Sunday, December 13, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p22

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 246, chapter 246

Darkest Forest

Dagan leaned against the door frame as he stared into the darkened room. He'd magick misted himself a pair of grey pants, a grey t-shirt, and a grey hoodie. Scratching at his jaw, the shapeshifter sniffed deeply, his blue eyes drinking in every inch of the place.  Leo walked out of the second bedroom in the old witch's cabin, slapping the younger werewolf on the shoulder. "Look at you, all gussied up. What's the occasion?" but he really didn't need to ask. Leo had felt it coming for a long time. Too long actually. Dagan was moving on, lest for a few decades. Immortals never stayed in one place for long. They couldn't.  Though, with lycanthropes, the packs rarely split up for long. But the pack hadn't been the same for years, half of them living here in the Darkest Forest, half living in the next kingdom with Rolf. The anti-vampire barrier still holding strong after all these years.

"You realize that right now, my brother Harker is off playing mediator with Jarl's pack?"  he crossed his arms rolling so that his back was against the door frame, crossing one ankle over the other. Dagan made a sound that was a half grunt half laugh.

"Trying to unite the packs?" Leo asked tilting his head to the side. "Isn't it a little late for that? Or early given that Damen is only eight?" he remarked thinking about Reuben telling him what happened when they had been with Vlad.

"Na." the auburn haired male shook his head looking down at the ground, the toe of his boot scraping on the floor. "They need blood from them.Need blood from all the packs actually." he nodded to himself more then to the older wolf. "Some sort of a dna test or something. To do with the kid. Not Damen, the other one. The one who came through the time portal. I mean, we know he's a werewolf that's not in question, but..."

"Rolf doesn't trust him." Leo finished his sentence for him, his own eyes becoming soft.

"Rolf doesn't trust anybody right now." Dagan shrugged bringing his hand up to his hair, smoothing it down slicking it back, then rubbing at his right shoulder mindlessly. There seemed a dull ache in his shoulder constantly since his return through the time portal.

"He's a king. I remember what's it's like. All that responsibility, constantly having to look over your shoulder, sleeping with a dagger under your pillow. Much like being the pack alpha. It's a tough gig."

"He doesn't even...doesn't even have a security blanket being king." Dagan's voice dropped to a whisper, as he tried to lighten the mood. "At lest as alpha you get the option of claiming a mate to help secure your position so no one challenges you."

"Until you don't." the dark haired male added as he smiled weakly at his friend. "I'm going for a hunt before bed. You take care man." he hugged the younger male not sure when he'd see him again.

Out of Time

Arthur sat on the floor of his apartment, half of which was covered in news clippings and files. Reaching for his coffee mug, the blonde knocked it over spilling it over two of the files. He swore as he frantically began wiping the pages, and that's when he spotted something in one of the crime scene photos. Quickly searching all the open cases involving the animal attacks, he noticed the same thing in two other files.

"Bay leaves?" he said out loud to the empty room. "Why would there be bay leaves?"

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. That's a fabulous question)

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