The Nosferatu Adventures
page 216, chapter 216
Out of Time
Edward yawned as he poured the coffee into the blue mug, sloshing it everywhere causing him to jump back. The laptop sat there mocking him, his cell phone buzzing with alerts, texts and other such nonsense. The stack of cold covered trade paperbacks threatening to fall over if he moved the wrong way. There was a knock at the door, consistent, long demanding.
Sighing, the dark haired male shuffled his way the ten feet to see who it was. Though he already knew, it was his publicist. No one else would be so annoying at 8:30 in the morning.
"Hi Roger." he mumbled as he opened the door, sidestepping just enough to let the man in before re-locking the deadbolt and the chain.
"Damn you're paranoid." the other male said cheerfully as he chewed on a long since wasted piece of gum. He was dying for a smoke, but had technically quit a year ago. Except for the occasional one he sneaked when he's wife was not home, or when he was waiting for a new client to show up who were usually late for meetings, or when he went to the strip club for his lunch break and drank five beers instead of ordering that burger he always claimed to order. So technically he'd quit smoking. "You're not dressed. We have to be there in twenty minutes, and you're not dressed." Opening the cupboard Roger grabbed himself a mug pouring what was left of the coffee pot into it. Slurping, he screwed up his face putting the cup down with a loud clank. "Tastes like diesel fuel. How can you drink this stuff so thick?"
"I don't think I can do this." Edward mumbled scratching his ass. "I haven't slept in a week. Well, not more then about three hours combined." his blue eyes were dull as he took a sip of his own coffee, daring to look over the rim of the mug at Roger.
The other man shook his finger at him, digging into his coat pocket handing him a small pill bottle.
"Take this. Just two. And get dressed we're leaving. You can't blow this one, not this time. You have no idea who's arse I had to kiss to get you this interview." He watched as the younger man shuffled his way then into the bathroom, listening to the neighbours screaming in the apartment next door, to the dogs barking upstairs. Shaking his head, the older man swore. Edward had been his most popular author for the last ten years, selling out wherever he went. The teen-young adult section of the stores plastered his photo on every shelf along with millions of copies of his books. That was until two years ago.
When the nightmares had started.
At first, Roger had thought the guy was just under a bit of stress, working too hard, touring too much and told him to take a few weeks off. And at first a break did him some good, seemed to rejuvenate him. Even talked about beefing up the stories with real folklore, wanting to tackle something harder then just teenaged vampires. Decided to use the nightmares to his advantage.
Walking around the apartment, Roger shook his head again as he studied the items that now sat on the bookshelf like a display of personal demons. Careful not to get too close lest they come to life. There were gargoyles, skulls, candles, small trinket boxes shaped like coffins. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a gothic writer. But the large book that now sat under glass in the middle of the display, on the black velvet cloth with the pentagram embroidered on it and the five onyx crystals that were placed at each point of the pentagram, the wolf teeth and claws that lined the front of the glass box. The worn tarot cards that took up space on the right of the shelf some Shaman was said to have given Edward. The strange jars of powders and herbs that sat on the second shelf beside a selection of small bones sent chills through him.
The bathroom door opened forcing Roger to look over his shoulder seeing Edward cross into the bedroom to finish getting ready. Smoothing down his tie, he ran his hand over his forehead clearing his throat. The need for a cigarette was gnawing at him forcing him to move some more, heading towards the coffee table that was scattered with notes. Flipping through them, his mouth fell slack. There were drawings throughout the pages all it would seem of the same woman. Names crossed out beside one drawing in particular.
"You've met her." Edward's voice said calmly as if the echo of a ghost. Roger held the page up asking who she was? Shrugging the dark haired male ran his hand through his hair as if preening for the piece of art. "My heroine."
He suddenly squeezed his eyes shut bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose grunting in pain.
"Those headaches again?" Roger asked reaching mindlessly for a cigarette which he didn't have any of. Padding down his pockets he sighed as he popped another piece of gum into his mouth.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. Need some fresh air and maybe another coffee." He sniffed.
"Well you can get both on the way we've got to go."
They found themselves standing in line at a coffee shop on the main floor of the building where they were scheduled to meet the editor, nearly late for the interview. Roger checking his messages every two seconds, hoping praying that the guy hadn't decided to cancel, hadn't decided that Edward's behavouir as of late was too much to handle, half way listening to a couple talking behind them.
There had been another set of attacks last night just after the bars closed which would have put them around 3am. Some kind of wild animals from the way the victims were ripped apart. Roger cringed as he listened, waiting for the girl behind the counter to stop trying to flirt with Edward and just give them their orders. It never stopped amazing him, how no matter what was going on in his life, Edward had admirers falling over him. The guy could walk out in the middle of the street in filthy rags covered in blood and still, all he needed to do was smile and women were throwing themselves at him. Like moths to a flame. He could be Jack the Ripper for all the world knew, but yet Edward never seemed to have to work for companionship. Like he had them under a spell.
Roger leaned over tapping him on the shoulder. "We've got to get upstairs or we'll miss the meeting." he pushed the younger male towards the door just as someone else came into the coffee shop with a newspaper in hand. The headline once again about the animal attacks that had happened, this time with black and white photos. He didn't get a good look as they were rushing out, but the newspaper guy slammed slightly into Roger's shoulder just enough to tilt the paper. This had been the fourth attack in under a month, and this one had been a block away from Edward's apartment. This time, there was said to be a witness. A man claiming he'd seen a large 6 foot wolf running around the area just minutes afterwards. "Wolf man strikes again." he read the headline as they headed towards the elevator. "Huh." Roger made a noise as he pressed the up button. "Not even a full moon." he smiled as he shook his head, the elevator doors closing.
"Sure if this was a hollywood movie. The moon has nothing to do with real shapeshifting. Folklore is filled with stories of Shamans changing while in deep trance state." Edward said from the corner of the elevator where he was practically hiding, one leg crossed over the other, examining his nails.
"Do me a favour huh? None of this voodoo crap for like the next half hour. Can you do that? Just get through the meeting without talking like a witch doctor." the elevator binged and the doors opened letting on the next group of people as they pushed their way off.
"Sure but I don't know how much I'll be able to say about the new manuscript then." he shrugged tossing the now empty coffee cup into the trash as they made their way into the office. They were shown in instantly by the secretary, who in the course of the minute and a half walk down the hallway, managed to unbutton the top button of her blouse and hike up her skirt just a half inch; in hopes of getting Edward's number. He barely glanced at the poor tart as he counted his footsteps, turning back to look at the front of the office, one palm pressed to his chest.
Entering the back room, Edward jumped back a half step. There was a large painting that seemed to cover half the one wall. It was a simple white canvas against a white wall. In fact, everything else in the room was white. The table, glass and steel, the chairs white leather, the rug a white pattern of circles. It hurt his eyes.
"Great you're on time." a voice said from the far end of the room. They turned to see a guy not much older then Edward himself, sitting in a large white chair that had what looked like wings coming up from the top of it. Like play-doh that's been stretched in all directions. His back was turned to them, a television screen propped up on a filing cabinet and a video game box on the floor. He held the only black item in his hand, the gamer as he leaned forward making a noise, the game itself on mute. Putting it on the floor, he turned around standing. "Can I offer you anything before we start?" the dark haired male said stretching. He wasn't much more then 5 foot 10, dressed in dark jeans and a grey t-shirt that had the word Detroit across it. "I'm Loki by the way."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well, you wanted to know what the Seer has been up to while missing...)
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Coffee Talk Tuesday May 19th 2015
Finally! I got off my lazy arse and made you my lovely Spudguns! a video!!!
It's just a quick little something, and don't panic, there is no sound for the first few seconds. I have yet to get any kind of music program for this computer so...and the editing program I have does not allow me to do voice overs with splitting sound...but, none the less, here's the first taste of me on here in video form.
It's just a quick little something, and don't panic, there is no sound for the first few seconds. I have yet to get any kind of music program for this computer so...and the editing program I have does not allow me to do voice overs with splitting sound...but, none the less, here's the first taste of me on here in video form.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p15
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 215, chapter 215
1462
Letting out a deep breath, our heroine shook her head as if moving a stray hair out of her eyes, even though she had short spikes. It was a habit she had developed when nervous. Clutching the book still to her chest, she began walking in the direction this new pack of werewolves were. "The last few years of my life has been nothing but fighting off angry demented egotistical wolves. Why should this be any different?" she commented as she continued on into the wooded area. The dirt crunching behind her as the Oaken male began to follow. "taDmoH" our heroine said as she half turned back around, her slim pale hand out in front of her.
The male found himself unable to move another step. Growling, he let his eyes flash the amber-grey of the wolf as he reached a clawed hand out, trying to grab her.
"What was that Latin?" he snarled again. "Unbind me!"
"Actually, it was Klingon. I don't know Latin." she smiled in the dark as she moved quickly away from him, not sure how long he'd stay under the spell. "Now, if I were a mandrake root, where would I be?"
She found herself at the edge of a small stream, unable to cross it. Stomping like a mad child, she swore as a heat began to rise around her. This new pack of wolves had circled tight, their breaths mingling in the night, directed towards her, forcing her to move closer to the edge of the stream. Unfortunately, that trapped her against the invisible barrier that kept her as a vampiric creature from crossing the running water.
The largest of the wolves advanced towards her, his ears flat against his skull, his muzzle covered in blood. He was caramel in colour. This made him Reuben's bloodline. Raising an eyebrow, our heroine smirked. "This is too easy." she said under her breath with just too much smugness. The wolf advanced again, slowly, growling, blood saliva dripping from his teeth.
Our heroine could not retreat any farther, the invisible barrier both tripping up her heels and holding her in place as if leaning against a wall. The large wolf pounced, snapping at her ear, nearly biting a chunk out of it before landing both front paws on her shoulders. Howling, he moved just enough to start transforming into human form.
He was about 5 foot 9, with jet black hair that was cut short, pale skin and brown eyes. His nose was not what you would call flat nor was it really round. And for a werewolf, he seemed very under shaped, nothing she'd come to expect from Reuben and the others.
The male wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the crimson stain not budging. Squinting, he demanded to know who she was.
"Nosferatu." she replied licking her own lips in amusement.
"Does that come with a last name?"
"You going to mist some pants there buddy?"
"No." he answered bitterly. "Answer me woman!"
"Currently, it's Blacksmith." she sniffed, adjusting the strap of her leather bag on her shoulder, still clutching the spellbook.
"Currently?" he scratched at his jaw, letting the mist tease around him leaving a pair of leather pants in it's wake. The other shapeshifters still in wolf form, hovering a little too close for comfort.
"Recently claimed." Her attention was drawn to one of the other wolves who was nearest to her right. There was something off putting about him, the way he kept licking his muzzle, one front paw twitching. Then she realized, it wasn't twitching as much as not putting weight through it. The werewolf was injured. Most likely happened while in wolf form, therefore not having had a chance to heal yet. "You going to shift then?" the question was directed at the other wolf.
"He's fine. Where's your mate?" the male asked still looking at her like he wasn't sure if he was going to turn her into bbq?
"Around. Why?"
"Because..." he was nose to nose with her then, his right hand at her throat. "I'm the pack alpha for the Blacksmith clan, and trust me when I say, you do not belong to any of us. So tell me again who your mate is? And how did you know about us?"
Clearing her throat, she reached over, grabbing his hand, breaking two of his fingers. "Not only am I mated to a Blacksmith wolf, I'm also the pack alpha of the Oaken wolves." she growled, her own eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf.
The male howled in pain shaking out his hand, the fingers healing instantly. His teeth were about to close on her neck when he stopped. The other wolves turned in unison, towards the direction our heroine had come from. There just over the edge of the river bank, a figure emerged.
The male werewolf suddenly turned his back to her, his arms out as if to protect her. "I'll deal with you later woman!" he spat, baring his teeth.
"That won't be necessary." the prince said as he slowly moved towards them. "You left without saying good-bye. I am insulted." He gestured towards her, never taking his eyes off the ground.
"It was getting a bit stuffy. Needed some fresh air."
"We had a deal." Vlad continued as he was then face to face with the alpha, who was still shielding our heroine from him. Tilting his head to the side, the prince flicked his wrist, sending the alpha flying sideways. "Not only am I insulted, I'm disappointed."
"I meant you no disrespect. Just wanted to get my mandrake root. Nothing more." she replied flatly. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the alpha in mid pounce as he sprang up from the dirt. "I've got this!" shouting, her voice caused all the wolves to wince. "He's not going to hurt me. Lest not this minute."
"I can not allow you to have the mandrake." Vlad made a clicking sound as he began to walk around her in a semi-circle, clearly avoiding the edge of the stream himself. Our heroine made a mental note of that, Vlad having at lest one of the same weaknesses as herself. "I do however, think it's best that you return with me to the camp. Say goodnight to your furball friends." He held out his left hand for her, waiting impatiently.
Sighing in defeat, our heroine relented moving away from the edge of the stream and starting to head back in the direction they had come from.
Turning towards them all, she growled."I will get what I want." she tightened her grip on the spellbook as she moved backwards. "Even if I have to kill everyone, and destroy every existing pack to do it."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." Vlad hissed. "From a mutt."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yep, more wolves.)
page 215, chapter 215
1462
Letting out a deep breath, our heroine shook her head as if moving a stray hair out of her eyes, even though she had short spikes. It was a habit she had developed when nervous. Clutching the book still to her chest, she began walking in the direction this new pack of werewolves were. "The last few years of my life has been nothing but fighting off angry demented egotistical wolves. Why should this be any different?" she commented as she continued on into the wooded area. The dirt crunching behind her as the Oaken male began to follow. "taDmoH" our heroine said as she half turned back around, her slim pale hand out in front of her.
The male found himself unable to move another step. Growling, he let his eyes flash the amber-grey of the wolf as he reached a clawed hand out, trying to grab her.
"What was that Latin?" he snarled again. "Unbind me!"
"Actually, it was Klingon. I don't know Latin." she smiled in the dark as she moved quickly away from him, not sure how long he'd stay under the spell. "Now, if I were a mandrake root, where would I be?"
She found herself at the edge of a small stream, unable to cross it. Stomping like a mad child, she swore as a heat began to rise around her. This new pack of wolves had circled tight, their breaths mingling in the night, directed towards her, forcing her to move closer to the edge of the stream. Unfortunately, that trapped her against the invisible barrier that kept her as a vampiric creature from crossing the running water.
The largest of the wolves advanced towards her, his ears flat against his skull, his muzzle covered in blood. He was caramel in colour. This made him Reuben's bloodline. Raising an eyebrow, our heroine smirked. "This is too easy." she said under her breath with just too much smugness. The wolf advanced again, slowly, growling, blood saliva dripping from his teeth.
Our heroine could not retreat any farther, the invisible barrier both tripping up her heels and holding her in place as if leaning against a wall. The large wolf pounced, snapping at her ear, nearly biting a chunk out of it before landing both front paws on her shoulders. Howling, he moved just enough to start transforming into human form.
He was about 5 foot 9, with jet black hair that was cut short, pale skin and brown eyes. His nose was not what you would call flat nor was it really round. And for a werewolf, he seemed very under shaped, nothing she'd come to expect from Reuben and the others.
The male wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the crimson stain not budging. Squinting, he demanded to know who she was.
"Nosferatu." she replied licking her own lips in amusement.
"Does that come with a last name?"
"You going to mist some pants there buddy?"
"No." he answered bitterly. "Answer me woman!"
"Currently, it's Blacksmith." she sniffed, adjusting the strap of her leather bag on her shoulder, still clutching the spellbook.
"Currently?" he scratched at his jaw, letting the mist tease around him leaving a pair of leather pants in it's wake. The other shapeshifters still in wolf form, hovering a little too close for comfort.
"Recently claimed." Her attention was drawn to one of the other wolves who was nearest to her right. There was something off putting about him, the way he kept licking his muzzle, one front paw twitching. Then she realized, it wasn't twitching as much as not putting weight through it. The werewolf was injured. Most likely happened while in wolf form, therefore not having had a chance to heal yet. "You going to shift then?" the question was directed at the other wolf.
"He's fine. Where's your mate?" the male asked still looking at her like he wasn't sure if he was going to turn her into bbq?
"Around. Why?"
"Because..." he was nose to nose with her then, his right hand at her throat. "I'm the pack alpha for the Blacksmith clan, and trust me when I say, you do not belong to any of us. So tell me again who your mate is? And how did you know about us?"
Clearing her throat, she reached over, grabbing his hand, breaking two of his fingers. "Not only am I mated to a Blacksmith wolf, I'm also the pack alpha of the Oaken wolves." she growled, her own eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf.
The male howled in pain shaking out his hand, the fingers healing instantly. His teeth were about to close on her neck when he stopped. The other wolves turned in unison, towards the direction our heroine had come from. There just over the edge of the river bank, a figure emerged.
The male werewolf suddenly turned his back to her, his arms out as if to protect her. "I'll deal with you later woman!" he spat, baring his teeth.
"That won't be necessary." the prince said as he slowly moved towards them. "You left without saying good-bye. I am insulted." He gestured towards her, never taking his eyes off the ground.
"It was getting a bit stuffy. Needed some fresh air."
"We had a deal." Vlad continued as he was then face to face with the alpha, who was still shielding our heroine from him. Tilting his head to the side, the prince flicked his wrist, sending the alpha flying sideways. "Not only am I insulted, I'm disappointed."
"I meant you no disrespect. Just wanted to get my mandrake root. Nothing more." she replied flatly. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the alpha in mid pounce as he sprang up from the dirt. "I've got this!" shouting, her voice caused all the wolves to wince. "He's not going to hurt me. Lest not this minute."
"I can not allow you to have the mandrake." Vlad made a clicking sound as he began to walk around her in a semi-circle, clearly avoiding the edge of the stream himself. Our heroine made a mental note of that, Vlad having at lest one of the same weaknesses as herself. "I do however, think it's best that you return with me to the camp. Say goodnight to your furball friends." He held out his left hand for her, waiting impatiently.
Sighing in defeat, our heroine relented moving away from the edge of the stream and starting to head back in the direction they had come from.
Turning towards them all, she growled."I will get what I want." she tightened her grip on the spellbook as she moved backwards. "Even if I have to kill everyone, and destroy every existing pack to do it."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." Vlad hissed. "From a mutt."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yep, more wolves.)
Thursday, May 14, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p14
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 214, chapter 214
1974
"You're sure about this man?" the kid asked as he wiped his hand over his eyes, sniffing madly.
"Oh yeah man, don't even worry about it. God fearing freedom man no doubt about it." Bacchus said leaning over his shoulder, squeezing it with his currently long nails, silver polish chipped on the one thumb. "You'll be herald a star. Pip the court and all that." he said as he bit down around the cigarette holder. "Just remember, you're writing history man."
A high pitched beeping sound started to whine causing the sandy haired god to turn looking at his hip.
"What's that?" the kid asked as he jumped the drugs having kicked in.
"What? Nothing man, nothing. Just my beeper." Bacchus said mindlessly as he read the number flashing at him. 1462. Cringing, Bacchus sucked back a blast of the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, the sound of the kid's hands scathing across the keys of the old typewriter, the ding of him hitting the return bar echoing in the loft. "Uh...just keep writing man, just keep writing. We need this completed as soon as possible."
"I can't promise anything. Real art takes time." the kid mumbled as he tried to concentrate.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I need it by end of the weekend."
"I don't work well with deadlines. It ruins my creative flow." he continued typing at top speed, hitting the return bar every 90 seconds. "What is this for anyways?" the kid asked sniffing into his hand again before changing the page in the typewriter.
"Bending the laws of reality is all."
2015
"Lucy, I'm home!" Bacchus sing songed as he shimmered into the room.
"You've really got to stop hanging out in the middle ages." Loki crunched around a mouthful of peanut butter and celery.
"That's the 1950's dorkbreath."
"Like I said, the middle ages. What are you doing here anyways, I thought I told you to go check in on our girl?" Loki moved around the room, reaching for a plate of chocolate chip cookies that suddenly appeared on the table.
"No, you only said 1462. No reason or details..."
"You were in a decade where you couldn't leave a message on those things." he pointed at the black chunk of plastic still attached to Bacchus' belt. "All I could do was leave a number. Why did you send her there anyways? Huh?"
"Cause when I saw her open that time portal, I just didn't want her back in 2000 again. That would have just put her right back to the beginning of Dagan's transformation. And since you didn't toss him back in the past with the others, I thought why not?" he clapped his hands together.
"And it had nothing at all to do with the fact Vlad was there? Or that the original Seer, that Edmund character was all mighty and controlling? "
"Might have." Bacchus said with a smirk as he sat down in a very large red chair. "Maybe she needs to be around some of her own kind for awhile."
"Werewolves are her own kind. You've known that from the beginning. She's got both our dna running through her veins." Loki cracked his neck gritting his teeth.
"And you don't think it's just a little bit one sided?" the sandy haired god answered crossing his legs, his hands now behind his neck as he laughed. "Chill out cousin. She's fine. And the second she gives birth, she'll be even better." he sniffed back a half snort as his fangs elongated; gleaming. "By this time tomorrow, Nosferatu should be up to her white neck in carnage. Then we'll see the real side of her come out." he made a noise that was purely sexual.
"If that's the way you want to play it fine." the dark haired god moved around the room, gesturing towards Bacchus dismissingly. "What were you doing in 1974 anyways?"
"Removing Dagan from the story."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story...Don't worry, Dagan never really gets removed I keep trying and failing...but maybe I'll misplace him for a few chapters?)
page 214, chapter 214
1974
"You're sure about this man?" the kid asked as he wiped his hand over his eyes, sniffing madly.
"Oh yeah man, don't even worry about it. God fearing freedom man no doubt about it." Bacchus said leaning over his shoulder, squeezing it with his currently long nails, silver polish chipped on the one thumb. "You'll be herald a star. Pip the court and all that." he said as he bit down around the cigarette holder. "Just remember, you're writing history man."
A high pitched beeping sound started to whine causing the sandy haired god to turn looking at his hip.
"What's that?" the kid asked as he jumped the drugs having kicked in.
"What? Nothing man, nothing. Just my beeper." Bacchus said mindlessly as he read the number flashing at him. 1462. Cringing, Bacchus sucked back a blast of the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, the sound of the kid's hands scathing across the keys of the old typewriter, the ding of him hitting the return bar echoing in the loft. "Uh...just keep writing man, just keep writing. We need this completed as soon as possible."
"I can't promise anything. Real art takes time." the kid mumbled as he tried to concentrate.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I need it by end of the weekend."
"I don't work well with deadlines. It ruins my creative flow." he continued typing at top speed, hitting the return bar every 90 seconds. "What is this for anyways?" the kid asked sniffing into his hand again before changing the page in the typewriter.
"Bending the laws of reality is all."
2015
"Lucy, I'm home!" Bacchus sing songed as he shimmered into the room.
"You've really got to stop hanging out in the middle ages." Loki crunched around a mouthful of peanut butter and celery.
"That's the 1950's dorkbreath."
"Like I said, the middle ages. What are you doing here anyways, I thought I told you to go check in on our girl?" Loki moved around the room, reaching for a plate of chocolate chip cookies that suddenly appeared on the table.
"No, you only said 1462. No reason or details..."
"You were in a decade where you couldn't leave a message on those things." he pointed at the black chunk of plastic still attached to Bacchus' belt. "All I could do was leave a number. Why did you send her there anyways? Huh?"
"Cause when I saw her open that time portal, I just didn't want her back in 2000 again. That would have just put her right back to the beginning of Dagan's transformation. And since you didn't toss him back in the past with the others, I thought why not?" he clapped his hands together.
"And it had nothing at all to do with the fact Vlad was there? Or that the original Seer, that Edmund character was all mighty and controlling? "
"Might have." Bacchus said with a smirk as he sat down in a very large red chair. "Maybe she needs to be around some of her own kind for awhile."
"Werewolves are her own kind. You've known that from the beginning. She's got both our dna running through her veins." Loki cracked his neck gritting his teeth.
"And you don't think it's just a little bit one sided?" the sandy haired god answered crossing his legs, his hands now behind his neck as he laughed. "Chill out cousin. She's fine. And the second she gives birth, she'll be even better." he sniffed back a half snort as his fangs elongated; gleaming. "By this time tomorrow, Nosferatu should be up to her white neck in carnage. Then we'll see the real side of her come out." he made a noise that was purely sexual.
"If that's the way you want to play it fine." the dark haired god moved around the room, gesturing towards Bacchus dismissingly. "What were you doing in 1974 anyways?"
"Removing Dagan from the story."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story...Don't worry, Dagan never really gets removed I keep trying and failing...but maybe I'll misplace him for a few chapters?)
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Coffee Talk May 12th 2015
Spudguns! How you? Hanging in there? Spiffy.
Remember few weeks back, I asked if you guys wanted to start seeing videos on here? I got so many hits to that...one comment, but like four times the usual hits, so I don't know if that's a show of interest or not?
I am working on a few of the "what that movie inspired me to do" projects, that I hope turn out enough to post on here. Maybe I'll post even if they fail horribly...cause when has failure really stopped me?
So, again, if you; my lovely Spudguns! want me to start upping the jives on here...yep I said jives...then comment. Cause hitting the post 700 times, doesn't really tell me much, in the long run.
And if you do, there might possibly be more cake. Does that bribe work on you?
till later...
Remember few weeks back, I asked if you guys wanted to start seeing videos on here? I got so many hits to that...one comment, but like four times the usual hits, so I don't know if that's a show of interest or not?
I am working on a few of the "what that movie inspired me to do" projects, that I hope turn out enough to post on here. Maybe I'll post even if they fail horribly...cause when has failure really stopped me?
So, again, if you; my lovely Spudguns! want me to start upping the jives on here...yep I said jives...then comment. Cause hitting the post 700 times, doesn't really tell me much, in the long run.
And if you do, there might possibly be more cake. Does that bribe work on you?
till later...
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Random movie May 9th 2015
Hot Pursuitplot: When a Cooper is partnered up to help escort a couple into witness protection, she finds herself alone after her partner is killed along with the husband. With no choice but to finish the job, and get the wife Mrs Riva, to safety. They end up having to dodge dirty cops, and a couple of mob hitmen while dealing with both a time limit and being suddenly all over the news.
This is the 2015 buddy comedy starring Reese Witherspoon and Sofia Vergara.
How can you tell it`s spring/summer time here? I can actually get out to the cinema! I hadn't originally planned on seeing this film, I mean, you see one buddy cop movie you've seen them all right? But, I decided to go to the cinema and this was the first showing of the day so...
Not bad for what it is. At an hour and half, it flew by. There is enough action to keep people interested, but the main attraction is the way the two leads interact. The chemistry is better then I've seen in recent buddy movies. I hope the two leads work together again.
With Vergara's accent and Witherspoon's fast delivery of lines, it's easy to miss some of the jokes, but it adds to the charm of the pairing.
Because this is just out at cinemas, I don't want to give too many spoilers, but the "shotgun" factor shows up in a few good moments.
And I have to say, stylish shoes and granny underwear rule the day.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p13
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 213, chapter 213
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The two werewolves and the familiar had been walking east for the last three hours, when they finally came to a crossroads. Stopping, Reuben stretched out his back. "Which way?".
Rolf shrugged wishing they'd thought to bring water. "Ask the mirror maybe?"
"I got this." Finn replied as he rubbed his hands together, making a gesture towards the center point of the crossroads. Something flew out of his hand landing directly on the middle point, but leaning a little more to the left side of the fork. Reuben took a few steps closer to see what the item was. He was about to pick it up when Finn told him not to. "Think of it as a token to the crossroads. Which way is it pointing? Not leaning but actually pointing?"
"Dude it's a tarot card." Reuben replied squinting his eyes up, turning to look at the other male, still hunched on his heels. "Why did you throw a tarot card?"
"It's the Fool's card. The card of the crossroads." he replied walking closer to see what direction it was truly pointing in. "Left it is."
"I really don't like you." Reuben commented crossing his arms as he stood.
"That's okay. I don't like you either." Finn shrugged moving towards the left side of the road. Rolf sighed as he turned his back on them both, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You okay buddy?" Reuben asked half turning his upper body.
"Fine. Just got a headache. Could really use some water." he grunted blinking a few times as he swore sparks flew and popped in front of his eyes. "I got a bad feeling about having left her alone back there."
"She wasn't alone." Reuben added gesturing in the direction they had come from. "She was with like 200 people...er men...and prince Vlad, the ultimate king of all bloodsuckers." letting his voice raise a notch, he brought his hand up to mock fangs. "Chill out. Nos is in heaven. Well, her twisted idea of heaven. She'll be fine."
"Yeah till she's not." Rolf said letting another grunt of discomfort escape him. "And you're not helping me feel any better." he said flicking his hair out of his face, turning his blue eyes up to look at his friend from under his eyelashes. "She's not exactly the shy quiet type."
"So?"
"How long before she says or does something that pisses the prince off? A month, a week five hours from now? We left her with the man history dubbed the impaler. The guy slaughtered millions..."
"To save his kingdom. Not like he's some crazied serial killer."
"Isn't he? You've read the history lessons. Hero to his kingdom or not, he impaled people. And we left Nosferatu with him."
"What are you so worried about? She can take care of herself right? I mean, she's half banshee, half werewolf now, she has The Seer's all powerful spellbook, plus half your family tree hanging off her every word. Not too mention Loki would never let anything happen to her while she's still carrying his baby." Reuben said slapping his buddy on the shoulder. "Relax. I got this."
"Reuben, if something happens to her, I mean really happens to her. Not just a broken neck that being supernatural can repair, but impaled or decapitated or heart ripped out, not only is she dead but so am I. Do you not understand this?" he shook his head sniffing. "I think I should go back."
"No no no no no! You are not leaving me alone with him." he pointed to Finn. "Besides, Loki sent you here too. He had a reason for it."
Meanwhile...
Our heroine clutched the book to her once again, as if it were a shield as she swung her leather bag over her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" she clinched her teeth as she slowly turned to see yet another of the Oaken pack standing behind her.
"For a walk. I need to find some ingredients." she held up the book in both hands for him to see.
"What do you need? I'll get it for you." he said moving away from the tree trunk he'd been leaning on. He was dressed in what looked like dirty leather pants, boots and a simple tunic. Modern for the time, but so out of time compared to herself. Nosferatu hadn't even thought to mist herself something more appropriate; as she was still in the over sized t-shirt she'd been wearing before she came through the portal. At lest she thought to herself, she had had the sense to mist some yoga pants before Sebastian had found her.
Moving towards her, he held out his hand. "Oh no, you're not touching this book." she gripped it again.
"Then tell me what it is you're looking for?" he frowned, lowering his hand.
"Wild savory, mandrake root, willow bark and yarrow."
The werewolf chuckled as he looked off to the side, his hands now at his belt. "Mandrake root? There is only one reason you would want mandrake root." he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." he shuffled his feet. "Do you know what that baby means? Yes, I heard you talking." he pointed to his ears. "Shapeshifter remember. The whole pack knows."
"Look werewolf boy number 17; you asked. And I'm going to get my mandrake root if you like it or not." she snarled as she turned, only to stop as the winds picked up leaving the hint of another werewolf pack on the air. "Oh that's not good."
"They most likely were on their way already when you got claimed by your mate. Who, as I recall left you high and dry." the point was made with a hint of humour. "You're actually really lucky we got here first."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story Yes, he's the 17th or 18th werewolf to be introduced and no I don't have a name for him yet)
page 213, chapter 213
1462
The two werewolves and the familiar had been walking east for the last three hours, when they finally came to a crossroads. Stopping, Reuben stretched out his back. "Which way?".
Rolf shrugged wishing they'd thought to bring water. "Ask the mirror maybe?"
"I got this." Finn replied as he rubbed his hands together, making a gesture towards the center point of the crossroads. Something flew out of his hand landing directly on the middle point, but leaning a little more to the left side of the fork. Reuben took a few steps closer to see what the item was. He was about to pick it up when Finn told him not to. "Think of it as a token to the crossroads. Which way is it pointing? Not leaning but actually pointing?"
"Dude it's a tarot card." Reuben replied squinting his eyes up, turning to look at the other male, still hunched on his heels. "Why did you throw a tarot card?"
"It's the Fool's card. The card of the crossroads." he replied walking closer to see what direction it was truly pointing in. "Left it is."
"I really don't like you." Reuben commented crossing his arms as he stood.
"That's okay. I don't like you either." Finn shrugged moving towards the left side of the road. Rolf sighed as he turned his back on them both, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You okay buddy?" Reuben asked half turning his upper body.
"Fine. Just got a headache. Could really use some water." he grunted blinking a few times as he swore sparks flew and popped in front of his eyes. "I got a bad feeling about having left her alone back there."
"She wasn't alone." Reuben added gesturing in the direction they had come from. "She was with like 200 people...er men...and prince Vlad, the ultimate king of all bloodsuckers." letting his voice raise a notch, he brought his hand up to mock fangs. "Chill out. Nos is in heaven. Well, her twisted idea of heaven. She'll be fine."
"Yeah till she's not." Rolf said letting another grunt of discomfort escape him. "And you're not helping me feel any better." he said flicking his hair out of his face, turning his blue eyes up to look at his friend from under his eyelashes. "She's not exactly the shy quiet type."
"So?"
"How long before she says or does something that pisses the prince off? A month, a week five hours from now? We left her with the man history dubbed the impaler. The guy slaughtered millions..."
"To save his kingdom. Not like he's some crazied serial killer."
"Isn't he? You've read the history lessons. Hero to his kingdom or not, he impaled people. And we left Nosferatu with him."
"What are you so worried about? She can take care of herself right? I mean, she's half banshee, half werewolf now, she has The Seer's all powerful spellbook, plus half your family tree hanging off her every word. Not too mention Loki would never let anything happen to her while she's still carrying his baby." Reuben said slapping his buddy on the shoulder. "Relax. I got this."
"Reuben, if something happens to her, I mean really happens to her. Not just a broken neck that being supernatural can repair, but impaled or decapitated or heart ripped out, not only is she dead but so am I. Do you not understand this?" he shook his head sniffing. "I think I should go back."
"No no no no no! You are not leaving me alone with him." he pointed to Finn. "Besides, Loki sent you here too. He had a reason for it."
Meanwhile...
Our heroine clutched the book to her once again, as if it were a shield as she swung her leather bag over her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" she clinched her teeth as she slowly turned to see yet another of the Oaken pack standing behind her.
"For a walk. I need to find some ingredients." she held up the book in both hands for him to see.
"What do you need? I'll get it for you." he said moving away from the tree trunk he'd been leaning on. He was dressed in what looked like dirty leather pants, boots and a simple tunic. Modern for the time, but so out of time compared to herself. Nosferatu hadn't even thought to mist herself something more appropriate; as she was still in the over sized t-shirt she'd been wearing before she came through the portal. At lest she thought to herself, she had had the sense to mist some yoga pants before Sebastian had found her.
Moving towards her, he held out his hand. "Oh no, you're not touching this book." she gripped it again.
"Then tell me what it is you're looking for?" he frowned, lowering his hand.
"Wild savory, mandrake root, willow bark and yarrow."
The werewolf chuckled as he looked off to the side, his hands now at his belt. "Mandrake root? There is only one reason you would want mandrake root." he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." he shuffled his feet. "Do you know what that baby means? Yes, I heard you talking." he pointed to his ears. "Shapeshifter remember. The whole pack knows."
"Look werewolf boy number 17; you asked. And I'm going to get my mandrake root if you like it or not." she snarled as she turned, only to stop as the winds picked up leaving the hint of another werewolf pack on the air. "Oh that's not good."
"They most likely were on their way already when you got claimed by your mate. Who, as I recall left you high and dry." the point was made with a hint of humour. "You're actually really lucky we got here first."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story Yes, he's the 17th or 18th werewolf to be introduced and no I don't have a name for him yet)
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