The Nosferatu Adventures
page 301, chapter 301
Out of Time...
Edric stormed around the backyard, his double row of fangs bottom and top exposed, his eyes pure white of the banshee, his nails taloned claws. A roar escaped his throat that was more than an growl, more than anything any of them had heard before. Landin swallowed the bolt of fear as he jumped from the hood of the car where he'd been sitting for the last hour watching the hybrid. The sound shook the windows of the house, in pure anger.
"What do you mean you lost her?" Quentin asked over the phone. Seward headed towards the middle of their street trying to get out of ear shot of the very pissed off Edric. "How do you loose a 5'7 170 pound banshee? Like how?"
"Dude,dude, dude. We didn't loose her..." he said pointing to himself. "Technically, it was Edric who lost her. But but but...technically she's not lost. Just not in this dimension." the younger male said into the phone as he bit his thumb in worry.
"Again, I ask how do you loose track of a 5'7 170 pound woman?" Quentin's voice was barely audible over the sound of a mack truck honking and speeding past in the background.
"Bacchus." he said simply shrugging to himself as if it was all the explanation needed.
A few hours earlier...
Edric leaned on the ticket counter, the sliver coloured purse draped over his wrist, causing the two teenaged boys working the concessions counter to snicker. Nosferatu had tossed the object at him along with her black cardigan as she went to the ladie's room. Seeing the line was starting to form, the hybrid went ahead and bought the tickets for the latest western. Our heroine returned, startling one of the teens causing him to become extremely bashful as he took their snack order. Raising an eyebrow Edric turned to look at his sire not understanding what had caused the sudden turn of events.
That was his first mistake. Nosferatu was standing there in a grey tweed pencil skirt that came just below her knees, and a buttoned up blouse with sleeves that came to her elbows, a shade lighter. He had watched her agonize over the outfit for a half hour back at the warehouse; like any other woman would. With the sweater, she looked like someone out of the 1950's. It also reminded him of the dream he'd had earlier. Edric couldn't pull his gaze from her, as she seemed to glow. In fact, he felt dizzy suddenly and it had nothing to do with his emotions for her. The hybrid's shoulders began to tighten as his ears twitched. The air around them had shifted just slightly, giving a subtle hint at the collective rise in temperature. Sniffing, the sandy-blonde male snarled as he acknowledged the fact a few of the movie goers were starting to move closer to them.
"...Edric?" her voice slithered around his brain, causing the hybrid to do a double take. "My purse." she held her hand out for it. Moving his wrist so that it slipped onto her's, the male felt a tightness in his throat. It suddenly occurred to him, he'd only seen her interact with humans a few times before. He wasn't sure if this was just the half god thing or the vampire nature? Either way, he understood now why the others called the results a love spell. And whatever that was causing her to effect the humans in the room, it was causing the absolute worst parts of his werewolf side to come bubbling up to the surface. Edric wasn't sure he'd make it through the next two hours without ripping the throats out of all of them.
He finally understood the mixed messages. The sandy-blonde male realized for the first time, that his sire wasn't denying him out of spite or games; but because she wasn't sure his intentions were, well his intentions. How could someone who's designed to entrap, trust that anyone attracted to them is truly so? Collecting their snack order, he followed her into the screening room. It seemed to drip with the scent of something forgotten. The hybrid's nose was on full alert as he placed their snacks down, moving around the room, his face blank.
"We're going to sit here." he pointed to a row on the far side of the screening room, nearest the handicapped area. "It smells the cleanest." Taking their seats, Edric let out a deep breath, craning his neck around to see how many others were going to watch the film as well. To his relief, there were only three other people who entered the room. Half way through the movie, the sandy-blonde male began to get restless. He couldn't seem to sit still, his knee bouncing, shoulders feeling like they were too big for the small space; even though they had a whole row to themselves. He sensed before he even felt our heroine place her hand on his thigh in a mild attempt to get the fledgling to sit still. Which he then did for the rest of the movie. Edric sat in stone silence all his attention on the screen, taking in the shades of golden yellow dust that seemed to cover the actors clothes and the suppressed noon day sun that always seemed to hang behind some cliched clock tower. Just as the credits started to roll, he leaned over planting a unseen kiss on our heroine's temple. The hybrid felt a calm he'd never felt before as they left the cinema together, discussing what they thought of it. And for a few hours, Edric forgot he was supernatural. Forgot he was in a supernatural relationship. For a few hours he'd allowed himself to just enjoy himself again. Without thinking about the new rules, without thinking about the bloodlust, without thinking about his need to be pack alpha. For a few hours Edric was just some random hot guy on a normal average date with some nice geeky chick he had a crush on.
That was his second mistake.
Five minutes ago...
"Tell me again what happened?" Ruthven asked as he stood in the middle of the Van Helsing's backyard, a cigar in hand. Edric shook his head his eyes closed, nostrils flaring. He knew he needed to get things under control, knew he needed to be able to think clearly. Which wasn't going to happen anytime soon if he stayed transformed. Taking a few deep breathes, the hybrid managed to get his fangs to retract, allowing partial control over his own body.
"I told you. We were in bed and this pair of arms just appeared out of thin air, like from some bad horror film and grabbed her. Lifted her up towards the ceiling, like ten feet off the bed and pulled her through this whirling portal thing. I could see Bacchus on the other side, and she was gone!" Ruthven nodded as he took a few drags on the cigar rolling his hand indicating for Edric to continue. "What do you want me to say? That's it! I came right over cause I have no idea what to do!"
"Everything I have heard you guys saying about him, everything I've read in those spellbooks Nosferatu has been clinging to like her life depends on them, about these gods...Bacchus is more cruel than Loki. And Loki is the trickster! Bacchus, he waited...he baited you! He waited till you were emotionally attached to her and ripped her out of your grasp. Literally! What did you do to piss him off?"
"I didn't do anything!" Edric's words were pressed through clinched teeth. "He warned us days ago that he was going to take her. To have her lead some army or something. We didn't think he meant now!"
"So what he's messing with you for nothing?"
"I don't know? He is a god." the hybrid said practically spitting the sentence. "All I do know is I...I can't...I can't loose her." he shrugged. The male blinked, letting out yet another deep breath, his eyes shifting back to their human blue. "As cheesy as it sounds, Nosferatu is pretty much all I've got left. For the first time in a really really long time, I was actually happy."
"Well there you go." Ruthven said taking another long drag on the cigar. "There's your answer. You dared to have a happily ever after. Which in your case really would have been for all eternity. Haven't you ever paid attention to those crappy romance novels or bad horror films? Whenever the heroes start thinking it's happily ever after time, the big bad swoop in and poop all over it." he moved his hands in a smoothing gesture. "Poop, over everything."
"So what are you saying?" the hybrid did a double take shaking his head, his one palm up. "Bacchus stole her because we slept together?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Ruthven blew smoke in the hybrid's face.
"He's saying, style up your hero hair, we're pulling a Stefan." Seward said walking over to them. "What? I know I'm not the only one who watches Vampire Diaries."
"Dream you said something similar." Edric replied pointing at him. Seward's face dropped as he took a large step back.
"You dreamed about me? Dude, I don't roll that way."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Hero hair...)
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