The Nosferatu Adventures
page 87, chapter 87
The Seer finally caught up with her, grabbing her by the shoulder. He was doubled over hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Time out babe." he closed his eyes, then crumpled to the ground. "Since when can you run like that?"
"You sent us into the past! You sent us..." she made a sound that to the Seer was pure animalistic as she spun around her hands in her hair. "Okay, okay let me think for a second." she breathed sharply, closing her eyes. "Harker, our Harker is 32 or so and this Harker, is a teenager so that means you hurled us back what...12 or 13 years ago?" she started to pace back and forth. "Okay, okay we will just open another portal and try again. In the mean time, we'll just lower our profiles. Yeah, that's it." She opened her eyes to see the dark haired werewolf shaking his head at her.
"Sure, but I need a few days. That portal took more out of me then I thought it would. I need to feed, everything. My sidhe side, my werewolf side. Energy, magic, normal food. And I need to sleep."
"What do we do in the mean time? I mean, if they see us will that screw up the future like in movies or something?" her voice was rising as pure panic clutched at her spine. Again, the Seer shook his head.
"Doesn't work like that." he sniffed getting back up to a standing position, taking her by the wrist. "Come on. First thing first, we need to find someplace to sleep."
"That was human Dagan. Pre-werewolf bite. So, what, is this the night it happens?" she was shaking as the Seer wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Either the night he is bitten or a day or so before hand."
Meanwhile...
Present Day 2013...
Rolf entered the cabin to find Dagan on the floor, a small puddle of blood under his face. Rolling him over, Rolf discovered the deep grooves in the floor from where Dagan had been clawing at it. There was no other signs of a struggle, but he knew something was wrong, the smell coming from Dagan told the werewolf something wasn't right. Picking him up, Rolf got his buddy to the sofa, realizing he wasn't breathing.
It took almost an hour before Dagan's chest started to move and another half hour before his eye lids fluttered open. The werewolf sat up with a start, looking panicked.
"About time man. You had me really worried the last while. What happened anyway?" Rolf said casually as he continued to drink his coffee. Getting a mug he poured half a bottled water into if for him, handing it to the still confused male. Shaking off the cobwebs, Dagan drank greedily as he let out a growl.
"Got any aspirin?" he asked clutching both hands then to his skull.
"Na." the larger male said shaking his head, running his hand through his long dark mass of curls. "Best I can offer you is some tea." Dagan nodded his eyes closed. "You remember what happened?" Rolf asked as he began to boil water for the tea.
Dagan shrugged, letting out a deep sigh. "I remember Reuben being an ass, coming home in the rain and that's about it. Then feeling like something was wrong, like something had been ripped out of me. My chest hurt." he instinctively put his left palm flat on the middle of his chest as he said it. "Then nothing till waking up."
Rolf leaned against the kitchen table as he waited for the water to boil, his arms crossed over his massive chest. "Did you get into another fight with Nosferatu?"
Dagan's eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement as he tilted his head to look at his buddy over his shoulder, his nose scrunched up. "Who?"
"I'm asking cause I don't see any signs of her. Come to think of it, the Seer hasn't been around all afternoon either."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dagan asked as he stood scratching at his right shoulder.
Rolf flicked his hair out of his face, a short giggle filling the air between them as he turned to make the tea. "Oh I see, you're that mad at her are you? Alright, I'll humour you. Nosferatu, female, pale as salt, red hair, fangs. You're either constantly killing each other literally or making us want to kill you both." he handed him the cup of tea, a smile spreading into his blue eyes.
Dagan took a noisy slurp of the tea, a blank look on his face. "I have no idea what you're going on about. Are you stoned?"
"Dagan, seriously. I know you two get under each other's skin, but most mates do..."
The other male's eyes went wide as he hunched his shoulders, stretching out his neck, his jaw squared. "Mate? I don't have a mate." he pointed at Rolf. "Oh this some sort of joke you and Reuben cooked up? Huh? I know you two were pissed at me the other day when I left the entrails...well tied the entrails of that moose to your tails when you were both sleeping, but I was bored."
Rolf tilted his head to the side, his turn to look confused. "Dagan, that was weeks ago you did that. And we got back at you for that prank with the cod liver oil in your soup. Why would you bring that up now?" He took a step towards him. "You must have really got hit hard if you don't remember Nosferatu."
"What kind of name is that?" he turned to look around the room suddenly. "Sounds like some sort of vampire or something." he began moving around the cabin then, picking things up, examining them as if he'd never seen them before.
"Uh, she is a vampire...banshee flavoured actually. And you sired her when you killed her...you really don't remember her?"
"Nope." he removed the sheet from the mirror then, tapping at it just as Nathaniel appeared in the reflection. The werewolf jumped back a half step. "Hey, we have a magic mirror."
"Is something wrong?" Nathaniel asked from his side of the mirror. Rolf grunted as he moved to stand beside Dagan.
"Uh, yeah you can say that."
Meanwhile...
In the past 2000...
"When I said find a place to sleep, I wasn't thinking running back to the graveyard and to the crypt." the Seer's voice became pinched as he lit the torch in the back of the building.
"Well, let's see, you could have used your seduction to con an innkeeper into giving us a room, but that would have opened up trouble. Cause..." she pointed to herself. "if we posed as brother and sister that would be weird given our.." she cleared her throat. "Uh,huh...feeding tendencies if you get totally stuck, and if we posed as a couple..."
"Which seems the logical cover." the Seer mumbled as he started to sweep cobwebs off of the coffin lid.
"...then we'd have other issues, cause at some point you will need to seduced someone to feed your sidhe side. And your reputation as the ultimate heartbreaker is why we're sort of here to begin with." our heroine started to pace around the small crypt. "And given the old witch's cabin is still owned in this time by the old witch and her family, we can't hide out there. I happened to notice the lighthouse in this decade is working, so that means someone is living there acting as caretaker so it's off the list, and if Dagan is still human, that means Ash hasn't gone through the grief of loosing his wife yet, so he's still pretending to be human for her sake. Honestly, hon, we really don't have any other options."
"Or you could just stay at my place." the female voice echoed in the tiny crypt. Our heroine jumped spinning around to face the doorway, instinctively stepping in front of the Seer to block him from being recognized by whomever from his past was there. "I mean..." the woman shrugged bringing her hands up to her face then back to rest on her knees. "You're safely off with friends from my coven, learning to be a better witch, and my seventh husband just died..."
"Seventh? How very Erica Kane of you." our heroine said.
"...I knew you were coming. I had a vision of you my darling." she said taking another step into the crypt. She was about 5foot 2, with a mountain of curly dark hair that had wisps of grey threaded through it. But somehow, the woman radiated power.
"Grandmother." the Seer practically threw himself at her, picking up the tiny woman and hugging as he sniffed her hair.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yeah, I said seventh, and she's just suppose to be the witch/human side of the Seer, not even his sidhe relatives.)
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