The Nosferatu Adventures
page 330, chapter 330
Out of Time
Our heroine wiggled out of Edric's grasp walking around him quickly as she entered the house. "I could use a hot shower. Is anyone in the bathroom?" she asked Seward. The younger male shrugged his shoulders hands in the air.
"Um...how is it you were able to hug me without me being shot across the yard like a cannon ball?" Seward asked as he ran to grab a stack of fresh towels for her.
"Long story." the banshee said letting out a hard gulp of air. "And no I don't want to get into it right now. I just want to shower and change into something appropriate for this." she said gesturing wildly. She made it up the stairs and into the bathroom locking the door behind her, before nearly collapsing. For Nosferatu, three years had past while she had been in the other reality with Reuben. Three years they had been stuck on the borders of Rolf's kingdom, fighting off the raiders while trying to get Shayne and Anezka to safety. Her original plan had been to bring Anezka back with her to this reality, but it just never played out that way. Rolf's sister had no intentions of being anywhere other than back with Bacchus, and it took them months to convince her she was better off without him. Ironically, it was Bacchus himself that managed to do so. Anezka had done a summoning spell, calling the god to her side. He didn't even acknowledged her when he showed.
A knock at the bathroom door brought our heroine out of her thoughts. She didn't have to open it to know it was Edric on the other side. Her banshee nature had gotten sharper while she'd been back with Reuben. She figured it had more to do with the fact he hunted and she fed off his blood. Reuben might have been angry for their situation, but he always played by the rules. It didn't take very long at all for him to start treating her like his mate. A few weeks at most. The natural instinct to protect her, to look after her while she was with him, even at the expense of both their own happiness, took a hold like a fish hook dug deep. Reuben's boyfriend had been human. There was no way to explain to him about the forced bond between them, without exposing the rest of things to him. In the end, Reuben sent a letter telling him that he was off to deal with the raiders invading the borders. Which he did. He just left out the fact Nosferatu was with him. It was only now, standing in the Van Helsing's bathroom that Nosferatu began to have any real regrets over that. After what had been the first six months in the other reality, she accepted that she might never make it back to Edric. Opening the bathroom door, our heroine had no choice but to allow her fledgling in. Neither of them said anything as Edric wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight to him to the point he broke two of her ribs. Still holding on to her, he flattened his back against the bathroom door, his eyes back to their human blue.
"One coded message in all that time." the sentence was nothing more than a heavy breath as the sandy-blonde male tilted his head to the side.Our heroine waited till she felt her ribs heal before she slipped her own arms around his body, leaning on his shoulder. "And why...why..." Edric let out a grunt as he tried to find a clear thought to express. "Do you not smell like you? I know that feeding effects it, but not to this extent." he shook his head slightly squinting his eyes. "I mean, this is like ...like..." he sniffed her again, the wolf in him battling with his human side. "...like..." Our heroine kissed him.
She kissed him, not because she hadn't seen him in so long, not because she was feeling vulnerable but because she didn't know what else to do to get him to stop talking. In that second of utter desperation, she kissed him. Her body pressed so tight to his, she could feel his stomach growling not just hear it. Her hands moving over his rib cage, down his thighs, across his butt. Not because she couldn't get enough of the feel of him, but because she didn't want to give him a chance to think otherwise. She felt every heightened emotion he had in that single act. All his longing, all his sadness, all his anger and confusion. Everything Edric had been trying to suppress while she was missing from his life. The hurt, the disappointment he'd been hiding from Seward and the others. Our heroine felt every bit of it to such an extreme, she could do nothing but sob as she took it in. The tears streamed down her own face in ice cold trails to puddle on the corner of her fledgling's shoulder. She had no way to explain to him why she didn't smell like her. Not without a fight anyways. They were on the floor of the bathroom before she got her barrings, Edric having magick misted his clothes, leaving the hybrid naked. She couldn't look him in the eye. Couldn't bare to see the relief and pain trapped within the blue depths. She stared then at his chest, focusing on the spatter of hair that ran across it and down the center of his stomach. Still a sign of the male's perfection. Edric was still Nosferatu's obsession.
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXT SEASON
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Poor Edric)
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