Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p13

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 213, chapter 213


The two werewolves and the familiar had been walking east for the last three hours, when they finally came to a crossroads. Stopping, Reuben stretched out his back. "Which way?".

Rolf shrugged wishing they'd thought to bring water. "Ask the mirror maybe?"

"I got this." Finn replied as he rubbed his hands together, making a gesture towards the center point of the crossroads. Something flew out of his hand landing directly on the middle point, but leaning a little more to the left side of the fork.  Reuben took a few steps closer to see what the item was. He was about to pick it up when Finn told him not to. "Think of it as a token to the crossroads. Which way is it pointing? Not leaning but actually pointing?"

"Dude it's a tarot card." Reuben replied squinting his eyes up, turning to look at the other male, still hunched on his heels. "Why did you throw a tarot card?"

"It's the Fool's card. The card of the crossroads." he replied walking closer to see what direction it was truly pointing in. "Left it is."

"I really don't like you." Reuben commented crossing his arms as he stood.

"That's okay. I don't like you either." Finn shrugged moving towards the left side of the road. Rolf sighed as he turned his back on them both, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You okay buddy?" Reuben asked half turning his upper body.

"Fine. Just got a headache. Could really use some water." he grunted blinking a few times as he swore sparks flew and popped in front of his eyes. "I got a bad feeling about having left her alone back there."

"She wasn't alone." Reuben added gesturing in the direction they had come from. "She was with like 200 men...and prince Vlad, the ultimate king of all bloodsuckers." letting his voice raise a notch, he brought his hand up to mock fangs. "Chill out. Nos is in heaven. Well, her twisted idea of heaven. She'll be fine."

"Yeah till she's not." Rolf said letting another grunt of discomfort escape him. "And you're not helping me feel any better." he said flicking his hair out of his face, turning his blue eyes up to look at his friend from under his eyelashes. "She's not exactly the shy quiet type."


"How long before she says or does something that pisses the prince off? A month, a week five hours from now? We left her with the man history dubbed the impaler. The guy slaughtered millions..."

"To save his kingdom. Not like he's some crazied serial killer."

"Isn't he? You've read the history lessons. Hero to his kingdom or not, he impaled people. And we left Nosferatu with him."

"What are you so worried about? She can take care of herself right? I mean, she's half banshee, half werewolf now, she has The Seer's all powerful spellbook, plus half your family tree hanging off her every word. Not too mention Loki would never let anything happen to her while she's still carrying his baby." Reuben said slapping his buddy on the shoulder. "Relax. I got this."

"Reuben, if something happens to her, I mean really happens to her. Not just a broken neck that being supernatural can repair, but impaled or decapitated or heart ripped out, not only is she dead but so am I. Do you not understand this?" he shook his head sniffing. "I think I should go back."

"No no no no no! You are not leaving me alone with him." he pointed to Finn. "Besides, Loki sent you here too. He had a reason for it."


Our heroine clutched the book to her once again, as if it were a shield as she swung her leather bag over her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" she clinched her teeth as she slowly turned to see yet another of the Oaken pack standing behind her.

"For a walk. I need to find some ingredients." she held up the book in both hands for him to see.

"What do you need? I'll get it for you." he said moving away from the tree trunk he'd been leaning on. He was dressed in what looked like dirty leather pants, boots and a simple tunic. Modern for the time, but so out of time compared to herself. Nosferatu hadn't even thought to mist herself something more appropriate; as she was still in the over sized t-shirt she'd been wearing before she came through the portal. At lest she thought to herself, she had had the sense to mist some yoga pants before Sebastian had found her.
Moving towards her, he held out his hand. "Oh no, you're not touching this book." she gripped it again.

"Then tell me what it is you're looking for?" he frowned, lowering his hand.

"Wild savory, mandrake root, willow bark and yarrow."

The werewolf chuckled as he looked off to the side, his hands now at his belt. "Mandrake root? There is only one reason you would want mandrake root." he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." he shuffled his feet. "Do you know what that baby means? Yes, I heard you talking." he pointed to his ears. "Shapeshifter remember. The whole pack knows."

"Look werewolf boy number 17; you asked. And I'm going to get my mandrake root if you like it or not." she snarled as she turned, only to stop as the winds picked up leaving the hint of another werewolf pack on the air. "Oh that's not good."

"They most likely were on their way already when you got claimed by your mate. Who, as I recall left you high and dry." the point was made with a hint of humour. "You're actually really lucky we got here first."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story Yes, he's the 17th or 18th werewolf to be introduced and no I don't have a name for him yet)

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