Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The Nosferatu Adventures S6 p16

The Nosferatu Adventures 
page 170, chapter 170

Rolf snarled, flicking his hair out of his face, squaring his shoulders as he charged towards the other warrior, his left shoulder connecting with a tree sending him to his knees. The dark haired male shook his head, blinking as he pressed his palm flat on his forehead. He was no longer in the death matches, but in the edge of a field. Getting up slowly, he sniffed catching his barrings, spinning on his heels. He heard birds somewhere in the far distance along with the sound of rushing water. Whatever trick this was, he didn't care, just started to head in the direction of the birds. 
He hit the back of his skull hard against the bark of the tree trunk, blood trickling down as he found himself flat on his ass. There seemed to be an invisible barrier in the direction he wanted to go. Now he knew how Nosferatu felt whenever she found herself in a doorway.  Uninvited.

"Uh the exit is that-a way." Loki said appearing suddenly beside him, leaning against the tree. He had his head down, picking at invisible lint on his t-shirt.

"Where am I? What happened?" Rolf asked standing his hands out at his sides.

"I struck another deal with Odin. Called in a massive favour to get you out of there. Use it wisely because I wouldn't be able to pull any for anyone else in regards to him. Like for a few thousand years." he breathed the sentence through clinched teeth, his usually brown eyes the amber-grey of the wolf. Rolf found himself taken aback by the image. He'd never seen the god shift before.

"Really? What's the catch?" Rolf asked turning slightly, every muscle in his body suddenly on edge, his eyebrows knit together.

"See I like that about you. Very smart you know nothing comes without a price." the god poked his finger in Rolf's chest looking up at him. "The short of it is..." he leaned in closer his bottom fangs gleaming in the sun as he licked his lips. "I need you to claim your throne and then claim the girl. Basically." his right hand was pressed on the tree trunk beside the other male's shoulder. Rolf looked down at the arm that was semi blocking him, then began to grin.

"I think you've got the wrong werewolf." running his thumb and finger over the corners of his mouth, he let a deep laugh escape him. Loki just staring at him a grin of his own on his face.

"No I don't. Dagan made a booboo by making a deal with Bacchus, which I really don't want to get into cause it just makes me mad to think about it, and now, I need someone I trust to claim her as their mate." he looked at his wrist with the invisible watch gesture. "And time's a ticking."

Rolf tried to move away from him, but found the god's other arm suddenly blocking him in place. Sighing, the taller male cracked his neck. "First of all, you said throne. I'm no king. And second...eww."

"Not at all girly with that last comment." Loki closed his eyes nodding. "Your great-great-grandfather was a king. He was killed, poisoned. The man who then took the kingdom banished your family. The fact they were shapeshifters had everything to do with it. They settled in the other kingdom about two hundred years ago never looked back. But you are royalty. And my first choice to pair up with the female. Dagan, did what he does and well you know what happened that afternoon in the woods. Bacchus was ecstatic up till the other day. Then he freaked out and now...now we need to clean up the mess."

"Let's say I pretend to believe you. The claiming would never work because we don't love each other." the male's voice became pointed as he shrugged. "And there isn't a full moon scheduled until..."

"Until 48hours from now." Loki tapped him on the stomach. "Which is why I need you to get a move on, because she's smack dab in the middle of another pack."

"Problem solved." he shrugged again. "Let one of them claim the banshee."

"No I like this idea better." the dark haired god pulled a leaf from the tree chewing on it. "I've restarted my experiment with her. And given that she's got a piece of your soul, I'm expecting things to be a lot smoother this time around. Which is why by the way, the no vampires allowed spell is affecting you. You're connected. Not to the degree her and Dagan were, but you are connected." he spat out the chewed up leaf. "Hell, she's practically more shapeshifter then anything else right now."

Rolf swore as he rolled his eyes, staring up at the sky. "Why is it I'm always cleaning up Dagan's crap? I love him to death don't get me wrong, I've fought for him, with him, but somehow I'm always the one playing pick up."

It was Loki's turn to shrug as he moved a step away from him. "You've got 48 hours to do what I need you to do."

"If I don't?" he crossed his arms over his chest feet apart, taking a stance trying to appear calmer then he was.

"Then we've lost this battle. Either way, as long as Bacchus wants to keep her out of the darkest forest, you can't enter either." the god shimmered away leaving Rolf standing there in the shadow of the tree. Letting out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding, Rolf doubled over, his hands on his knees as he gave in to the fear he'd been feeling the entire time. Loki had never intimidated him before. But this had been different. It didn't matter that the god favoured a form that was a good foot shorter then himself, didn't matter that he was always joking around, or dressing like he should be sitting around a food court in a mall; there was just something grander to him. It was as if Loki's real height, real strength was towering over Rolf. Making him feel like a child staring up at their parent. For the first time in years, Rolf had felt small, weak, insignificant.  Turning, the werewolf headed in the direction he had been told to.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. It's a twist.)

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