Monday, January 27, 2014

The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p10

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 112, chapter 112

The clanking sound reverberated all around her, forcing her to cover her ears, a scream threatening to rip from her. Blinking, our heroine found herself able to see in the pitch darkness with ease. Something she was sure as a banshee she hadn't been able to do before. The clanking sound came from the cell door as it swayed in the breeze. The lock seemed to be broken, as she made her way the few feet towards it.
This time a howl of pain did escape her as the flesh on her hand smoked and burned. The cell was made of silver. She could taste the salty copper of blood heavy in the air, the scent causing her to salivate. Carefully, the female existed the cell, touching the edges as little as possible. Her clothes didn't fit, they were hanging off her too much, as she noticed she was dressed not in the outfit she had magic misted for herself earlier, but in a white flowing gown.
Something was wrong, she could feel it. Placing her hands on her stomach she realized that Loki's experiment was still there, just not reacting to anything, and her chest hurt. She brought her left palm up to the middle of her chest where her heart chakra was, feeling the strangeness in her aura. It was like a heat was rising from the spot in waves, and she just wanted to make it stop. She kept pressing her palm against the chakra, checking for a wound, but there was none. The feeling of blood pouring from her chest was just that, a feeling not an actual wound.  Her skull was pounding, as she began to move from the cell deeper into the room.

Nosferatu stopped as she brought both pale hands up to her temples the voice suddenly screaming in her mind.  The Seer had linked telepathically with her again. She was going to have to learn that little trick at some point.

"What happened?" the Seer's voice echoed. She shook her head out of instinct regretting it.

"I don't know. One minute I was at the docks with the others, Rolf blew a handful of fairy dust in my face, and the next I wake up in a cell."

"They were alive when you last saw them?" his voice echoed again bringing tears to her eyes, making her ears pound.

"What do you mean were alive?" panic started to worm it's way through her, tightening at her throat.

"I need to know where you are."

She looked around, not recognizing anything, feeling more and more panicked. "I think it's a wait, no stairs, doors lots and lots of doors." she stumbled towards the nearest one, her hand delicately caressing one of the carvings. "They all seem to have the image of a tree on them."

"Really not helpful." the Seer's voice seemed to be getting stronger, which forced her to double over in pain, her jaw bones shaking. She breathed in deeply to calm herself, catching a familiar scent. Another sniff, and she found herself turning right down another hallway following her nose.

There in the far corner was another cell, this time locked. Running towards it, our heroine let out a sound of relief when she saw who was inside it.

"Oh god Reuben!" she moved towards him, careful not to touch the silver bars.  The werewolf blinked as he leaped towards her, his one arm reaching for her violently, growling. He was half turned, his eyes the amber-grey of the wolf, his fangs sharp exposed dripping with saliva and foam, his nails inch long glass like claws. He risked burning his hands as he grabbed the bars rattling the cell. Anger poured off of him in waves, giving off a scent that reminded her of burnt charcoal.

The Seer's voice was still echoing in her head, as he told her a spell to unlock the cell. She held her hands apart just an inch, chanting as a small orb the size of a plum appeared between her palms then exploded in a bright light of  electricity. The lock on the cell shattered, falling to the floor as the female found herself hurdled across the length of the room, all the breath squashed out of her.

Reuben had charged her, sending them both crashing into the solid stone walls. His fangs ripping a large chunk out of her neck, blood filling his mouth, his throat as he severed her vocal cords for a moment, keeping her from screaming. He stood back, wiping his hand over his mouth, the blood and saliva staining his beard as he then crouched down in front of her as she slumped to the floor.

"Don't ever talk to me again."

tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your (straight up story. yeah I have no idea what I'm doing.)

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