Sunday, January 29, 2017

Coffee Talk Jan 29th 2017

Spudguns! is I, your heroine, Ardeth Blood, and I realized I haven't updated any photos of myself in a really long here's a tidbit for you. I do take inspiration from my daily life for The Nosferatu Adventures, in case you are wondering. 

Speaking of inspiration, if you've got a favourite movie you'd like to see me tackle for "What that Movie Inspired Me to Do" that I haven't seen yet, please leave me a comment. I'll be getting back into that end of things soon.

With that said, if you've read any of my "Top 5 Favs" then you've seen me cover a bunch of different genres, groupings, lists etc. I was wanting to bring that back, but with a twist. If you leave a comment with some of your favourite movies, if I haven't covered them on here yet, I do my best to. So basically I'm taking movie recommendations.

That's about it for now.

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p25

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 299, chapter 299

Love Me Like a Candle in the Rain

Edric stood at the whiteboard copying out the notes he'd spent the night making. It was the first day back from winter holidays, and he knew his students would be less than cooperative. Specially so when they found out the first assignment back was a ten page essay on Hamlet.

"Professor Quoyle." the soft voice slithered into the room. Looking over his shoulder, Edric did a double take, biting the inside of his lip. His knees went weak as butterflies attacked his stomach.

"Nosferatu, what can I do for you?" he put the marker down on the little ledge turning to face her, as she gestured towards the small office across the hall. Clearing his throat, the sandy-blonde male followed, looking at the classroom clock noting to himself he had about fifteen minutes before his class arrived. Closing the door to his office, he pushed the little glasses up on his nose, before leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

"We're short a chaperone for the dance tonight, and since you've yet to volunteer..." she wrung her hands leaning forward a half step.

"That's tonight? I thought it was back before the holidays?" he had remembered a few of his students talking about the dance before the winter holidays, but just assumed it had been the night before they'd left for them. "Can't I just take the detention class for like a week instead?"

"It's mandatory for all staff to cover at lest one of the school dances per year. We've had three already and you still haven't signed up for any of the other three up coming ones." our heroine replied scratching at her temple. Edric caught her smile as her gaze trailed over him, landing at what he suspected were his thighs. Tilting his head down, he licked his lips as the butterflies were active again. Normally, it was his arms that got the sweeping glances and nearly always a comment about how he worked out. He'd never admit it, but Edric secretly liked the fact when he caught Nosferatu checking him out, it was clear she appreciated all of him.

"So no on the detention?" he cleared his throat again. "School dances sucked when I was a teenager because of the teachers chaperoning them. And now you want to make me a massive hypocrite by making me into the chastity police." he uncrossed his one arm palm up. "What did I ever do to you?"

"It starts at 7:30. Do you want coat check or parking lot?" she asked walking past him out of his office, touching his arm as she did.

"Neither. Neither would be swell." he sighed. "I'll take coat check only because it's already -27C out there and it's suppose to snow tonight." Edric grumbled as he waited for our heroine to leave. Checking the clock, he still had a few minutes before he needed to get back to his class. Grabbing the phone, he dialed. "Seward, yeah I'm going to have to duck out of the poker game tonight. I got roped in last minute on chaperoning duty. What do you want me to say man, I got caught unaware. How was I to know they actually pay attention to who's volunteered to stuff?" his voice started to raise as he let his one hand slap his thigh in frustration. Hanging up the phone, he pushed the little glasses up on his nose once again, before turning heading back to his class room.

Edric arrived back at the school at 7:24pm, the sea of students already causing him to tense up his shoulders. At lest the building was warm. Unzipping his winter jacket, he draped it over a chair as he sat down in the empty class room that was being used for the coat check area. The desks had all been moved around the room pushed up against the walls, in order to allow space for the racks of hangers. All he had to do was sit back and make sure none of the students managed to sneak in the room once the dance started, to drink or make out. Not one of the easiest jobs but at lest he wasn't standing around in ankle deep snow.  The first rush of kids came like a tidal wave just as the clock hit 7:30, with everything running smooth until just after 8pm. That's when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Getting up, the sandy-blonde male did a sweep of the room, careful not to knock over the delicately arranged rows of clothing racks.

"You find anything?" the female's  voice caused him to jump.

"Bloody hell." Edric turned facing our heroine. A quick tint of colour heated his skin as he stared at her. Edric moved a half step away from the coats, rolling his sleeves up leaning on the edge of the desk. "I thought you were on parking lot duty?"

"No, one of the other teachers got that job. I'm just doing rounds. Checking the locker area, girl's bathroom that sort of thing. You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost?" our heroine asked reaching her arm out towards the rows of coats. Edric looked again towards the corner of the room.

"I thought I saw someone but..." he stood back to his full height his blue eyes straining.

"Only another hour to go." our heroine said touching his arm before turning to leave again. As soon as she was out of the room, he grabbed his phone calling Seward.

"Hey, you remember the librarian Nosferatu?" he took another sweep of the room just to ease his mind. Again not finding anyone hiding in the shadows, Edric returned to his desk.

"The redhead corporate-gothabilly, that you've been too chicken to talk to for the last two years. No, can't say I do." the younger male laughed on the other end. "Why, what's going on? Did she offer to save you the last dance?"

"I don't know, I'm tired. I could be reading the whole thing wrong? I mean, I thought I saw something moving around, then she came in and..."

"Dude! From the beginning." Seward said something else but had covered the phone. Edric heard him walking around on the other end, the clanking of ice and pouring of something.

"I'm alone in the coat check and thought I saw someone in the far end of the room. I got up to look, but nobody was there, then she came in the room like sneaked up on me, reminded me there's only an hour to go and touched my arm, which she does a lot. Yet she's never... I'm overthinking it aren't I?" he scratched his wrist before rubbing his eyes.

"You got a library card for an excuse to hang around her. Dude, you're way past overthinking it." Seward said.

"Shack you." Edric's voice held none of the sarcasm it was meant to. 

"What was she wearing?" Landin asked as he stuffed something into his mouth, causing his sentence to be mumbled.  Edric peeked out of the class room, just as a group of teenaged girls headed past him for the bathroom.

"You put me on speaker phone?"

"Yeah. Saves time on us having to have Seward repeat everything." This time it was Ruthven. Edric could hear him lighting his cigar. "The fashion victim wants to know what was she wearing?"

"Why?" Edric blushed silently "Um... dark jeans. What's that got to do with anything?" he closed his eyes silently telling himself he'd never hear the end of it. He really should have known better than to bring anything up with them. Letting out a groan of embarrassment, he swore.

"What was she wearing?" Seward repeated a slight jingle to his voice.

"Uh.." he peeked out the door again suddenly feeling like one of his students as he caught sight of her at the end of the hall. "The top has black and white polka-dots and short puffy sleeves. Very very low cut."

"Heels?" Seward opened a door and closed it.

"No. Winter boots cause you know, the snow." Edric pushed his glasses up on his nose again. A few of the empty hangers fell to the floor, causing him to turn around and investigate.

"That ghost back?" our heroine said from the doorway of the classroom. Edric swore dropping the phone. Bending to pick it up, our heroine was about to hand it back to him, when she heard Ruthven's voice.

"...she's definitely into you. So just slide up to her when she's alone, like in the back of the library shelving books and see what happens." Edric grabbed the little machine turning it off, the colour spreading across his ears.

"Were you and your buddies just talking about me?" she asked pointing at the little phone. 

"Uh...uh." he nervously ran his hand through his hair pushing the glasses up again. "Define talking about?"  he licked his lips. "See it's a funny story actually we were..." he waved the little machine pointing at it with his other hand. "...we were just trying to..." Edric's shoulders slumped as he began grinding his teeth together in embarrassment. "Did you need something?"

"Always." she smiled turning to leave again, this time heading in the opposite direction towards the gym. The lights flickering in the main hall as she did. Edric tilted his head to the side watching the lighting grid. Only the two lights by the gym had flickered.  A couple of the students appeared suddenly from the far door of the gym, heading down the hall towards the nurse's station. Sighing to himself, Edric realized he'd have to leave his post and deal with them.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. ooohhh spooky.)

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p24

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 298, chapter 298

Out of Time...

Edric stood on the top of the second floor landing, tilting his head to the side. There was something about the grandfather's bedroom that made his skin crawl. Cautiously, he entered the room not wanting to venture too far into it.  "You see it." our heroine's voice slithered over his left shoulder as she silently walked up behind him. Edric grunted as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

"The badly hidden panel or what's behind it?" he gestured towards the closet.

"Both." she closed the gap between them, resting her face on the edge of his shoulder. "It's like the reflection of a prism's light." she gestured towards the secret room hidden in the back of the closet. The male hybrid shook his head.

"I don't see anything other than the fact they are trying to hid something. But I hear it. Like a humming or a phone left off the hook." he wiggled his fingers near his right ear. He felt the female shift her weight as she reached for his waist. Dropping her hand to his hip, she squeezed past his left side, facing him. "What'ya doing?" Edric's blue eyes sparkled as he looked down into her hazel ones.

"Pushing you out of the room." she forced him to walk backwards till they hit the wall in the hallway. Giving  a short gasp of shock, she tapped her finger on his chin indicating he'd shaved. "For me?" she teased.

"What do I get if I say yes?"  Our heroine's eyes became slits as she moved from him a few centimeters, all the teasing having left her.  "No." he grabbed her elbow pulling her back towards him. "Not answering is not an answer."

"Edric you got what you wanted already. You won. You said it yourself, loopholed your way to being one step closer to being pack alpha." she closed her eyes lowering her face. "Why do you insist on continuing to act like you're interested?"

"I'm not the one sending mixed messages." the sandy-blonde male answered as he ran his hand through the limp mohawk, letting his mind drift back to the electric kiss only a few days before. Unexpectedly, his body ached in a very human way.

"Quentin called just before you got here. He had to go to Saskatoon. Took the book from the occult shop with him." our heroine said changing the subject, swaying first towards him then away as if on a string.

"When will he be back?" he dropped his voice sniffing her hair; his hands landing on her hips as if with a mind of their own, the material of the skirt crinkling upward as his fingertips moved like a spider.

"No idea. Bacchus sent him on some mission."  the male continued to run his nose across her ear and down to her shoulder; taking deep breaths as he traced her scent. It was his turn to back her up against the wall. "Okay what are you doing? Seriously, I'm right here haven't moved or changed my clothes or fed or anything in the last ten seconds to cause the wolfiness to kick in."

"Speaking of clothes." Edric took one last sniff growling; his nails ripping down the front of her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. "Please find something to wear that does not belong to Seward. You have no idea how much the simple fact you borrowed his clothes is making me want to rip his kidneys out. His scent is all over you...well not you you, but his shirt..." the hybrid planted both palms flat against the wall on either side of the female, bending his forehead to rest on her shoulder. The tension between them becoming more human by the second.

"You can't blame Seward. You were the one who loopholed things somehow claiming me. The mate factor will make you jealous, no matter what your real feelings are. Like it or not, you made your bed now you have to lie in it."  she ran her hands over his ears, down his neck and shoulders as she spoke not even realizing what she was doing, as if her brain had shut down. The magick mist rolled off him in thick tendrils, dissolving the hoodie he was wearing. 

"Shack it, come here." Edric's words were a hushed breath as he raised his face to her's. The kiss startling them both with it's frenzied heat, the feather touch of her fingertips igniting his flesh as she continued to trail them across his shoulders, the live wire of electric eels once again charged up his thighs, forcing the hybrid to physically push himself a few centimeters away. Reluctant to break contact, our heroine captured his face between her delicate pale hands, before letting them drop to his chest, tracing the smattering of hair. "You said I made my bed and have to lie in it; well, just so you know, I have no intention of that bed being cold." he stood to his full height towering over her, his own hands still on the wall blocking her in."You never answered my question. What do I get if I say yes?"

"Seriously? Are you seriously asking..." she watched as the laugh lines around his blue eyes got deeper; the smirk on his face forced him to lick his lips. "Wow." she ducked under his arm, moving from him taking the hem of the shirt and tying the ends closed. "You really want a double set of fangs around any veins in that area of your body?" our heroine started heading back up to the attic. Edric was a half step behind her, as he stopped to look again at the grandfather's bedroom. He could have sworn he'd caught movement in the corner of his eye. Shaking his head, the hybrid continued on after his sire the mood between them a few degrees warmer.

"Okay, so what's the next plan?" he asked locking the attic door behind him. Edric could not figure out why she was refusing him? He'd been as straight forward and logical about their situation as possible. It should have been more than enough reason for the female to trust him. He was starting to feel like the little mermaid, trying to win the prince's love without being able to voice the desire. "Another round of the locator spell?" letting the magick mist resurface across his torso, Edric was suddenly wearing a charcoal t-shirt.

"Honestly right now, I've got nothing." our heroine rotated her shoulders letting out an exhausted sigh, reaching for him. Flopped down on the sofa, Nosferatu forced him to join her. "I tried at lest a half dozen different kinds, the closest result was when you arrived earlier and the north candle moved. There was a time, back years ago now, The Seer was able to use his psychic abilities to link with me. It was a vamp thing. But, he's blocked me now or something. Or it doesn't work in this reality, I don't know?" once again, she started to play with his ear.

"I take it you tried?" he reached for her hand locking his fingers with hers.

"First thing I tried. I just ended up giving myself a migraine." Our heroine closed her eyes. Just as quickly opening them again she jumped up taking a step only to have Edric unintentionally stop her. He was still holding her hand. "Unless you suddenly have a cheat sheet on your palm, I need you to let go." she shook their still locked hands.

"Are you running to the bathroom?"

"No, kitchen actually. I left some spell books there."

"Are we setting up camp here?" he asked letting go of her. "Cause I could get used to this place." spreading his arms their full length, he ran his palms over the back of the sofa.

"It's very...charmed isn't it?" our heroine said smiling, making an open and close motion with her hands. Edric had to bite his lip, making a face trying not to laugh. "I'm sure Seward wouldn't mind if we crashed tonight, but beyond that we really should head back to Quentin's warehouse. There's a lot of work still to be done on that place."

"Quentin's warehouse. The place that was bought for the fact we were pack sized, which will be inconvenient for just us packless freaks. That place is never going to feel like home." Edric mumbled scratching his ear.

"Then don't go back. Go find yourself a cozy little hovel somewhere on your own." the banshee shrugged as she headed out of the attic. Edric sat there for a few long seconds in silence, listening to the sounds of the house. The sounds the pipes made as water rushed through them, the sound of the two stairs just before you get to the second floor landing that both groaned as you stepped on them, the buzzing of the electricity through the phone lines and refrigerator. The sound of Seward's heart beating as it pumped blood through his very human body.  Edric ran both hands over his face breaking the trance.

"Don't kill your friends, that would be bad." he mumbled to himself. Clearing his throat, the hybrid decided to head back outside to Seward's car, thinking he might need to get the last of the blood bags. Edric made it halfway down the stairs, when the sound of another car pulling up got his attention.  The male hurried to the kitchen where our heroine was still, touching everything as he did. "You didn't tell me that Arthur was coming back here." his words were a breath as his eyes flashed to the amber-grey of the wolf. Twitching, the hybrid cracked his neck, his nails extending on instinct. He practically slammed the female into the kitchen table as he moved standing behind her, his left arm around her waist. "Is this crap going to happen every time another wolf is around?" he asked referring to the fact he suddenly had the urge to hid the female. In fact, he was deeply considering shoving her into the basement and locking the door.

"So I've witnessed." Nosferatu replied patting his thigh. "You're the one who refused to read the warning label." she reached for a book on the middle of the table but found herself dragged a foot and a half away, as Edric backed them into the kitchen counter.

"It's okay, there's nothing to worry about." Ruthven said as they entered the house. The dark haired male stood with his hands up, a fresh cigar in one hand. "But, interesting enough for future reference, um, letting a freshly turned lycanthrope in a room with an MRI machine, or in the same wing of the building for that matter, not the most brilliant use of one's time. But it's okay, we're not getting sued, insurance covered most of the damages."

"The sound of the MRI machine hurt my new wolf ears." Arthur replied as he crossed his arms standing suddenly in the doorway.

"I wouldn't doubt it." Edric yawned. "Well, I need to sleep for like a week. I'll be in the attic." he let his hands slide up our heroine's rib cage before moving from her. Edric growled as he past Ruthven and the others heading back upstairs. 

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Comparing himself to the little mermaid, think Edric would look good as a redhead?)

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Random movie Jan 17th

Movie: Meet Wally Sparks
starring: Rodney Dangerfield, Michael Weatherly
genre: Comedy
format: Hollywood Suites Channel

plot:When a trash tv host is accidentally invited to the house of a politician, his director manages to convince him to do a live broadcast from the governor's house. They soon find themselves in the middle of a sex scandal that the governor is being blackmailed over.

This movie made me feel old. I remember when the majority of daytime tv was talk shows, both the Donahue style and the beginning of Springer style. This movie touches on the dividing line between the two "genres" as much as it does the dividing line between "old school comedy and new school raunch." 

Which Dangerfield managed to balance nicely. There are moments in this when you can see the more innocent style of stand-up comedy via Red Skelton, and the style of late night comedy you get today.  Such as the scene when the young daughter comes home to find a naked man in her bed.  Personally, I don't know how you can miss a naked man in your bed, specially when it's Michael Weatherly. (raise your hand if you remember him as Cooper Alden on Loving/City)

This was good for the time, and for what it was. A bunch of one liners delivered between a lot of physical gags.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p23

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 297, chapter 297

Out of Time...

The smell of the food hit him long before Seward came up the stairs knocking on the bathroom door. Edric opened it all the way, allowing the dark haired human to hand him the coffee.  "Wicked." the younger male said his eyes wide. He stood then in the doorway fascinated by the hybrid's actions. Edric couldn't help but smirk to himself in the mirror as he dragged his nails down his jaw, rinsing the shaving cream off.

"I thought it rude to use your razor." he cleared his throat. "Did he turn? Arthur, did he go full on wolf?" he snatched a glance at Seward's reflection gaging his reactions. Seward nodded.

"We had to lock him in the tool shed."

 "Damn! What colour was his fur?" Edric wiped his hands throwing the towel onto the sink.

"Black, jet black."

"Would you say onyx?" Edric sniffed. Part of him was disappointed that Detective Arthur Holmwood got the good side of things, but another part was relieved to learn they were not from Dagan's bloodline. This made them Rolf's. Turning Edric made a sound of boredom. "This is a lot to process. Um..." he closed his eyes, unable to think clearly. "Yeah, another thing, how long has your cousin been involved with Nosferatu?"

"Landin's gay remember." Seward responded quickly.

"Yeah I know that, not Landin you dimwit, Ruthven!"

"Oh the hug!"

"Yeah the hug. Were you not going to tell me about that little incident." his voice was pinched as he yelled at Seward.

"They're not involved." he made a snort of dismissal. "Shortly before she got here, the grey streaks in Arthur's hair disappeared, literally there one second gone the next. When she saw that she tried to give him a hug, she went flying across the living room, then tried to hug Ruthven and he went flying across the kitchen."

"She said he tried to hug her." Edric tilted his head to the side his anger beginning to melt.

"More like she turned facing him and told him to. Dude it was weird, if I didn't know better, I'd say he was hypnotized by her or something. Like, she said hug me now, and he just ...did what he was told."

"Huh, interesting." he swore shaking his head. Clapping Seward on the shoulder, Edric pointed at the plate of food. "I can't eat this, there's ranch dressing on it."

"I don't follow"

"Garlic. Lots and lots of garlic. Read a label." the sandy-blonde haired male moved past him into the hallway, sipping at his too hot coffee.

"So what do you think happened? With the no touching thing." Seward asked taking a bite of the sandwich not wanting to waste it. Edric shrugged as he continued on towards the kitchen himself, the promise of bacon and tomatoes leading him by the stomach. The hybrid felt his shoulders begin to twitch and tighten, as the faint scent of Arthur still clung to the room. He began touching everything in the kitchen marking his territory. It was all he could do not to actually say out loud 'this is mine'.

"I don't know, it's an anomaly." he began grabbing things out of the refrigerator stacking them up on the counter, searching the cupboards. "One minute everything is over, done, the sire bond shafted..."

"Wait, she broke the sire bond? How is that possible?" Seward asked. Edric nodded as he continued to heat up a fry pan slicing onions and tomatoes.

"She got underhanded and cried to Bacchus is how. Doesn't matter, she severed it. That female has gone out of her way to shack me at every turn, removing her soul so that she can't be claimed as someone's mate, cause she's been used for security before, therefore keeping me from becoming pack alpha." he tossed a large chunk of butter into the pan. "Removed the sire bond so that I no longer had a logical reason to be with her, therefore cutting my ties not just to the pack but her." he tossed in a large pinch of salt as he cracked two eggs into the pan. Seward watched completely amused as the angry hybrid gracefully moved around the kitchen at near break neck speed. "Then there was the attack by The Seer's minions. And she wanted to fight them alone, fine I sat back and watched her rip their hearts out. Then we ate them. Well, I ate them." he stirred the eggs with a splash of milk before tossing in the onions. "Yet somehow, she got outsmarted." he nodded as he began cutting up a potato adding it to the pan. Placing the eggs and onion on a plate with the sliced tomatoes, he added a large piece of bologna to the fry pan. Staring at the pan before adding a second slice.

"I'm confused. But you claimed her, so you two had sex and she tossed you out..."

"No. Actually, she turned me down more than once, which is weird." Edric snapped his fingers "Mustard? Pickles? I mean, come on I've had straight men offer to shack me."  Seward opened the refrigerator handing him a jar. "Sweet mustard pickles. Even better." he added a couple to the plate, the thick mustard sauce sticking to the fork, as he dragged it across the eggs.

"Yeah Arthur really liked those too." Seward commented as he got himself a cup of coffee.

"Really?" Edric held the jar in his hands, then licked the length of it. "Now he won't."

"I'm not putting that back in the fridge." he took the jar from him running it under the tap. "What is it with you werewolves and sticking your fingers in everything? You don't have to drool on everything...what?" he turned to see Edric standing there totally still eyes wide.

"I marked her as mine! I had transformed, felt a threat coming towards us, so I used my blood! I marked her! It was all over her and her clothes."

"I did the laundry after she got here."

"Yeah don't worry about that." he said dismissingly as he flipped the bologna and potatoes. "It was instinctual. Nothing to do with the sire bond at all." his voice rose in giddiness as he rocked on his toes for emphasis. He slapped both hands then on Seward's shoulders. "You know what this means right?"

"Not a clue." the younger male said, his curly dark hair flopping around his forehead.

"Me neither. But, I think it proves that she was wrong. Capital w ; wrong."  he turned his full attention back to the stove. "I wanted..." he made a face as he turned the burner off, serving up the potatoes and bologna to the rest of his plate. Edric sat down at the kitchen table to eat.

"You wanted what?" Seward asked leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Her to trust me. To accept me. It proves she finally did. Forgot the pepper."  Seward nodded handing him the pepper shaker.

"But, you're still not the pack alpha?"

"Yet. Give me time." Edric said before stuffing a forkful of food into his mouth. "That's actually secondary right now. " he turned quiet as he enjoyed his food. When he was finished eating, he put the dishes in the sink, licking his thumb, grabbing another cup of coffee. The hybrid couldn't remember the last time he had felt this comfortable, this confident. He wasn't too sure if it was the new knowledge that he'd found yet another loophole in the magickal contract or if it just simply had to do with the Van Helsing's house? He couldn't deny it was a house you could instantly get used to living in.

"So if that's secondary, what's the first thing?" Seward asked after nearly five minutes of waiting for him to continue.

"What? Oh." he moved closer to the human, dropping his voice to such a degree, Seward had to strain to catch what he was saying. "Getting her to admit she allowed me to mark her as mine."

"Why are you whispering?"

Edric pointed to the ceiling. "She can hear me, us. Super hearing remember." the dark haired human nodded his realization as the hybrid continued. "I need her to admit that she needs me. Values me."  

Seward looked at him smiling. "But why?"

"I need her to admit she wants me." Edric said slapping Seward on the shoulder again before heading back up the stairs to the attic.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. This is what happens when you get two people who've been hurt too often crushing on each other, neither trusts they are desirable.)

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Random movie Jan 14th

Movie: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
starring: Michael Cera, Kat Dennings
genre: Comedy
year: 2008
format: TV EDIT

plot: After learning that a band is playing an after hours gig, a group of teens spend the night following clues as to where the band will be, while dealing with the reality of their relationships being less then desired.

Based on the book.

Okay, so I was flipping the channels and saw this listed, hit the description for it and saw Jay Baruchel listed as being in it, and that was the only reason I bothered to sit down and watch it. Sadly, he only had four minutes of air time.

You've got a guy who is head over heels with his ex, who burned him, and the chick who has been secretly crushing on him for awhile finally spending time together, and the only thing getting in the way of them is themselves; their friends and two jealous exes.
I kept waiting for it to get funny. I could have done without the puking in the airport bathroom scene. It just seemed like there was nothing happening, just one long ramble of a game of tag.

I have to say, there was one line that was almost the redeeming quality for the whole movie, when the character of Norah is looking through Nick's music collection and says "you are literally like my musical soulmate". That line got my attention and just stuck with me for the last few hours. 

Sunday, January 8, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p22

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 296, chapter 296

Out of Time...

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something. Huh, ever think of that?" Edric crossed his arms staring down at her, his teeth grinding together. "But you've got such a thick skull..." he started to lose steam as he rolled his blue eyes towards the ceiling, just standing there pouting. He licked the corner of his mouth, shifting his stance just a little at the waist so that he was half turned from her. Our heroine didn't move, just stood there, her own arms now crossed, waiting. "What do you want me to tell you?" he shrugged leaning against the door frame as casually as possible.

"Tell me how it is that something that can't happen happened?" her own voice was soft.

"I can't!" he felt a tightness in his shoulders, his chest. Another flash of the dream danced behind his eyes. A scene from the disco of him sitting in a corner table, drinking heavily, three large wolves stalking around the room. It made him dizzy forcing him to breath deeply counting to ten.

"Why'd you come here?" she asked still not moving.  Edric chewed on the inside of his cheek shrugging again.

"I'd...I don't know?" he answered stepping away from the doorway, and into the room. "Look, I woke up in a playground a whole town over, and all I could think was that I had to be here." he spun around facing her, taking a few steps backward farther into the room, his hands out at his sides. "I woke up saw it was daylight and just ran back to town. There doesn't need to be a reason does there?"

"You turned Arthur. He's your bloodline now. There is a connection between you two, like brothers. Instant. Only, you didn't go looking for him, you came straight to where I was. The claiming barrier is in effect which should be beyond impossible because I don't have a soul to be claimed! So, once again, tell me why is it that I can grab you but I can't get near anyone else?"

"There is a glitch in the system?"  he started to laugh bringing both hands suddenly to his chest, making a drumming motion.

"This isn't funny."

"Yes it is." Edric tossed his head back and let out a howl of pure laughter. "If this is true, that means you're mine. Oh my god." he ran his hands over his face practically snorting with giddiness. "Dagan can't touch you. I win. I have no idea how I won, but I win."  he leaned in closer to her, his hands on her shoulders. "You know what else it means? It means that you lost too. You spent the entire night playing keep away only to get got in the end." he planted a rough kiss on her exaggerating the noise as he groaned. "This is priceless. Just too perfect."  She turned from him still caught in his grasp. "What?"

"You need to shave."

"Really? The universe just outsmarted you and that's all you have to say for it?" he touched his hand to his face. "Well, okay I'll grant you that."  slapping her ass he turned from her. "I'm in such a good mood now, I could kiss you for real." gesturing to the candles he bent down beside the pentacle. "What's all this for?"

"A locator spell. But, I was having a difficult time focusing." she sighed moving past him to a small sofa. Edric nodded to himself as he looked over his shoulder in the direction of the attic door. He could hear Seward in the kitchen clanking away with the coffee mugs, the smell of fresh grinds being opened filling the air. Quietly he stood back up crossing to the door, locking it. He figured they had less than five minutes before Seward came up to the attic with their drinks, and maybe two more after that before he demanded they unlock the door or found a key. The hybrid needed his sire's full attention. Sighing, he picked up one of the orange candles the still warm wax dripping on his hands. Putting it back in place, Edric sat down beside her on the sofa, playing with the bit of half melted wax between his thumb and forefinger.

"The night I turned, when you demanded I transform so you could see what colour my fur was..." he cleared his throat tossing the little ball of wax across the room. "What was that all about exactly?" he turned towards her, willing her to do the same. But she didn't. He ended up reaching for her hand locking his fingers with hers, the residue from the melted wax acting like a soft glue.

"Well, Dagan's bloodline is a redish-auburn colour, he was turned by Ash, Ash also turned Leo. Reuben is a caramel colour. He's a natural born lycanthrope, he turned The Seer. And Rolf is onyx. He's also a natural born. Being that I was sired by Dagan, and shared a soul with Rolf, it was pretty much a toss up between their bloodlines, but Reuben's family has claimed me more often. So... Why you bringing this up now?"

"I had a dream, and there were three large wolves in it. One of each of those colours. I thought maybe it might have meant something but..." he shrugged. Edric squinted up his eyes suddenly remembering something else. "When I got here, you said Ruthven tried to hug you. Why was he trying to hug you?"

"Enough share time there are spells to do." she tried to stand up but Edric grabbed her pulling her back down beside him. His blue eyes went wide, his mouth falling slack.

"Ruthven? Ruthven?" he shook his head in disbelief. "Ruthven? I've been throwing myself at you hips first and you're telling me..." he swore under his breath. "You keep telling me how hot I am, and you dis me for...why?"

"I can't have a just friends clause?" our heroine tilted her head towards him, her thumb roaming in circles over his, causing the male to release her hand he'd still been holding.

"Sure, if this was a normal situation and you weren't a mythical supernatural being who might very possibly turn into a full blown goddess." he let his hand slap his thigh feeling suddenly both very territorial and useless. "But it's not." he was too aware of the fact her fingers had left little imprints in the remaining wax, like a second layer of skin on his knuckles. Edric scratched the wax skin off.

"Right, cause if this was a normal situation, you and I wouldn't be here right now like this." she stated flatly.

"Why not?" the hybrid's ears twitched as he caught the sound of Seward's phone ringing downstairs. He figured that gave them at lest an extra two minutes. "You've got one argument against us, and logically speaking, it's crap."

"And it logically, no longer applies. Your only leverage was the sire bond. That's gone." she said getting up from the sofa moving back to re-light the candles. Grumbling, Edric shook his head, shifting closer to her, his arms dangling over his knees before standing up. He crossed to the attic door unlocking it, his one hand on the doorknob.

"That will work better if you add some periwinkle, mistletoe and thyme to the points."  our heroine looked at him in surprise. "My grandmother's best friend was a root worker."

"You never said you knew anything about hoodoo before?"

"You never bothered to take the time to get to know me." he shrugged as he walked down to the second floor landing. Sighing, Edric ducked into the bathroom closing the door half way. Leaning on the edge of the sink, the hybrid sniffed deeply, running his hands over everything without thinking about the fact, before shaking out his hand. His nails grew to sharp claws, as he began rummaged through the Van Helsing's cupboard finding the shaving cream.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. When have you ever known a man to shave because you asked? Right, me neither)

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Coffee talk Jan 3rd 2017

Spudguns! grab a coffee, lets' talk a bit about movies, monsters and mash-ups.  Today marks one month into the Blog Year 6; and as I stated last month, Blog Year 6 is going to be random. I did decide to make a small change in Night Bleeds for year two.

Not all the selections this year are straight up vampire stories. I'm tossing some witches and zombies into the mix.  

First selection will be the 1995 novel Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman and the 1998 movie version. 
The deadline will be the last Sunday in February 2017, which makes it the 26th.

The rules are otherwise the same; read the book watch the movie and blog about it. If you were inspired by the movie or the book to bake/cook/craft anything, add that to your post. You must have a blog to take part, and link to either this post or the Night Bleeds page, and let me know you joined in by commenting.

Monday, January 2, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p21

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 295, chapter 295

Out of Time...

Edric lay in the middle of the sandbox. His memory hazy. The transformation had left the hybrid screaming as every bone in his body rebroke itself, shifting and then realigning. Bringing his hands up to his face, the male was relieved to feel his nose back to it's normal shape. Making it to a kneeling position, Edric looked around, thankful the playground was still deserted. He wasn't too sure just how he'd explain being covered in blood. Stretching, he figured he could always just say he'd been drunk in a fight, and passed out on his way home? The male ran his hand over his shoulder, feeling every notch of muscle. He remembered running for miles, climbing over a few large buildings, roaming their rooftops.

Running for miles. Sniffing, he grumbled under his breath. He was in the next city. The sire bond had truly been severed, allowing him to have distance between himself and our heroine. Swearing Edric magick misted a hoodie, pulling it up over his ears, hiding his blood stained face as he headed back towards home. The sun had been up for at lest an hour, and there was no telling what had happened during the time he's been gone.

He remembered snatches of the dream, but nothing that seemed to fit together, nothing that made any sense to him. He had been sitting in a coffee shop, one of the ones attached to the big chain book stores, reading a book in a language he'd never seen before. The image overlapped with him dancing in what seemed like a 1970's disco, in a white and purple suite. Another image of himself in the 1880's, dressed as if he were going to the opera, a coach drawn by horses taking him through the streets. Himself working in a mine, that image overlapped with what seemed like a school dorm in the 1950's. With him wearing rolled up jeans and a brown sweater.  Shaking his head, the sandy haired male threw himself against the nearest building, his back flat, shoulders digging into the roughness of it. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths trying to clear the cobwebs. Pushing himself back to a full stand, the hybrid used his werewolf speed heading back towards the hotel.

The bodies had been moved. By Nosferatu he guessed. There were still a few patches of dried blood, but if you did not have supernatural sniffing abilities, you would be unwise to the fact a fight had happened there, let a lone the carnage they'd created. Grabbing a hold of the top of the window, Edric climbed back into the hotel room, lowering himself gently into the room. The spellbook was gone, but Edric's metal storage box was still there, as were two of the blood bags. Our heroine had obviously left them for him before taking off. He took a few minutes to clean up washing the night's events off him, before grabbing his stuff.  The male hybrid began sniffing everything, catching her scent, heading back out the window to find her.

"A disco?" he mumbled to himself as he crossed a nearly empty street. The sound of his own breath echoed in his ears as he found himself suddenly at a crescent street. There was a school to his right, a church beside that, and from what his senses told him, if he continued on turning right, there was a neighbourhood mini mall packed with noisy teenagers. Edric stood perfectly still, his hands in the pockets of the hoodie the box tucked under his arm, his nose in the air, eyes closed as a bus zipped past him. The air shifting in its wake forced the male to turn to his left crossing the main area and heading deeper into a side street. He growled low as a familiar scent filled his space, causing him to speed up.  Opening the backdoor of the car, Edric grabbed the backpack that was there, dumping the few contents onto the seat, before shoving the metal storage box and blood bags into it. Dropping the backpack onto the seat as well, he slammed the car door before turning his attention to the house.  The hybrid's momentum was stopped as he found himself thrown off the porch before his hand reached the doorknob. Howling in frustration, he ran up the stairs again, only to again be thrown a few feet. Running his hands through the limp mohawk, he kicked the ground sending rocks and dirt flying. "Nosferatu!" he screamed towards the living room window. "I know you're in there!"

"Right, right I have to let you in." Seward smiled as the front door suddenly opened. "This is so cool. Okay..." the dark haired male said practically jumping in place. "My first real guest since inheriting the house..." he cleared his throat bowing. "I invite you."   Edric snorted as he tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows knitted together. The younger male sidestepped still holding open the front door, the smile still plastered to his face. Edric let go of the tension he'd been unaware he'd been holding, as he crossed the threshold of the house, his arms suddenly relaxing and feeling like jelly.  "You want something to drink? Something to eat? I've got sandwiches. Landin brought a whole side of roast beef and a large ham with him from the shop cause he's a...butcher."  Edric bit his lip, his blue eyes falling up and down over Seward.  "How about I go make some coffee?" Seward's voice dropped to a near whisper all the excitement drained from him. Nodding, Edric turned heading up the stairs to where he knew our heroine was.  The hybrid ran his hands over everything, the walls, the railing, photos of the Van Helsings, a small vase that sat on a corner table, the need to mark his territory became stronger and stronger the closer he got to the grandfather's room. Edric stopped in front of the bathroom door. The shower indicating someone had recently been in there. He sniffed the edges of the door, his hands flat on the wall. Snorting, he continued on towards the bedrooms. The female banshee wasn't in the grandfather's room, nor was she in Seward's. Edric did catch the scent of Arthur though. It was obvious he'd been there, only hours before. Anger clinched at Edric's chest as he continued on to the attic. The sandy-blonde haired male stopped cold in the doorway, once he'd found his sire. She was sitting on the floor, a large pentacle drawn in the middle of it, four orange candles and one yellow at each point. Shaking his head blinking, he swore the yellow one had been floating a few centimeters off the ground.

"Dude, you totally need to see the collection grandpa Van Helsing has. He makes Matilda's occult shop look like a school kid's flea market." our heroine said getting up blowing out the candles. He noted to himself, as she was stepping over the edge of it, careful not to let the hem of the tie-dyed skirt knock over any of the candles; that our heroine had changed her shirt. Hugging him, she caused the male to stagger a few centimeters. The powdered blue men's shirt reeked of Seward's scent. Breaking the embrace just as quick, she tilted her head to the side. "Huh. Ruthven tried to hug me earlier when I got here, and he went flying across the kitchen." our heroine said ducking her face to watch Edric as he continued to lick his fingers touching the nearest bookcase; acting as if the hug had never happened. But she still caught the slight rise in his body temperature as he tried to suppress the soft blush at his cheeks. "He's at the hospital. Landin and Arthur took him. Concussion and three stitches. That sounds like the barrier when someone is claimed." The male looked at her processing what she was telling him. "Would you care to explain?"

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Let's just throw the logic out on this one)