The Nosferatu Adventures
page 312, chapter 312
Out of Time...
Edric wandered around long since having lost track of time. He gauged it to be somewhere after 2 a.m. just by the sudden rush of after bar traffic. He wasn't angry anymore, wasn't even sad. He was just numb. Thinking over everything that had happened in the last couple of months. How his life went from total crap to total high, back to...what was it even? It was still technically new. He could go anywhere he wanted, reinvent himself into whom ever he desired. All he had to do was keep on walking out of the city limits, never looking back. The male hybrid was more than tempted. His powerful thighs pushing him forward in the night. What did it matter if he did? Edric had nothing holding him to the city anymore. With his sire missing, he was alone. No family, no friends, no job and no pack. The gravel crunched under his boot as he continued on towards the grain elevators, the edge of the harbour in sight.
No pack. Well, that wasn't completely true now was it? He had accidentally turned Detective Arthur Holmwood, and there was Dagan, his sire's ex. Though none of the three could stand being in the same room with each other. The thought of them being a pack made the sandy-blonde male snort with laughter. Another round of heavy crunching underfoot as Edric rolled his eyes. Looking up, he spotted a few sailboats on the water, the lighthouse in the far distance guiding them. The thought then crossed his mind of renting a boat. Of just sailing across the lake into the next province or even getting out of the country. But that rocky land mass that seemed to guard the edges of the waters, the giant; spooked him. The idea of having to pass his ship by it sent a cold shiver through him. If werewolves were real, what was that thing out there on the horizon really? The waves began to crash up on the edge of what passed for beach. For the next few miles, all there was were rocks that seemed to mark the baseline between the lake and the sloping land. Edric took a seat on a larger one, his legs stretched out enough for the spray to lap at the toe of his boots.
The thought continued to invade the spaces in his mind, of just leaving and becoming someone else. Of finding work; something he could put his new found energy and strength into. Did werewolves work? Could it be possible for him to hold down a normal job? Construction maybe or rescue work? No, he shook his head at that one. The idea of any kind of bloody emergency scene would send him into a bloodlust. That also left out most sports now too. The dream he'd had the other day, he'd been a professor. He watched as a tiny pool of minnows glided around in circles just centimeters from his feet.
Sniffing, he leaned forward, his elbows now on his knees. And what about the rest of things? Our heroine had tried to warn him. Tried to get Edric to understand that claiming her as his mate would leave him vulnerable once Bacchus collected her. Letting out a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, resting his chin on his one hand. In the short amount of time, he'd gotten very used to having his sire with him. He sat up bolt straight, his eyebrows knitted together in worry. What about the blood? He could survive on the iv bags, that was proven already, but it was the connection he got from feeding off his sire, of her feeding off of him that really got him through it so far. It was itself, a drug. The real anchor for him now. The idea of not having another mate didn't disturb him half as much as the idea of never having that jolt, that high again did.
Now, he felt sad. Sad because he should have felt guilty at the thought. But hadn't. Edric rubbed the palms of his hands into his thighs, his shoulders tensing up as he swallowed the realization. He really did want her back. Selfish as his reasons were, as they could be, Edric wanted Nosferatu back!
He wanted to be with her in a house with a backyard just like the Van Helsing's had. Wanted to be able to sit in the kitchen in the mornings with her as they made breakfast, just like the kitchen at the Van Helsing house. Hell, if he could he'd buy the house from the three Van Helsing boys if they were willing to sell it to him.
No, that's not true either. When Edric thought about his life now, this new gift he'd stumbled into, he thought of sharing it with our heroine and the three Van Helsing boys. Seward, Ruthven and Landin were like family to him now. They were his pack.
Growling, he stood up tossing his head back, his eyes closed tight, letting out a scream of frustration. It wasn't anything like he'd allowed himself before. It was more than a howl of the wolf, more than a human scream. It was his banshee side that he allowed to rip through the night from his throat. And when he opened his eyes, they were not their normal human blue, or the amber-grey of the wolf, but the pure white of the banshee. Like an empty white socket.
"Bacchus!" the scream of pain chilled even him as he demanded the god show himself. "You have something that belongs to me!" he slammed his fist into his chest as the magick mist dissolved around him for a heartbeat. His own ears began to ring, as the last notes of the echo bounced back off the water. He swore the one sailboat that was closest to the shore bobbed a little more than it should have as the waves crashed harder. The hybrid waited listening to the animals, the birds, the very fish as they all quickly got away from him. His nostrils flaring he swore even the leeches miles out in the still shallow areas fled in fear. He screamed again.
"What is it with you mutts that you think you're so damn entitled? There are rituals to call on gods. But you lot...you just scream, throw a tantrum and expect the gods to answer."
"Who are you?" he spun around to stare at the female.
"Doesn't matter. I'm not actually here, I'm just a token." the female said crossing her arms. "Bacchus is busy, what do you want?" Edric snarled as he moved closer to her, his hand out in front of him. It went right through the female's neck like a hologram.
"If you know who I am, then you know what I want. I want my mate back!" his voice rose taking on a pinch.
"Wasting time here. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Nosferatu is Bacchus's now. Anything else?"
"Tell Bacchus that I'm going to find where he's hiding her. And when I do..." he stumbled forward, the figure having disappeared. "Shack!" he screamed again into the night air, this time scaring an owl. Gasping for air, Edric ran as a blur back to the Van Helsing's.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Anyone else got the theme for Love Boat stuck in their heads now? No just me then)