Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Nosferatu Adventures S6 p2

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 156, chapter 156

The Fort...

Biffy jumped from his post near the back of the main building when he heard the shouting. Running towards the noise, he found a wreckage before him.  At lest seven of the guards were slain in bloody pools near the prisoner's area, as well as two of the amazon wives. He swore as he grabbed for the nearest sword, heading in the direction of the Queen.


Our heroine held up her hand, telling the Necromancer to be quiet, her ears ringing suddenly. She heard a popping that seemed to come from within her skull, causing her to double over, her hands clutching at her ears. Seconds later, they heard screams coming from the open windows. The Necromancer moved quickly towards the guards, telling them to investigate, but by that point it was too late.  Three of the amazon wives were blocking the staircase, armed with swords they had taken from the dead guards.  "We've come for the wolf bitch."


Reuben opened his eyes to find himself face down in his bed back in the old witch's cabin. Bouncing to a kneeling position, he sniffed the air, his hands brushing frantically through his long dark hair. "Dagan!" he was out of the room in a blur of werewolf speed, searching the grounds for any signs of the others. "Rolf!"  The dark haired male spun around as he heard a low growl just before the cracking of a branch.
The auburn wolf crept out from the edge of the woods, licking his muzzle, his amber-grey eyes showing fear. Moving towards his buddy, Dagan whimpered as he shook himself. The shapeshifter was stuck in wolf form unable to transform.

"Seems my timing was off." a voice said from behind them as the Seer stopped running, bending to catch his breath.

Reuben let out a deep sigh, puffing out his cheeks as he did, raising his right hand towards the Seer. "Dude, any idea what the hell is going on?"

"The visions were all over the place. Like channel surfing. I saw you here, Dagan being tossed around by Loki like a puppet..." the auburn wolf growled again lowering his muzzle as if to agree. "...Harker being stabbed, something to do with Rolf and a woman dressed as a bear, lots of amazons only they weren't dressed like normal amazons they had wings and horns, and there was blood, so much blood..." he made a small sound as he turned on his heels heading towards the chicken coop. The Seer returned a few seconds later with a dead chicken.

"Doesn't sound like the time for lunch." Reuben commented nodding towards the dead bird.

"I'm going to do a spell dumbass." the Seer mumbled, rolling up his sleeves.

"I should have eaten you when I had the chance over a year ago." Reuben snorted, his eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf. "Do not disrespect me!" he shoved the Seer hard, sending him flying backwards about ten feet. "You have no idea how much I regret turning you sometimes."
The Seer stood up gently, brushing the non-existent dirt from his butt, straightened out his arms before bending to pick up the dead bird and stalked off into the cabin. "We'll sort this out." Reuben sniffed as he crouched down to face Dagan. "We'll find the others and get you back to your old self, trust me."  The auburn wolf threw his head back and howled for what seemed eternity.

The Fort...

Our heroine took a half step towards the women, her eyes having flashed first to the pure white of the banshee then to the amber-grey of the wolf before turning back to their normal hazel. A sound seemed to echo from her throat, her chest that was more then a growl as a strong hand crashed across her shoulders, holding her back. She turned to see the Necromancer shaking his head at her.

"You can't fight them. There's no use." he nodded again towards the women, gesturing to the small bits of bone that were at first glance broken and split through the collar of the leader. "They're already dead."

"This one of your tricks? More zombies. I thought we had a deal!" our heroine hissed.

"We do. These aren't zombies, nothing to do with me. They're Valkyries. Soul collectors."

That's when our heroine realized she didn't hear Rolf any longer. She had not seen his point of view or heard him in her mind since the popping had occurred. So the boys had failed, and they were there to take Rolf's soul, every tiny scrap of it.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your (straight up story. Talk about cowboys from hell)

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