Thursday, July 25, 2013

Year 2 Mid-Season Rest of the Story 19

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 19, chapter 19

Looking around the darkened room, our heroine decided she needed answers. Answers that she just wasn't going to find in that cabin. Tossing the blanket down she headed out the door.
The auburn wolf woke with a start as he shook the discarded blanket off of him growling. His ears twitched as the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. Jumping up, he followed. 

The wet leaves crunched under her feet as she tried to remember which way they had come in order to get to the cabin. The rain still poured down making her task that much harder.  She felt her spine hit the bark of the tree before she knew what was going on. Dagan leaned over her, his left arm on the tree trunk, his hair plastered to his face from the rain, his eyes glowing with anger. They were not the amber-grey of the werewolf, but the normal blue of a human male; which frightened our heroine more. He said nothing for a few long seconds, just stared at her with his head tilted to the side his jaw squared. The tall male then leaned over and snarled at her simply pointing towards the cabin before sneezing.
Then sneezed again. Shaking his head, his eyes wide, mouth open as the rain continued to pour down on them, his demeanour changed. He gave her a meek smile as he wiped at her face, realizing that he'd sneezed on her. The two of them broke out laughing.

"In the last ten minutes, I have been drooled on and sneezed on. What's next, does Rolf or Ash want to cough up a fur ball on me?"  she asked as they headed back into the warmth of the cabin.

"Don't tempt them. They just might." Dagan said finding a towel and drying his hair.

Mid-morning as the sun beamed down and the birds chirped as our heroine sat on the porch. She had been trying to understand the last few days, trying to find the missing pieces to the puzzle that she was now in the middle of. Trying to figure out what the Seer was really hiding.  She slurped a cup of coffee.
That was until Reuben started to work out. He had climbed one of the large trees at the edge of the lawn, using one of the thicker branches as a balance beam, flipping and swinging. Our heroine could do nothing but sit in silence and watch, completely spellbound.

"You realize you are really, really not his type?" Rolf's low voice slithered in her ear, as he leaned over her shoulder taking a seat beside her.

"I'm not anyone's type." she blushed as she continued to stare at the werewolf as he hung from one of the branches by his knees, his arms straight down, hair everywhere. "No harm in looking." she replied still blushing as she turned to Rolf. He winced as the sun reflected off her.

"You kept it." the large man yawned.

"Shouldn't I have? Woke on the beach and found myself wearing it." she grasped at the mermaid scale necklace.

Rolf coughed then shrugged. "That was in case. Reuben wanted to make sure there was some sort of funeral rite. Just in case." Rolf scratched at his back wincing. "We were about to dump your body, and he suddenly starts whispering some prayer chant thing and added the necklace."

"It's still pretty."

"Speaking of the Fort. I want to say thank you for what you did." the large man glanced at her from under his hair.

"Don't. I saw how you risked your life just to find them. I knew you'd be willing to die in that match for them, so..." she shrugged. "Lest I was useful for something."

"You really need to change your perspective. Like just now when you said you're not anyone's type. You're just looking at it wrong."

Our heroine laughed as she took another sip of her coffee. "Um...let's see. Change my perspective okay. I like a guy who will never in a million years be interested in me. I am magically linked to another guy who is not interested in me. And then there is bachelor number three over there who even though is not interested in me thinks he should own me by default like a deed to a house. There isn't any other perspective on this. I'm in a place that is filled with guys and still there are no available men." Rolf gave her a puzzled look. "And I'm going to say something to you that no one has ever said to you ever I'm sure... Rolf sweetie, you are just not my type."

Dagan walked out of the cabin, took a deep sniff of the air like he was on the trail of something, scratching at his stomach, then grabbed the coffee cup right out of our heroine's hands taking a deep gulp of it. He made a face sticking his tongue out a couple of times. "It's so bitter. How much sugar did you put in this?" he turned back towards the cabin door disappearing inside.

"Did he just steal my coffee?" she asked in shock.

"You'll get used to it." Rolf said matter of factly.

"Seriously, why is it so bitter?" Dagan asked poking his head back out the door, a handful of sugar cubes being added to the cup.

"There's no sugar in it. I don't put sugar in my coffee." she answered as she watched the male stir the stolen coffee and take another sip. "And why on earth would I need to get used to it?"

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