The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p5

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 229, chapter 229

Out of Time

Edward sat in the little coffee shop not too far from the studio, his fingertips pressed hard against his temples, trying to will the migraine away. The headaches were worse, constant, like grinding nails being pounded around his eyes, in the bridge of his nose, his sinuses.  Nothing worked other then Matilda's secret concoctions. Too bad he was technically at work still and couldn't leave that area of town to get to her shop. His lunch break was too short as it was for his liking.
The sound of the chair scrapping on the floor caused him to look up from his coffee. One of the girls from the wardrobe department smiled at him shyly as she boldly sat down across the tiny table from him.  He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth silently in annoyance.
Edward's nostrils flared as he instinctively sniffed. She was ovulating. He found himself grinding his teeth suddenly, his annoyance turning into disgust as he watched her lick her lips, ducking her chin just slightly in a innocent way. He couldn't suppress the snort of arrogance at the fact she was making a play for his attentions.
He crossed his ankles under the table, the tip of his right shoe bumping into her calf as he did. She pulled away from the movement, clearing her throat as she tried to assure herself this was a good idea after all.

The dark haired male was about to lean across the tiny table, about to play along with the woman's fantasy; about to smile his most effective smile that just made women swoon, about to suggest she follow him back to the parking lot of the studio to the small equipment shed behind the building, about to give in to the boredom he was feeling. His own teeth suddenly aching at the very thought of ripping the peach coloured silk blouse off her shoulders, saliva puddling in the back of his mouth at the idea of destroying what he knew was this woman's only sexy lace underwear.

That was until he saw her tuck a loose strain of hair behind her ear. The clanking of the cheap bracelet as she did echoing in his ears.  Curling his top lip as if in a snarl, Edward grabbed her wrist with a lightening fast movement.

"Where did you get this?" he hissed dragging her to her feet as he himself stood, his chair knocking over.

"It was a gift from a former co-worker." she managed to say as she tried to pull her arm away, the pain of his grip shooting up her arm as she sucked in a hard gasp. "You're hurting me." Ripping it off her, Edward took a closer look at it.  The charms no bigger then the tip of his thumb, as he held it in his open palm.  A wolf, a pentagram, a moon, a dream catcher, a bat, an arrow, and a pirate's flag with skull and crossbones. 

He's seen this bracelet before. More then once he'd dreamed about the very same one on the delicate pale wrist of his heroine. So much so, he'd added it his latest manuscript. Drawn it even.

"It's just a silver charm bracelet. Nothing special." she said wiping the tears from her eyes, holding her hurt wrist in her other hand.

"Not real silver." he mumbled as he tossed it back on the table walking out of the building.


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Could the Seer be reverting to his soul-less self?)