Monday, June 15, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p20

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 220, chapter 220

Out of Time

Loki stood up, walking across the glass floor, his naked feet leaving no smudges. Tossing a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, the dark haired god smirked to himself as he ran his hands through the iced water. Splashing his face, he shook his head nearly unable to contain his good mood. "I must remember to thank my dear little bat for giving me the idea for this body."

"These humans break so easily." a female voice sighed. Looking at the room's reflection in the mirror, Loki hung his head swearing.  "I mean, really cousin, one time and this shell is empty." Turning the dark haired god crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the sink, as the long legs swung back and forth of the woman now perched on the edge of the bed, draping herself over the now dead body of last night's conquest.

"Hecate. What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from yourself darling." she cooed smiling at him.

"So you felt the need to break into my office building, and kill my secretary?" he cleared his throat. "That's not cool."

"Well, you always did have a thing for shacking the help. Cliche, cliche, and dare I say, cliche." she picked up the dead girl's arm dropping it back down. "And who lives in their own office building?"

"Again, I ask what are you doing here?" he sniffed, misting himself a set of shorts.

"I need you to back off a little bit." she pouted, trying to tempt him. "Some of my devotees are part of that coven you've sent your mutts after to wipe out. I need them alive."

"Well that doesn't work for me. I trust you can show yourself out." he moved past her, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the little coffeemaker he had in the corner of the room. "You're still here?"

"Don't tell me you're still mad at me for that time in 1925? I mean really one little village flooded..."

"Hecate..." he let out a deep breath closing his eyes tight. "I'm working here. Deadlines."

"Fine, I can take a hint." she snapped her fingers disappearing into a puff of smoke.

"Clearly you can't." he mumbled to himself his good mood ruined. Sighing again,he hung his head letting his chin rest against his chest as he put the coffee mug down, crossing the room to dispose of yet another body. "Who lives in their own office na blah blah." he said in a childish mocking tone as he dragged the dead secretary down to the end of the bed, rolling her up in the sheets. "Worked for David Boreanaz the last season of Angel."  He misted a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt with an ironic print of the character Spike from the same tv show, as he decided to remove of the body the old fashioned way.
Tossing her over his shoulders, he began moving through the upper level apartment, turning on the lights in the massive kitchen. Every thing in the two floors he was using for both his office and apartment were white, glass and metal.  Loki began opening and closing the kitchen drawers, sending silverware in every direction, plastic food containers shuffled around not finding what he was looking for. "Where the hell are the garbage bags?"

The dark haired god finally found a roll of them tucked into the second self of a broom closet. "No wonder serial killers are crazy..." he grumbled trying to get the tiny plastic end to open. "These damnable things are child proof!" he swore loudly as he finally managed to get the body into the large black-green garbage bag, and headed out of the apartment towards the elevators.

Loki stood there humming to the generic music that pumped through the building's elevators, his left knee bouncing just as the doors opened for the underground parking lot. Nodding as he passed an older woman dressed for a business meeting, he leaned in over her shoulder, sniffing. The woman looked down at him, thinking he was just the janitor as she moved into the elevator pressing the button for the 9the floor. "I'm sorry, I can't talk right now; but I have to return some video tapes!" Loki screamed, dropping the bagged body, his other hand in a fist at his thigh, standing on his tip toes. The woman stared at him, a look of confusion and annoyance on her face as the doors began to close.
Tossing the bag back over his shoulder, Loki smirked as he continued on to the boiler room.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. What, like you weren't thinking it...)

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