Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Nosferatu Adventures S5 p19

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 150, chapter 150

Rolf sat in the bar, hunched over a drink, his hair falling around his shoulders threatening to land in his glass. Something wasn't right here. He didn't remember arriving at this place, never remembered leaving the soul library back at Valhalla, didn't even remember leaving the kingdom.  Hell, he didn't even remember changing his clothes.  Sniffing, the werewolf picked at the shoulder of the short sleeved shirt, screwing up his nose. It smelled funny, not like the way clothes smelled when magic misted. This smelled like sweat and cotton and something else, he just couldn't put his finger on it. 

"From the guy at the table in the back corner."  the bartender said placing a large pink fruity drink down in front of him. Rolf's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he first looked at the bartender thinking he looked familiar, then turned to see who had the audacity to send him something like that. 

The dark haired man waved as he sat in the corner with two sleazy looking women in outfits that seemed to be four sizes too small. Sighing, Rolf finished his original drink and got up from his seat, slowly walking over to the man. 

"Loki, what's going on?" he didn't bother to hide the distaste in his voice.  Loki dismissed the two women, gesturing to the booth for Rolf to sit. 

"Thought you might like to try something new." he burped.

"Not the drink, this." he waved around the room. "What's going on? How'd I get here?"

The dark haired god cleared his throat, leaning over, crossing his arms on the table. "Yeah, we've got a little snag in your...case." he smiled making a noise with his teeth. 

"What do you mean?" he flicked his hair out of his face, throwing one arm over the back of the booth. 

"Nosferatu. Bit of an unforeseen issue. She's absorbed your soul. That's bad for you, great for me, because she's more adaptable to carrying a shapeshifter baby, but...There's no getting your soul back. And because of that..." he shrugged. "There's no back up plan. You need to up the juice on what you and Dagan and Reuben are doing. The job of being a Fate; it's a little more involved then what you three have been just doing."

Rolf made a duckbill with his lips, nodding. "Okay. We'll do what needs to be done."

"One more thing... and it's not going to be easy." the dark haired god gave a small giggle as he laughed at a private joke.

"Name it." Rolf hissed through now clinched teeth. He was getting more annoyed by the minute.

Loki swirled the glass of wine in front of him, watching the small water ring on the table grow. "Harker."

"What about Harker?" the large male asked licking his lips. 

"He's about to die. And when he does, I want you to handle it."

Rolf's eyes flashed the amber-grey of the wolf before becoming slits as a bolt of anger filled him. "Why would you ask me to deal with his death? Why not let Dagan do it, he's his brother. And how is he going to die?"

"Cause Dagan can't know about it ahead of time. He won't be able to handle it. He'll want revenge, but you can't let him do that either. Trust me on this. I can't tell you much else." he winked at him. "But now you understand why I brought you here to this place."

"Not really."

"You're suppose to be the more intuitive one. Just sit back, relax, have a few more drinks on me, and wait. When it happens, you'll feel it. I've given you an alteration so that you'll be able to radar in on Harker's soul, that way you don't have to go back to the library with this knowledge before it's done. I don't want risking you telling the others ahead of time. They've got their hands full at the moment dealing with the black out."

"Yeah what exactly happened there?" the werewolf asked suddenly wondering if this place served food.

"Mini apocalypse. Happens every year about this time, usually in areas that have hellmouths, total gates of hell type stuff. Don't worry about it." The god smirked at him and shimmered away, leaving the werewolf stunned.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Oh no...Harker!)

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