The Nosferatu Adventures
page 32, chapter 32
Victor stood on the bottom stair, leaning on the wall tossing what looked like an apple. He gestured to the the servant who was feeding coals to an oven, then disappeared back upstairs. The servant crossed to where our heroine's cell was, and with a large key ring opened it. He stood there blocking her for a few seconds, his eyes showing no fear. "Follow me." Our heroine grabbed the leather bag and did as she was told, following the man up the stairs to the kitchen. He pointed then to a large room telling her everything she would need was inside. "Consider yourself extremely lucky, cause I've never seen anyone be let out once they are in the basement." he shoved her inside the room locking the door behind her.
"He's lucky, I'm lucky we're all...lucky?" she whispered to herself as she looked around the room. It seemed normal enough, bed, dressing table, small bathroom, and a painting hanging on the far wall. It was a painting of a carriage with black horses. Strange, she thought for a bedroom. Then she spotted the clothes on the bed. "Seriously?" she picked the dress up with a huff.
She showered, dressed, and waited. The door to her room was opened about five minutes before 7pm. This time, a tall man in a suit opened the door, telling her to follow him. She nearly laughed when she realized that's all she's been doing the last few days, following men around. The tall servant stopped in front of a large set of double doors, and bowed to her then opened them. Walking in, our heroine wondered what trouble she was in this time?
Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze fell first on the shorter male with the dark hair that seemed to have a large redish-pink streak through it, then on Victor standing beside him at the window, each with a glass in hand.
Someone whistled causing her to turn. She smiled, finding herself having moved towards him without realizing it.
"Wow. I barely recognized you." The Seer's voice slithered around her, as he offered her a glass of wine. He took in the image before him. The dress was cut with a square neckline and thin straps,the hem to the knee in a colour that was not really neutral not really copper, her eyes smoky, her short pixie cut spiked up, and the mermaid scale necklace that Reuben had made, still hung around her neck.
Harker walked into the room from what must have been a library or something, carrying another bottle of wine. He stopped short, a strange look on his pale features.
"You must forgive the misunderstanding." Victor's voice cut through our heroine's thoughts. "Had I known you were my nephew's mate, I would have never allowed you to be thrown in the basement."
"What?" our heroine spun around in shock. The Seer sipped his wine as he leaned over her shoulder whispering in her ear.
"He thinks you're Harker's mate. Long story." he sniffed her ear, then her shoulder, his eyes closed.
"Nephew?" she blinked. "That explains why you look just like Ripper. Only you know paler." The Seer sniffed her hair then. "What the hell is up with ..." she glared at him from the corner of her eye just enough to catch the flash of the amber-grey eyes of the werewolf.
"I'll explain everything later. Promise." Harker said now beside her, his free hand at her elbow, the other still holding the bottle.
"This is my associate, Bryon." Victor gestured carelessly with the wine glass towards the shorter man with the streaked hair. Bryon grinned bowing his head.
"Why do you do that?" Harker asked, leaning so close to her, she could feel the pulse of his blood just at the hollow of his throat under the skin. "Call my brother Ripper so much?" Our heroine shrugged sipping her own drink, her gaze traveling to the exposed area of his wrist. He must have sensed something because he then turned to the others and said he needed a moment in private with her. Harker herded her into the next room, and closed the door.
"Okay, what's going on?" she asked finding it difficult to breathe.
"You're fangs were showing. No seriously." he pointed to her mouth. He moved her farther away from the door, deeper into what was indeed a library. "It's really a long story. God this place." he turned around in a half circle, his hand slapping against his thigh in disgust. "Swore we'd never return here. Won't have either, if the human eyeball in there hadn't of had a vision which triggered his transformation, which ended up drawing attention to us from the castle guards. Lucky for me, a few remembered who I was and well here we are." he sighed his shoulders slumping.
"And why did you tell him I was your mate?" she asked, licking her lips having to close her eyes and take a few steps back from him. The rushing of blood was starting to overpower her thoughts.
"Oh that." he smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Uncle Victor has a thing about family. And I couldn't say you were Dagan's. He thinks he's dead."
"Right, I think I need to pass out now."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring our heroine...me (yes another straight up story piece )
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