Sunday, June 5, 2016

The Nosferatu Adventures s10 p13

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 261, chapter 261

Out of Time...

The door to the little coffee shop seemed to open on it's own, the breeze entering the small front room first. The overhead lights buzzing and dimming as it did, causing the teenaged guy mopping the floor to stop and turn looking.  Our heroine stocked into the small building, her hands deep in the grey hoodie she'd magick misted for herself just seconds before. She didn't need to look around the nearly empty building to know who she was going to find. Somewhere in the back was her new obsession and his buddy. She snarled at the kid as she continued past him, her footfalls solid in their direction. Slamming open the door she entered the men's room. "Peek aboo." she hissed as she found the two of them smoking a joint in the last stall. "Really?" she let her eyes flash to the amber-grey of the wolf, this odd feeling of ownership slithered through her.

"Hey! This is the men's room." Edric said with genuine shock as he tossed the joint into the toilet.

"Yeah and?" she sauntered past him, swinging her hips just a little too much; turned and started to head back towards the front door. "Don't have all night. Well, actually yeah I have all eternity, but...not waiting any longer. Outside now."  The two males followed, Edric grumbling the entire way. "Turn." our heroine stated flatly. "I need to see your fur," she raised her elbow, hand still in her pocket.

Edric ran his hand over his fallen mohawk leaning closer to her. "What?"

"I need to see what colour your shacking fur is. So I know what brand label to slap on you. What bloodline, clan, pack to shove you to. Understand?"

"You sired me." he replied pointing at her. "Doesn't that mean we're like joined or something?"

"Yeah it does. But, I've been chalk full...long story. Just I need to know what colour your fur is okay so hop to it. Transform into your wolf self."

"Doesn't he need the full moon for that?" Quentin asked as he headed back into the coffee shop. "Anyone want anything?"

"Get back here!" our heroine said her tone near growling. "I'm not finished with you either." she replied. Turning her attention back to Edric she gestured towards the back alley. "I'm beyond serious."  The three went behind the row of dumpsters and squeezed through the tiny alley towards the next building. There they were covered in shadows, as Edric tried to transform into a wolf. Shaking out his hands, the male rotated his neck as if he was about to into a yoga position, spreading his feet hips length apart. "Come on!" our heroine yelled at him as she began to pace first back and forth then around him in a circle. The male closed his eyes listening to the sound of her breathing as it blended with the echo of her footsteps, her heatbeat and finally the sound of her blood in her veins. That's what seemed to trigger it. That distant echo of rushing. It caused his ears to twitch then his nose as he began to sniff the air.
Before he realized it, his fangs had begun to cut through his bottom gums, his eyes having turned to the amber-grey of the wolf, his hands claw like talons. His normally smooth shaven face had about three days worth of stubble on it, his ears tiny points.

And that was it. The transformation stopped. There was no bones shifting, cracking with pain. No human cries becoming animalistic grunts as his vocal cords shortened and transformed themselves. Not much of a muzzle replaced his perfect nose. He either wouldn't turn completely or couldn't.

"What are you defective?" the female asked in disgust. "Whatever. Okay rules. Full moon, stay away from me. I mean it. The full moon causes male werewolves to go insane and force themselves on the nearest supernatural female. That means me, and any witches you might come across. But given magick is different here, I doubt the type of witches you find here would count. Rule two, we can't be too far from each other ever. Otherwise, you know how you tracked me down, yeah it's like that. We go bit insane when we're apart. That's got more to do with the banshee part than the wolfy. Rule three, don't bite anyone! Ever. got it." She nodded to the two of them, grabbing Quentin's wrist to look at his watch. "Love to stay and chat some more, but I have a date to get back for." she moved from them but only got two feet before hearing the noise.

She stopped dead cold in her tracks as the growl became louder. Turning our heroine felt it more than heard it begin. The growl turned into a full on scream. She took a step back ducking as the window to the building they were standing beside exploded beside them.  Looking over at the cause of it, she saw that Edric's eyes had gone the pure white of the banshee, his top row of fangs doubled.

"Okay...that's...unexpected." our heroine said tilting her head to the side.

"What?" Quentin screamed leaning towards her, a small trickle of blood coming down the side of his ear. "Anyone else hear that loud ringing?" 


The Seer stopped what he was doing, his head suddenly between his hands as he squinted his eyes, before squeezing them tight. His neck snapped back as his eye lids fluttered. Slowly he stood up, his movements controlled, nearly robotic as he turned towards the front door. "Why doesn't she just feed him her blood? Or the fledgling's blood? That would heal him..." he tilted his head to the side, his eyes now the amber-grey of the wolf as he stood by the window, waiting. He continued to talk to himself as he ran one hand through his short curly hair, smoothing it down. "I'm sure she won't care but I need to know." he mumbled as he ran his hand then down his body smoothing out his clothes. "I have to go now. I have to make sure the lights are on at the that's not right. I have to make sure the lighthouse is that's still...she's here!" His face lit up like a little kid's at christmas morning, as the door to the occult shop opened revealing Nosferatu. She had some redheaded guy's arm around her shoulders, practically carrying him, and a very angry looking male behind her. "You don't belong here." he said to the redhead following our heroine through the small room. "You're not one of us. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be here either." he turned suddenly getting between the female banshee and the new male werewolf. "It wasn't suppose to be your turn. It was suppose to be Harker. That was my plan. I planned it that way. I brought..." he pointed to himself then brought his hands up together locking his fingers. "I brought her and the pirate together. Love spell. One of mine. So you shouldn't be here." The Seer turned just as quick back towards our heroine smiling at her. "Hi.Hi. Hi. I missed you."

"Hi babe. Rufus!" she screamed. "Rufus, we've got a problem!"

The Seer leaned over our heroine's shoulder, practically resting his chin on it. "pppsssttt. Wanna know a secret?"

"What babe?" she asked as she did her best to dump Quentin onto the sofa without knocking everything over in the shop.

"I was going to come over during the full moon but I feel asleep. Yeah, but I wasn't the only one. Huh-uh. Dagan did too. Bacchus made us sleep."   Our heroine stopped in mid-move, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Wh...what do you mean Dagan did too?"

"Yeah. He's upstairs." The Seer said too casually as he picked invisible lint off his clothes. "Rufus isn't here. He's walking the new puppy."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Well Holy Jay Lethal's Boots Batman...I just like saying that.)

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