to get dressed, but he was too weak; the magic mist just seemed to appear more like a thick coating of sweat. "Come on!" he screamed in frustration trying a second time. The werewolf managed a pair of shorts, as he sat up pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead squeezing his eyes shut. "Hi." he sniffed deeply. "What is that smell?"
"Your skull was a bit...leaky." the female pointed to the spot on the wall where he'd been thrown, at the dark brown spot and splats of crimson. "I won't even tell you what I already cleaned off the floor." Reuben turned to see a mop, bucket and towels a few feet beside them. "Your skull wasn't the only thing that sprung a few leaks. Put it that way."
"Well that sounds very intimate in a medical sort of way." he scratched at his beard, misting a pair of pants, clearly embarrassed. "I don't remember any of that. Last thing I remember was the old dude in the spice shop who said he'd seen you there few times. And needing to get out of there because my very sensitive werewolf nose was burning from all the spices." he looked at her finally, his eyebrows knitted together. "What happened to your clothes?" he asked pointing to the fact she was sitting there in a bra and torn pants.
"You shredded them. I didn't want to get anything else destroyed cleaning up your...you." she said matter of factly. There was a knock at the door, as Reuben moved to sit with his back against the wall.
"Rolf and Dagan." he said sniffing. Screaming that it was open, our heroine disappeared into the bedroom for a robe. The other two werewolves entered the apartment, Rolf looking tired, and Dagan looking half out of it.
He was grabbing himself, stretching and flexing his knees, mumbling about revenge, his other hand flicking at his ear.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked walking back out into the living room, the pink robe slipping off her shoulder. Rolf started to laugh, having to cover his mouth with his hand.
"I don't want to talk about it!" Dagan answered stumbling around like his one leg was rubber.
"Moron got himself picked up by the dog catcher, and was about to get..."
"Shhhssshh! I don't want to talk about it! Damn it!" he pointed at the larger male. "I'm still numb."
"...about to get neutered." Rolf was grinning as he crossed to the window, leaning against it. Tombstone pranced between him and Reuben sniffing them both, happily wagging his tail.
"The vet shot me three times with the sedative, bit him the last time, my legs are still...that stupid..." our heroine started laughing as she listened. "Really? For once can you show some compassion? Please?" he snarled.
She took a step towards the male, placing her hands on either side of his face, kissing his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you nearly got physically neutered."
"Tha..." he cleared his throat. "Thank you." he nodded, still grabbing at himself.
"But, what I don't understand is why you didn't just go ahead with it? With all the magical restraints on you, you're practically neutered already."
Both Rolf and Reuben broke out in a mad fit of laughter, which caused Dagan to swear as he spun around on his heels, his one hand in a fist.
"Seriously! You stupid..." he growled snapping his teeth at the female. "I can't believe you actually would say something like that?" he stomped "Really? Seriously! You think that little of me?" he screwed up his face tilting his upper body from her as the female let out a deep sigh. She grabbed for his waist, letting her hands fall onto his hips.
"Why is everything a fight with you?" she asked before turning to look at Rolf. "I'm going to need a personal referee for the next few hundred years with him aren't I?" Rolf nodded grinning.
"So glad you all find my pain so funny!" he spat the last word letting out another growl. Rolf cleared his throat moving from the window.
"I spotted a shop down the street. Think I'll go pick up some stuff for us for dinner." he was still smirking as he walked out of the apartment door, to see Dolores standing across the hall, with her key in her lock.
"Well, hello there." the other female said, her hand suddenly at her hair. "Are you a friend of Nosferatu's?"
"Yeah." Rolf nodded nearly running out of the building. Our heroine closed the apartment door, turning her attention back to Dagan, only he was no longer in the living room. Sighing, she headed towards her bedroom.
"You going to tell me what's going on with the others?" she asked getting another pair of the petal-pushers from her closet and a baby blue silk shirt from her drawer. Dagan sniffed the old fashioned alarm clock as he picked it up, then a copy of Mansfield Park that had been siting beside it on the night stand. He moved around the room making sure to touch everything leaving his scent everywhere to mark his territory before checking his hair in the mirror.
"The Seer is fine if that's what you're asking. He has had his hands full, we all did, since you left with that necromancer at the Fort. We've slaughtered at lest another dozen of those reanimated pets of his." the male snorted as he moved to sit on the bed, his elbows on his knees, fingers locked together. "Leo is Leo. Ash is puppy sitting. Rufus has been digging up the whole yard, like he's looking for something. Dewy has been sleeping on your pillow, howling all night. He misses you." the werewolf got back up, opened the top drawer of her dresser, holding up a bra.
"Hey!" she slapped his hand taking it from him.
"Okay Gidget. Wow, that looks uncomfortable. You could put an eye out with that thing. I mean, I don't know anything about fashion but, boobs are not that pointy. Lest not yours." he gestured towards her chest. "Gravity and all." Dagan gave her an innocent smile, scratching his nose.
"Maybe I'll have you neutered anyways." she responded. "De-fanged, de-clawed and de-loused."
"You missed me." he said flatly, his mouth open, running his tongue over his teeth, his chin raised a centimeter.
"What do you need?" she asked closing her eyes. They heard Rolf return along with a female voice asking him a million questions. Dolores was at the door holding a bunt cake. Our heroine crossed to see what the commotion was, as Rolf was in the far end of the tiny kitchen, unpacking two paper bags of groceries. Handing the cake to our heroine, Dolores continued to press for answers.
"Is he your brother?" she asked with a very hopeful look. Our heroine turned to see Rolf shaking his head no.
"Um...not my brother."
"Co-worker then?" the other female's voice was getting a bit pinched. Our heroine shook her head again.
"Nope. Not my co-worker."
Dolores's expression fell a little. "So he's your fella?" the disappointment was starting to show in her posture. Our heroine licked her lips, standing up a bit straighter herself.
"Actually...he's..." she felt the weight of Dagan's chin as he rested it on top of her hair, his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Totally. He's my guy, and so is he." she gestured with her elbow towards Reuben who was sitting on the floor petting Tombstone. "And this is my husband." she gestured to Dagan. Dolores fanned herself, all the colour draining out from her, leaving her cherry red lipstick that much brighter. "We've been living in a commune, dancing naked under the full moon. But only on Fridays, the rest of the time we work the fields harvesting the mushrooms for this big caterpillar, who doesn't eat red meat. And on our nights off, we just worship each other like bats."
Dolores gave a small laugh winking. "Oh you nearly had me believing you. My goodness! You're so funny, you should be a writer." she waved towards Rolf. "Enjoy the cake." They watched as she walked back to her apartment, her hips swinging seductively. Closing the door, our heroine turned to look at the large male who seemed to be pressing himself as tight into the corner of the room as he could, his aura sparkling pink.
Our heroine put the cake on the table. "Rolf, you look like you've seen a ghost."
"She was scary. Lock the door." his chin wobbled. "Please. Lock it."
"Rolf, you're over 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, built like an oak tree and an immortal lycanthrope. You're telling me you're frightened of a 5 foot two widow who bakes?" she crossed her arms over her chest not believing what she was witnessing.
"I don't want to talk about it."
About a half hour later, Reuben was outside with our heroine. "Can we talk about what happened earlier?" he ran his hands over his face then through his hair, bouncing up and down. They were walking Tombstone near the edge of the building.
"There's no need. It wasn't really you. Pan possessed you."
"Any idea why?" he made a face scrapping poop from his shoe. The female shook her head no.
"And you guys realize you can't really hunt while you're here..." the sentence trailed off as her eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Dagan said he bit the vet!"
tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. And I'm still thinking about Dagan getting neutered...I'm evil.)