The Nosferatu Adventures
page 42, chapter 42
The creature stood over her, like double vision. Caramel but a second one red. It was like seeing a hologram or trying to watch a 3D movie without the glasses. The caramel wolf had his head bowed towards her while the red one was standing extremely still. Both versions were disrupted as another face pressed towards her. The one with the yellow glowing eyes that had stolen her in the pitch darkness of the crypt.
Our heroine woke to the feel of something over her mouth as she tried to scream, panic taking control of her.
"Ssshh! It's just me. It's just me." Dagan said one hand over her mouth, the other holding onto her wrists. "Calm down. Tell me what you saw okay. You were freaking out in your sleep, started to scream. Calm down." He let go moving closer to her, still in the bed. The sun was streaming in through the window, informing her that it had to be well past morning. "You are going to wake the whole castle if you don't shut up."
Our heroine covered her hands over her face as she took a deep breath feeling foolish. There was a knock as the door opened, revealing the Seer.
"Everything okay, I heard screaming of the panic kind."
"Told you, you have to learn to control that voice of yours. She's fine. Daymares." Dagan replied. "See hands to myself." he continued putting his hands in the air. "Not one drop of blood promise. All body parts are just where they are suppose to be." The Seer closed the bedroom door, but didn't leave. "You ever heard the term three's a crowd? Huh?" Dagan snarled at him but he still didn't move.
"I saw the thing-creature that grabbed me. Just a dream really." she answered, her hands still over her eyes. The Seer cleared his throat looking at the ceiling. "I know that sound, that sound means you had a vision."
"A vision? What? Me, what on earth gives you that idea...okay yeah. You caught me, I had a vision of you being...um well..." he cleared his throat again taking a large step towards the bed, his left hand at his chest palm flat, his right scratching at the back of his skull. "...shall we say, in a bad...bad situation. And there might have been a large bat like creature." he let out a sound as he suddenly found the invisible buttons on his t-shirt interesting.
Dagan blushed as he caught the meaning of the Seer's words, his dimples showing. "You're going to be alright you're going to be fine. Don't listen to him we both know he's full of it." Dagan whispered nudging her ear with his nose. She shoved him away as she got out of bed.
"We had a deal. That involved pants!" her voice took on a tone that was somewhere between mock horror and embarrassment as she pulled her own robe tighter around her, crossing the room to the bathroom closing the door. Dagan sat up the blanket puddling around his hips.
"I thought it was just a vague suggestion." he snickered."Seriously, you need to get over your shyness we're werewolves. We hunt naked." he said getting out of bed, the magic mist already leaving a pair of black pants in it's wake. "Don't look at me like that, with your pornographic visions you're just as guilty." The bathroom door opened again as our heroine walked back out. (get ready for the one flashback link)
"Speaking of clothes, where would I be able to find some? Don't suppose you have Bergdorf's on speed dial?"
"You should be able to create them like Rolf taught you. Have you even bothered to try?" Dagan answered. "I mean you've had enough wolf blood in your system that it should be second nature." he snapped his fingers. The Seer nodded telling her, he was able to magically create them after his first transformation without even thinking about it. Our heroine let out a deep sigh staring at the floor.
The two males stood there waiting to see what she was going to create, but nothing happened.
"It's not working." she complained letting her hands slap against her thighs. Dagan held out his hand towards her, waggling his fingers.
"You're trying too hard. Just relax." They watched her again for another few moments as she stood there staring at the floor before she ended up breaking out laughing.
"It's not working I'm deficient."
Dagan licked his lips moving a few steps towards her taking her hands. "Seriously, you're over thinking it. You need to imagine yourself dressed, and feel the current of energy wash over you. Simple." he nodded at her his blue eyes shinning. Tilting his head to the side he raised his eyebrows, a small wrinkle forming on his smooth forehead.
"Maybe I need more wolf blood." she said raising on her tiptoes then back down flat. The look that crossed Dagan's face was pure amusement as he shook his head slowly.
"Um...yeah when was the last time you fed?" the Seer asked suddenly, biting his thumb. Our heroine was taken aback with the question.
"When this one came barging in here yesterday like some lunatic eyes all wolfed out with a jealous rage. With the amount of his blood that got shoved down my throat, I should be good for days."
"Except for the fact that you lost nearly all your blood after he tore your heart out. You should actually be so beyond starved. Not just needing a wolf jolt but starved." the Seer pointed out to them as he moved his hands in circles. Dagan chewed on his lower lip, his one leg twitching as he thought about the whole thing. Mumbling something incoherent he crossed to the small chest that was under the window grabbing something out of it then tossing it at our heroine.
"Here. Should fit from before I was bitten." he commented running out of the room and down the hall to look for Victor.
Our heroine held the shirt up sighing as it only came to the middle of her thigh. " I'm so not built for mini-dresses."
Following the scent, Dagan found his uncle in the basement. He hated going there, hated the smell of the damp musky cells, of the sterilizing liquids. He hesitated as he reached the last stair. "What exactly did you have to do to save her?" his voice reverberated off the stone walls. The other male looked up at him from the desk he had near the back of the room, no expression at all on his extremely pale features.
"I had to put the heart back into her body reattach it and sew her up. Quickly, which I might add was a task in itself given the wound kept wanting to close. Vampire biology is a tricky thing."
"Vampire biology." Dagan said as he crossed to the desk slowly, touching everything along the way, his gaze roaming over the tubes and wires. He spotted a table with a sheet over it, and what he knew was another body under the sheet. His nose was burning from the smell of corpse. "Vampires need a lot of blood. Fresh blood. So what did you do about that part?"
"Ah, you're asking if I had to transfuse her blood? The answer is yes. Between myself, Bryon and a few very generous servants...she came through just fine." he smiled up at his nephew, sitting back in the chair a look of smugness on his face. Turning Dagan snarled.
"We're leaving. All four of us." he said mounting the stairs.
"I wouldn't advise it. There is another storm about to hit." Victor answered. Dagan stopped on the middle of the stairs his back still to the room eyes closed. He knew there was another storm coming, he could smell it in the air, feel the shift of the air itself, hear the electrical current in the atmosphere.
"There's always another storm coming. Isn't that why you picked this place?" he continued up the stairs hurrying back to the bedrooms. He didn't bother to knock on his brother's door, just walked in. Closing the door behind him, Dagan punched the wall. "Damn it!" he spun around swearing as his eyes turned to that of the wolf. "I knew she wasn't right." he said sitting down on his heels his palm now pressed against his forehead.
"What are you talking about?" Harker asked as he came out of the small bathroom still wet from a shower.
"Her scent was different. He did something to her. I know it. Replaced her blood."
"Um yeah wouldn't Victor have had to? She had been bleeding a lot. The servants are still cleaning up the hall." Harker gestured to the door as if that was all he needed to do. "We should leave while there is daylight. You know what today is right?" Dagan nodded then stood back up, running his hand through his hair. "I really don't want to be here for his little celebration." Harker continued as he began to get dressed. Dagan turned his eyes to stare at his younger brother, who was by now starting to look as old as him given werewolves aging slowed to almost a stand still. He'd only look about 40 when he turned 200, not a bad deal when you thought about it. Harker stopped buttoning up his shirt to stare at his brother, his mouth open. "Okay now what?"
Dagan shook his head mumbling, licking the corner of his mouth. "Maybe we should stay? Just one more night." he said moving around the room, his mind racing.
"Bad idea." Harker answered pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me what you're scared of?"
Dagan laughed. "I'm not scared of anything."
"Oh yes you are. You've got that look on your face." the younger man said touching his brother's shoulder. "Your eyes are all squinted up, that ridge across your forehead, mouth catching flies. That's your the world is so complex look. Which you only get when you're sacred of something." Dagan rotated his shoulders standing straight a grunt escaping his throat.
"Alright alright alright." he bowed his head eyes closed hands up in the air in a surrender motion. "What if by giving her the blood transfusion Victor has..." he slouched towards his brother again bringing one hand out in front of him making tiny circles with his wrist. "...shall we say lessened the sire bond between myself and that overgrown mosquito in the other room?"
"Isn't that what you want? To be freed of her?" Harker asked, a slick smirk on his face. Dagan scratched his jaw his lips in a thin line.
He moved his hand then in a bouncing motion. "She's got her uses I'm sure. Besides if the sire bond is ruptured between us, then that opens the door for that slutty eyeball to try his dark mojo on her. And if he manages to weave one of his little spells around her, then she becomes useful to him."
"In other words you're jealous." Harker threw his head back laughing out loud, clapping his hands together. "That's priceless."
"Dude, I'm not...I'm not jealous. Not in the slightest." he bowed his head again. "It's a werewolf thing you wouldn't understand."
"You mean if he has a mate he has a better chance of taking your Alpha position from you." he said matter of factly.
"Okay you do understand."
"I was outside with him last night while he did a ritual. I know he's up to something in regards to our little fanged female. And I don't see how staying here another night is going to do any of us any good?" the dark haired man swallowed as he found his boots.
"What do you think Victor's reasons were; are for seducing her? I mean, it's not because he thinks she's cute or anything, think it's to screw us over ?" the older male said gesturing between himself and his brother. "But you know he's up to something."
"Have you ever known him not to be up to something? Wife number two was for the money. You know, if you're so worried about loosing your connections, then there is a way to solve the problem." Harker laughed again his blue eyes full of mischief.
"Oh no, no no! Don't even suggest something like that."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me
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