The Nosferatu Adventures s12 p29

The Nosferatu Adventures 
page 329, chapter 329

Out of Time

Seward leaned on the edge of the kitchen counter, his eyes barely focusing on the kettle in front of him. The dark haired human was tired. Bone deep, soul scratched tired. He was tired of constantly having dust and paper cuts on his hands from the mountains of research he had to do. He was tired of dealing with his cousin Landin's vision -nightmares. He was tired of having to look over his shoulder for the many new enemies they seemed to have attracted like magnets on the fridge. He was tired of smelling like wet dog day in and day out because a couple of werewolves were living with him. He was tired of never having the bathroom for more than two minutes to himself anymore, because someone was always knocking on the door telling him to research this or translate that. He was tired of the crazy that seemed to be dropped in his lap. Seward wanted nothing right that second but to walk away from it all. To just leave all the werewolves, the banshees, the gods and the creatures that were trying to do whatever it was they were trying to do behind.  Which is what he did. The 23 year old stood up to his full height, opened the back door and just walked out of the house. He didn't stop walking either till he reached the end of the street. Standing there, he took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes tilting his head to the sky and just stood. Said nothing, thought nothing, did nothing.

"Shack!" he turned running back past the three neighbour's houses to his own, running into the warmth of the back door, grabbing the nearest jacket off the porch. "I'm awake. I'm awake. I'm frozen with frostbite but I'm here." he started mumbling to himself. He grabbed each of his feet wiping the snow from them, removing the socks tossing them straight into the washer as he passed it on the back porch. He made a noise of discomfort as he entered the kitchen once again, the kettle now steaming high, threatening to boil dry.  Grabbing it off the stove, he swore again as he burned his arm on the steam. "Damn it!" Seward said his shoulders tensing with stress. Making sure the stove was indeed turned off, he returned to the porch getting his shoes, as he trudged back out into the yard.  "How many people living in this house? No, not even people..." he air quoted the word as he continued to rant his way to where the shovel was sitting leaning against the back of the house. "Werewolves. Big, scary, muscular-lary-ly strong shapeshifting lazy ass freeloading lycanthropes. And not one, not one of them can think to shovel the snow." he dug the shovel deep into the snow pile that was surrounding the picnic table. "Neither of them bother to clean the yard, or wash the car, or do the shacking dishes. I can't even get the human occupants of the house to do anything anymore. I should just up and leave them, serve them right if I did." he continued to rant to the emptiness. His breath flowing in an icy mist causing his nose to run. He sniffed. Stopping his task, the dark haired human ran his hand through the mop of curls as he squared his shoulders. The air had shifted around him, and was carrying on it an odd odour. The hairs on the back of his arms began to stand on end as if covered with static electricity. He felt the ground then, as if an earthquake was about to happen. But Seward knew that was impossible, the province he lived in was known for being too solid of rock to ever have an earthquake. The freshly shoveled snow began to whip around him, biting into his face, leaving sandpaper like cuts on his cheeks. He barely got his arm up to cover his eyes from the sudden blinding spotlight that burst open from the edge of the large tree.

The figure scrambled up from the ground where she'd fallen, her hands clawed talons, her eyes pure white of the banshee as if just an eye socket, her double row of fangs top and bottom exposed. She pounced at him, grabbing him by the shoulders dragging him to her. She was about to rip into his throat, about to tear the flesh from him when she stopped. She made a horrible sound then as she sniffed him, his hair, his shirt, his ear. All before her tongue landed on his jaw as she licked him across his face.

"Seward!" our heroine hissed as she hugged the confused male, practically smothering him to her boobs. He felt her begin to sob suddenly, the hot wet splotches of tears hitting the back of his neck.

"Nooosstaroo. Ooer sack." he spoke still being smothered. Seward had to literally shove himself away from her in order to get her to break the hug. Taking a half step backwards, he watched the female rotate her shoulders, cracking her neck as if about to get into a fight, shaking out her hands as she transformed back to her human form.

"I'm freezing. There's snow on the ground."  she said hugging herself, the thin t-shirt and shorts exposing her pale flesh to the elements.

"It's February."

"How long have I been gone?" she asked nodding towards the back door.

"Eight months."

"Only." she let out a sigh of relief. Seward looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Time moves differently in each reality." she said too causally. They had barely taken a step towards the back door of the house, when it sprang open, nearly ripped off it's hinges. Edric jumped down to land directly in front of them, grabbing her tight.

"Oh my god! I missed you so much." the sandy-blonde male hybrid said as he buried his nose in her shoulders, sniffing her wildly. His own blue eyes now the amber-grey of the wolf as he dragged his nose across every inch of his mate. He snarled in anger. "You don't smell like you. I don't like it."

"You grew that damned beard back. I don't like it." she replied too coldly.


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well I thought it was funny.)