The Nosferatu Adventures
page 182, chapter 182
"No. No, watch out for that dog...poo." Loki mumbled towards the mirror. "You think that after two years of being smack dab in the center of a pack of werewolves, the chick would know to step around the dog crap." he shook his head stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth, dropping half of it in his lap.
"Just what the hell are you up to?" Bacchus asked appearing from nowhere, removing the tie he had started to favour.
"The boys needed some reminding what she means to each of them. Her too. So I dropped them into one of those alternate lives you like to play in. Just for a few hours."
"What did you do with Victor?" he snarled nearly spitting the sentence as he walked around the room.
"He's in his own little world." Loki waved his hand in front of the mirror as if changing the channel to expose the older Frankenstein family member in a brothel. "He's set to find himself some spare parts for his own little experiments." the dark haired god said pushing himself out of the large armed leather chair turning to look at his buddy. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're still bitter about loosing your plans for an uber vamp. But she's not ready. You know that. You've seen how weak she still is." he let out a deep sigh rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.
"I thought the whole point of letting Victor take her was to keep her safe from Pan?" Bacchus replied his left hand jutting out pointing towards the mirror. "That his hiding her tucked away with all those barrier spells, and cloaking..."
"It is chill out." he moved towards the other god."I'm keeping an eye on it. If there's one hint of him..." Loki snapped his fingers. "I pull all of them out and safely back to their own world."
Bacchus ran his hands through his short sandy-blonde hair, turning in a half circle. "He's getting stronger. I don't know what it is, but..." he bit his bottom lip gazing at Loki sideways. "Do you think his cults have started up again?" Loki just shrugged not having an answer."I don't like this Lo. Two hours then put them back where they belong." he started to head out of the room.
"You should watch. I've dropped them in a rock concert." Loki's voice was smooth as he waved his hand once again in front of the mirror returning the image of our heroine as she stood scrapping the dog poop off her shoe. "Right up your membrane." Bacchus stopped in his tracks letting his chin drop to his chest. "This Reuben, this alternate Reuben Blacksmith, he's a dork. You're going to love him. I do." Loki pointed to his chest shrugging again. "I might even keep him. Let some of these alternate traits seep in to rough and wild werewolf Reuben."
Bacchus made a snorting sound as he turned slowly waltzing back into the room, taking a seat in Loki's abandoned chair. "And I thought that werewolf Reuben was your prize stud. No? Was I wrong?" he snapped his fingers, a bottle of wine appearing before him. "What's that boy done to his hair?" he said uncorking the wine pouring it into a goblet that appeared out of thin air. "What is that streak in it? I have to say, at lest werewolf Reuben has better fashion sense." he nodded towards the mirror. "He was the way Pan got to her before. Twice. Is he going to be the doorway every time? Should we maybe keep Reuben away from her for now?"
"Reuben's fine." Loki turned leaning on the large table watching the next set of events start to unfold. "I hope."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Reuben as a dorky nerd. Who wouldn't pay to see that?)