Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p11

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 211, chapter 211


"Can't believe you forgot that Loki was the trickster god." Reuben commented awhile later, still feeling the effects of Rolf's punch. Our heroine howled in frustration as her clawed hand slashed across her mate's throat, the gashes closing instantly.

"Get out of my sight! Take your damned mirror and go! Just go!" our heroine stomped away from the pack of werewolves and the familiar, heading deep into the middle of the camp. Rolf started to follow her when Sebastian crossed his path.

"Might be a good idea. I thought you had a mission of your own?" the bald headed male replied as he put one hand on Rolf's chest, shoving the mirror at him with the other. Rolf shook his head as the massive dark curls flew everywhere.

"No." he tilted his face so that his blue eyes were mere slits. "I'm not leaving without her."

"Your sister made a deal with Vlad. The mirror in exchange for her staying here." Sebastian added leaning in just an inch too close causing the werewolf to smile. He could smell the heat coming off of the man, the sweat that had yet to bead on his flesh and roll down his face and neck. Sebastian was hiding something but not very well. The nervous twitch that was already apparent in the soldier's eyes was starting to spread to his lips, his shoulders and before long his hands. The blush was not far away either. Nodding in amusement, Rolf backed away a half inch sniffing as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Jealous." It was a statement not a question as the taller male wiped at the corners of his mouth. Sebastian stiffened his right hand automatically hovering near the dagger he had in his belt. "Na, see at first I couldn't understand why you were hovering so close to her." he frowned. "Thought maybe you were just being a good spy? But still something didn't connect." the dark haired male gestured towards the camp. "Poking your head in the tent every chance you got. Was starting to think you were thinking things you shouldn't be thinking about Nosferatu." he scratched at his jaw. "That was until I saw how you looked at buddy over there." Rolf pointed then to one of the new werewolves, with the short dark hair and a thin mustache and beard that barely covered his jaw. "He is very similar to Vlad." Rolf punctuated the sentence with a slight bend of his knees. "Very similar in build, same shaped nose. And now..." he was a blur as he grabbed Sebastian by the back of his neck not letting him free. "We're leaving. They're staying. So you can stare at your little crush all you want."  his eyes shifted to the amber-grey of the wolf. "And they will be keeping an extremely close eye on her. If anything happens to Nosferatu while we're gone, your little love dove has full permission to shred your flesh off in a slow slow way." he spat on the ground as he let Sebastian go. Snatching the mirror, Rolf handed it over to Finn.

Running to the nearest tree, the familiar hung the mirror on a branch. Instantly, it seemed a small window to Nathaniel's library opened up. "Well it's about bloody time. I've been worried." 

"We hit a bit of a snag. How's the books looking?" Reuben asked smoothing his hair back into one of his trademark too smooth to be human ponytails.

"Chaos. Pure chaos. Whatever this rip in the whole timeline, it's gotten worse. And weirder." the British man said shaking a large leather bond volume in one hand. "More of the covens that worshiped that demonic self, that older version of The Seer, have not just survived, but thrived!"

"And that's bad because?" Finn asked silently adding to himself that his own witch therefore his own coven was one of those Nathaniel was worried about.

"They weren't suppose to. History has changed. At lest as far as my books here are telling me. Why haven't you done anything yet?"

"Loki send us here to the 1400's and told us to get you. We've just accomplished that much." Reuben answered."It still 1898 where you are?" the dark haired werewolf was getting impatient, his right knee itching. He just wanted to run, just to shift into wolf form and run for miles.

"What...yes 1898." he moved out of the frame farther into his library.

Turning to look at the others Reuben crossed his arms over his chest. "I hate when he does that."

"I heard that." Nathaniel replied returning into view.

"I meant you to." he turned slapping Rolf on the shoulder. "I better go say goodbye to Nos."  The other male frowned at him nodding. The ground crunched under Reuben's boots as he made his way to the middle of the camp. He didn't need to sniff her out to find where she'd gone, just had to follow the trail of blood that she had left.
Nosferatu was in the middle of what looked like a training pit, her face drenched in crimson as she stood over the lifeless body of one of Vlad's men. His chest looked as if a bomb had gone off in it, pieces of him dripping from our heroine's hands all the way to her elbows. Reuben's natural reaction was to taunt her as he clapped slowly, a grin brightening up his eyes.

"I was hungry." her words were solid but her voice trembled. "His blood tasted like tin but I wanted more." she turned to look at her mate, her eyes the pure white of the banshee with a pinpoint of the amber-grey of the wolf.

"Oh my god. Your first human." Reuben forgot how mad he was at her and just felt this strange pride over take him.

"I don't like it. It's like water compared to werewolf blood." she turned fully towards him. "Reuben, what am I going to do?" she inched closer to him, closing her eyes as she sniffed. "You smell yummy, what's that perfume your wearing?" the banshee reached both hands up to either side of his face, pulling him down to her height. "Don't leave me! I can't survive on human blood. I'll go mad."  Licking his lips, he grabbed her wrist bringing her hand to his mouth.

"Those extended pack members are staying while we do this. They'll make sure you're okay. Just try not to bite off more then you can chew okay. We don't need a repeat of last time you were pregnant. I still haven't forgiven you for cannibalizing Dagan and getting him tossed overboard."  Reuben answered as he growled, licking the blood clean from her fingers. "You good? You okay? Focused?"

Our heroine let out a breathed sigh as her eyelids fluttered, and her human eyes shone through hazel once again. "Okay yeah. Focused, will be after a cold cold shower."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Reuben needs a turn at being the face for awhile, he's been a heel too long)

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