The Nosferatu Adventures
page 184, chapter 184
Our heroine checked the time once more, and decided to say good bye to both Rolf and Reuben, getting up from her seat, heading for the door of the beer tent. She had barely stepped out when the beautiful dark haired man walked right into her again. He swore as he dropped the large book he'd been carrying, as he quickly bent to pick it up.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. This was totally my fault I wasn't paying attention." our heroine said digging into her purse for a napkin or kleenex to help wipe any dirt off the book. The dark haired male let out a deep groan as he ran his hand down his chest, holding the book out suddenly to inspect it.
"You maybe need some glasses...oh you've got glasses, maybe you need to clean them or something. Hi!" he blew a chunk of dirt off the book. "I'm Edward."
"Everything alright?" Reuben asked suddenly behind our heroine. She turned to see him and Rolf hovering just to her left.
"Yeah. Everything's great." he ducked his chin clutching the large book tight to his chest for a long second before clearing his throat, shifting his weight to hold the book at his side. "Just catching up here with my dear dear friend..." he pointed at our heroine twice realizing he didn't know her name. "Cause ya know, we go way back. Way back to about half an hour ago. Good times." he stretched then faking a yawn. "Well, it's been spiffy but I need to get...back to...over there." he raised his empty hand over his head not bothering to look at where he was pointing at.
"That's where I'm headed. I'll walk with you." our heroine said fixing her purse on her shoulder, giving a short wave to the others. "I'm Nosferatu by the way." she said leaning in a centimeter, the scent of nutmeg and sandalwood filling her nose.
"So you're here for the concert or the bad beer?" he asked as he slowed down to her speed.
"The concert originally. I need to talk to the lead singer."
"oh so you're a journalist?"
"Not really." our heroine answered scratching her right shoulder suddenly feeling a strange chill slither up her spine. The sound of their shoes crunching on gravel echoed in her ears as they walked in unison. It was all she could do to keep her hands to herself, and she found herself fighting the urge to entwine her arm with his, to rest her face on his shoulder. There was just something about Edward that made her feel like she knew him. "What's with the book?" she nodded towards the large leather bound volume he was holding onto for dear life.
"Family heirloom." he replied as they found themselves standing in front of the main stage.
"Sorry, you can't go back here." They were greeted by a tall man covered from the neck down in tattoos and a deflated mohawk, dressed in leather pants and a band t-shirt. He was holding a clipboard with a large laminated badge hanging around his neck.
"Are you sure? Cause I believe we're on the list...Ash." Edward said leaning over reaching for the badge reading his name.
"You're not on the list." Ash answered sternly, crossing his arms.
"Look again." the dark haired male said giving Ash a very bright smile, causing his eyes first to crinkle then to go wide as he tilted his head to the side, his one palm flat on the clipboard.
"You're not on the list. Dude, don't try my patience." the older male replied removing Edward's hand from the clipboard. The two of them began to get in each others face, snarling like rapid dogs, completely ignoring the female beside them. If they had been paying any attention, they would have seen her already pale face drain of any colour she had, and a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. They would have noticed that she was leaning on the nearest amp, about to faint.
"Hey Ash, where did you store the guitar strings....uh oh." Dagan's voice broke over their arguing, as he appeared at the edge of the stage jumping down to land beside our heroine, catching her just as she passed out. "What do you want me to do with this?" he asked baring the full weight of the female. "Bloody hell she's as heavy as a moose." he groaned nearly dropping her. The auburn haired male had thrown our heroine over his shoulder, but swore he felt something pop as he did; bending at the knees to drop her carefully back to her feet. She was pressed then against his chest, her glasses falling off as he tried to catch them but missed. "Hey wake up. This is no place to take a nap. I should know, I got yelled at earlier for sleeping on the amps." Her eyes fluttered open as she made a noise then promptly vomited. "Oh my god!" Dagan replied half laughing half disgusted as his t-shirt was hit. "We got a gusher." Edward turned from them gagging himself having to take a few steps away.
Ash hung his head shaking it in disbelief. "Take her to the green room, then clean yourself up. Both of you." he said gathering up her fallen purse and earphones just as track five was starting to blast out of it.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Dagan rocks!)
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