The Nosferatu Adventures
page 253, chapter 253
Out of Time
"You want me to go to a strip club?" Matilda said biting her nails. The familiar began shifting her weight from one foot to the other in near panic.
"I need you to help Edward." our heroine said calmly as the two females waited for Rufus to finish helping The Seer get dressed.
"That's what I've been doing all this time. It's the only reason I'm here." the middle aged female said pacing around in circles, her eyes now wide as she glanced at the grimoire under glass. If only Edward knew the real importance that collectible had. She shook her head, wringing her hands.
"His sidhe side is starving him. He needs to feed, and we both know...look at me please...we both know that means sexual energy." our heroine could feel the tension flowing off the familiar in buckets.
"Why can't you do it?"
"Because I have to deal with the neighbours" she gestured first to the dead guy still slumped in the doorway of the bedroom, then to the wall that separated the two apartments.
"Why can't Rufus do this on his own?" she nearly stomped her foot in all the excitement.
"You really want me to answer that." our heroine sighed rubbing her temples. "You shouldn't even need to be there more then ten minutes. The energy will be heavy in the air, he basically just needs to breath it in. This way, he feeds and no one dies. The whole reason Loki locked him in the apartment was because he was leaving too many drained bodies." They both turned when they heard someone clear their throat, to see Rufus standing there his head bowed slightly, The Seer beside him. Edward was dressed in simply jeans and a plaid button up shirt, his dark curly hair washed and combed. He seemed quiet as he brought his still mittened hand to his face to scratch his nose. Too quiet.
"What do you want me to do about these?" Rufus asked gesturing to the mittens. "He refuses to take them off."
"You sedated him?" our heroine asked crossing the room towards them reaching for the knitted obstructions. But Edward pulled his hands away from her hiding them behind his back. Sniffing, our heroine's nose twitched at the fresh scent of the laundry detergent. The Seer was wearing real clothes, not ones he'd magick misted for himself. It was a nuisance she herself would need to get used to once again if she continued dating Arthur. "You didn't answer my question."
Rufus said nothing as he let out a troubled sigh, reaching into his coat pocket pulling out a small bottle. "Cold medication. Nothing serious. I needed to calm him down, and in case you haven't noticed, we don't have fairy dust in this reality."
"Your eyes are the wrong colour." Edward mumbled as he tried to undo the top two buttons on his shirt, but failed because of the mittens. "Pretty eyes just wrong."
"What colour should my eyes be?" our heroine asked as she reached over to help him, her own slim pale fingers grazing the edge of his collarbone sending a silent chill through her.
"White. They should be white like you don't have any eyes at all." he instinctively placed his right hand on her elbow, the woolen mitten too warm against her skin. Rufus's eyes went wide as he all but bounced up and down having to control himself, wanting to re-button Edward's shirt. Our heroine made a sound that was almost a snort of laughter as she told them to be back in the hour. Edward rubbed his mitten over his face yawning as he turned first towards the front door of the apartment, before Rufus grabbed him by the shoulders spinning him around.
"We're taking the back door." he said quietly tilting his head towards the whole in the wall.
Seven Hours Later...
The police station was buzzing with activity as Detective Arthur Holmwood arrived back at work. Dropping his jacket at his desk, he made his way down the hallway to the small vending machine getting himself a coffee as Jim slamming his shoulder into the machine. "Did you catch any gremlins last night? Or maybe the abominable snowman?" Jim said flicking his fingers at Arthur. "Undercover?"
"What?" Arthur asked into his coffee as he burned his mouth.
"Your hair. Are you going undercover or something? You can't tell me that you went grey overnight?"
"Haha very funny." Arthur began to roll his eyes at what he was assuming was another practical joke when he caught a glimpse of himself in the surface of the vending machine. Putting the coffee cup down on the nearest desk, Arthur ran into the men's room checking himself in the mirror, Jim hot on his heels. "That's impossible. Okay what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Jim remarked crossing his arms leaning against the sink. "I know you're stressed out about that case with the animal attacks..."
"This has nothing to do with stress. My hair was fine an hour ago."
"You must have done something." Jim snarked as he turned leaving his partner with this new mystery. He didn't return to his desk, instead Detective Jim continued on down the hallway to the stair and shimmered into nothing.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Are we still sure Arthur is just a human?)