Friday, November 28, 2014

The Nosferatu Adventures S6 p15

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 169, chapter 169

The cat was now curled around our heroine's shoulders, his claws and tail clasped together. "Would you like me to take him off your hands for you?"

"You are the only person so far it hasn't shredded." Jessica said standing up straight, holding her one hand tightly. "If our aunt ever returns looking for him, we'll just say he ran off."

Our heroine nodded in agreement as she stood herself, thanking them for their invitation, agreeing that it was a shame it was cut short.  Quickly, she made her way back to the hotel room, having caught the scent of both Leo and the Seer, fully expecting to see them sitting there. She let out a sigh of disappointment when she found the room empty except for the hellhound.  Tombstone made a noise at seeing the marmalade cat. "Okay, I guess they went to find Dagan and Reuben." she said out loud, causing Finn to make a noise at the mention of the werewolves.  The hellhound jumped up from the bed and ran outside of the room, howling as he found the front door of the building closed. "Right, I forgot you can't shapeshift to use a toilet." she spoke to no one as she ran back towards the doorway, letting the hellhound outside.
She stood staring at the familiar in her hands, decided she didn't have a choice but to see if Jarl or any of his pack knew magick. Making her way towards his house, our heroine hoped she was doing the right thing?  When she had last seen Finn, he had left her broken up with her.

Our heroine found Jarl and Malone sitting in the small kitchen each with a beer in front of them. "Now why on earth would you bring that thing in here?" Jarl mumbled not looking up at her. Tombstone suddenly appeared in the doorway, his nose to the ground, following the trail of something or someone, before making his way over to where the werewolves were. Plopping down beside the fireplace, the hellhound curled up getting comfortable.

"Either of you know anything about shapeshifting spells?" she said mindlessly.  Both males started to snicker as they raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean...he's not a cat-cat...lest not all the time. He's a familiar, usually in human form...just help me find a spell please."

"Fraid you're out of luck there darling." Jarl said nodding at her as he took a long swallow of his beer.  "Closest thing to a witch that we've got is Malone here. He was a chemistry professor before being bit."   The marmalade coloured cat hissed as he jumped out of her hands heading towards the row of spices that were sitting on the counter.

"Something tells me we're going to need a witch for this...hold up." she covered her ears, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to make contact with The Seer psychically.

"What exactly are you trying to do there?" Malone asked as he got up from the table, moving around her for another beer. The dark haired male was about 5 foot 9, with piercing blue eyes and a thin beard that lined his jaw. Scratching at his left shoulder, our heroine spotted a tattoo, thinking it looked familiar to her. "What? This...zodiac." he smiled showing off his dimples.  But she didn't hear him, as she was then doubled over holding her skull.

"Okay turn down the volume in there." she said out loud. "four sprigs of pine, a litre of blood...someone write this down..." she rattled off the rest of the spell, the taste of cooper and salt heavy on her lips as her nose started to bleed. The trail of crimson got the attention of the hellhound as he whimpered dancing in circles around her.

It took them almost two hours before they completed the spell and Finn was standing in front of them in human form. Grabbing the female, he hugged her breathing in her scent. "You smell less like a banshee and more like one of those furballs." he hissed unintentionally on the 's' in each word. "In fact..." he moved back from her just an inch, looking her over. "Your aura is crazy. Like it can't decide what it wants to be." he raised his hand holding it over her stomach. "Oh my god! You'!"

"Yeah. A lot has happened since we all saw you last." she said ducking her head, pointing towards the familiar. "I mean, look at you. What happened for you to be with those people?"

Finn shrugged. "I was cat-napped. This psycho witch wanted a pet and thought I was her type or something. I wasn't even sure you'd realize it was me." his right hand slithered over her spine, falling at her hip.

"It was your eyes. I haven't seen eyes like that in anyone else, cat or otherwise." she blushed.

"Speaking of..." he lifted his chin towards her, his hands on her ribcage. "How is it you're knocked up?"

"Loki used a spell." she felt her throat start to tighten causing her to gasp for air her chest feeling like someone had punched her, as her knees buckled, sending her to the floor. She felt like she was being burned from the inside out, her pale skin covered in red marks and bruises. A scream ripped from her once she was able to breathe, causing the werewolves and the familiar to cover their ears.  The hellhound had run out of the house in fear, as our heroine's voice shattered the nearest window. "I...I thi...think Dagan's de...dead." her voice was nearly non-audible as she continued to kneel on the floor, blood saliva dripping from her mouth, her eyes having changed to the pure white of the banshee. She nearly choked as she vomited up more blood, her limbs still shaky. "What colour is my hair?"

"What?" Jarl asked through the ringing in his delicate werewolf ears.

Our heroine slammed her hand down on the floor causing a crack in the wood. "What colour is my hair! Are there any grey streaks?"

"No. It's all one colour, like a reddish brown." the confused werewolf answered sniffing. Shaking his head he sniffed again, this time having caught an unfamiliar scent in the room. "I don't smell your mate anymore. I think you might be right about him being dead. You don't seem to be claimed anymore."

An hour later...

Leo put his arm out, causing the Seer to smash into him, falling on his butt. "You hear that?" he pointed in the general direction of the castle. The Seer sat for a long second listening before getting back up to his feet wiping the dirt from him.

"Reuben. Angry." he replied as the two of them tore off in the direction that the voices were coming from. "Have a feeling we're too late to stop what I saw in my vision."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your (straight up story. This changes everything.)

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