The Nosferatu Adventures
page 197, chapter 197
"Love is a four letter word." Bryon said as he raised the empty whiskey glass, catching the light from the fireplace. "Where am I going with that?" he shrugged as he turned towards the large window pulling open the drapes. Dust flew everywhere as the one side caught on it's rod. Leaning one hand on the window, he squinted as he spotted the familiar talking to someone. "Victor is not going to like that. So much for a cloaking spell."
Our heroine's eyes fluttered as she opened them, trying to focus on the figure standing beside the bed. The dark haired male was leaning against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles, examining his fingernails which were long glass like points. "You've got to take better care of yourself. I can't be popping in like this to babysit...I'll miss too many hockey games."
Loki's voice was laced with humour as the god shifted his weight moving around the room. Our heroine made a noise as she sat up, her hand instinctively going to her forehead. She sat there staring at her hand for a moment, confused as the trinket gleamed in the light of the fireplace. "It's called a ring." Loki nodded towards her. "Don't worry, it's gold. Didn't want your hand burning off with a silver one. Even though silver would have suited you better." he smiled slyly suddenly chewing a piece of gum. "It's a gift. Not for you as much as for Dagan." he shrugged moving towards her, sitting down on the edge of the bed causing it to squeak. "He sees that it will have him thinking. But I do have a gift for you..." he sniffed leaning in closer to her, his brown eyes shifting to the amber-grey of the wolf, his voice becoming gravely. "Shack him. But you instigate it. You claim him as your mate. Taking the alpha position from him in the pack. Making the pack yours." he winked at her.
"That's possible?" she questioned the god unable to take her eyes off of his. Loki reminded her of some celebrity suddenly that she used to have a massive crush on. She blushed hotly thinking back to a publicity photo she'd once seen of the celebrity biting a necklace.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face bringing her back to the moment. Shaking her head she blushed again. "Sorry what?"
"I said it's a hexagon. The ruby is a hexagon shape." he grabbed her hand admiring his choice in jewelery. Smiling again, Loki brought her pale slim fingers up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. "I thought it was fitting."
Our heroine couldn't stop blushing as she felt the heat of his breath on her flesh. Clearing her throat she managed to nod, not even sure what she was agreeing to. "Okay then. Get some rest, eat something, and stay away from the mugwort! That's an order. I don't want anything happening to my little experiment there." he waggled his finger at her, lowering his chin. The god shimmered, disappearing leaving our heroine confused and still blushing.
Dagan had smelled the other werewolf's scent the second he arrived on the property. He'd waited in the kitchen,, expecting Rolf to arrive at the back door, a pot of coffee on. Only the larger male seemed to be hovering out in the back grounds for some reason? Slurping his own cup, the auburn haired male poured one for his buddy and was about to go find him, skidding into a circle as he back tracked to pour another. He didn't like Finn, wanted to rip his spleen out in fact, but that didn't mean he had to ignore common courtesy. Shaking his head, Dagan mumbled to himself as he made his way to them. A new scent filled the air as bonfire smoke trailed upward into the evening sky.
He said nothing as he bent to place the cup of coffee beside the familiar's foot in one graceful swoop as he continued around the small campfire to where Rolf was sitting.
"There's plenty of food in the kitchen Rolf, you can come inside." he sniffed as he took another gulp of the still warm liquid sitting down beside the other werewolf on a large tree branch. Rolf had obviously redecorated the garden, creating a small area that strangely reminded Dagan of the set up Ash had in his yard.
The bigger male snorted as he accepted the mug of coffee, his long mass of curls falling over his shoulder.
"That was the plan but something got in the way. How is she?"
"What got in the way?" Dagan asked.
"That would be the no fly zone your demonic uncle has up around here. Keeps the bat in and that furball out." Finn commented as he sniffed the cup of coffee to see if it was safe.
"She's rude. Making my life hell and just generally...making my life hell." Dagan replied scratching at his jaw, his eyes cast downward.
"Rude?" Rolf asked his eyebrows knitted together in question. The other shapeshifter refused to expand on his comment forcing Rolf to slap his buddy on the chest as a smile crossed his face. "She turned you down. Oh my god." the rich deep sound of his laughter echoed in the other two male's very delicate ears. "You're not as irresistible as you think."
Dagan sat there pouting as he finished his coffee, running his hand through his hair in a nervous twitch. "That's not funny." he stood suddenly as if needing to put distance between them.
"It is funny." Rolf remarked still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you two are fighting that feeling, that desire to shack up anymore...you aren't even affected anymore by the sire bond." Dagan opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, rotating his shoulders in a nervousness as he shuffled his feet.
"Well...I mean...there was a bit of blood drinking..." he stammered biting on his thumbnail.
Rolf nearly fell off his seat from laughter. He was doubled over beet red from it, shaking his head as he flicked his hair out of his face. "You never learn."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I'm betting Dagan blushing is a rare but beautiful thing.)