The Nosferatu Adventures
page 338, chapter 338
1400's
Vlad leaned over the wooden table, it's rich dark wood even darker in the flickering lamp light. The pages before him unreadable to most at this late hour, the words a blur of ink. But his eyes were keener, sharper as he read over the documents. He had come to regret leaving the day to day items in the hands of his advisors. His kingdom might have been protected by his men as they fought the kingdom's borders, but his throne was under siege it would seem from within. At this point, there was nothing expected of him, but to go back and take care of it.
"I'll only be gone a day." he whispered. Our heroine scoffed as she moved through the edges of the camp, a large basket on her hip. "Now now, you sound like a jealous lover." Vlad's lips barely moved as he shifted his own hip to move without appearing to do so around the table. The two vampiric creatures had grown so accustom to communicating without words, their psychic link allowing them to even be in different areas of the camp. "No one will even suspect I'll be on my way. The surprise will be to our advantage."
"What advantage?" she nodded to one of the female companions that had arrived in the last few weeks and begun hanging around the men. Nosferatu was sure some of these companions were spies. Only she had no solid proof. "Why not send one of the pack members as your proxy?"
"No one back at my castle has met any of the pack members. Besides, they are our best defense down here. No one dares attack us at night anymore with the wolves patrolling."
"Vlad darling, no one dares attack us because of the fence of impaled around us." our heroine's attention now on one female companion in particular. An olive skinned woman who had taken to dancing brazenly for the men every night near one of the bon fires. There was something off putting about her, only our heroine couldn't put her finger on it. The companion wore too many coins on her belt and wrists. Her jewellery a mocking imitation of what a gypsy fortune teller is suppose to look like in bad movies. Only, they were here in the actual 1400's and no one knew what a movie was. They wouldn't be invented for another 400 years. Sniffing, our heroine got nothing but the scent of mud, sweat and rotten fruit. That in itself disturbed the female hybrid, as the one thing lacking was the heavy scent of wet dog. The pack members were off somewhere too far from the camp. Most likely hunting. If nothing else, they did keep the camp from going hungry. The lycanthropes abilities to catch bears, deer and fish were a hundred times better than any of the skilled human hunters. Our heroine watched as the olive skinned female got up from the bon fire and made her way down to the river with a jug in hand. Deciding to follow her, Nosferatu felt a slight uneasiness begin to pit up in her stomach. Placing her own basket down, our heroine found herself alone. The companion having disappeared into thin air. Confused, she tilted her head to the side trying to catch the female's scent, but there was nothing. Nothing as the air was still no breeze.
"I'm not usually into women. But for our queen I'll make an exception." a voice said suddenly from over our heroine's shoulder.
"Not interested." Nosferatu snarled running the tip of her tongue over her fangs. She hadn't even realized they'd begun to extend.
"Then why are you following me? Don't tell me that you need some pointers on keeping the king happy." the companion's words were meant to sting and not as a question.
"He hasn't complained yet." our heroine's voice never rose above a smooth whisper.
"Then what do you want?" the female was standing now just to the left of our heroine, in the shade of a large tree. "To rob me?" she jangled her wrist, the multitude of coins clanking together catching the fading light. The noise was like an echoing orchestra to our heroine's very sensitive ears; causing her to wince. "You followed me here why?"
"You wandered off alone. None of the other companions ever wander alone. They are always in groups of three or four. But you, you are always alone. Are you not afraid of what might be lurking about?" our heroine flexed and unflexed her hands, her nails having grown on their own. Shaking her head, she felt her eyes begin to shift as well exposing the amber-grey of the wolf.
"No. I am very well to take care of myself. You on the other hand, seem unwell." her voice took on a sing song tone as she stood now her head down, her skirts in hand. "Might have something to do with the flowers I've strung up." she looked up then gesturing to the tree branches. Our heroine swore as she followed the other woman's gaze. There too high to have smelled and too small to have recognized at first glance, were five small bundles of purplish-light blue monkshood hanging from a small knot in the tree's trunk. "I was drying them out to crush for their poison."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Remember, back in the 1400's our heroine was still a banshee werewolf hybrid with a soul)
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
The Cinema Files s1 p9
The Cinema Files
page 9, chapter 9
Flowerpot Fantasy
I was restocking the shelves in the drama section, when I felt someone place their hand on my back. The dvds went flying out of my grasp, and my elbow smashed into the edge of the metal rack. "Shack!" I breathed deeply, shaking. "You scared the hell out of me." Blake's eyes brightened as he laughed with a hint of embarrassment.
"Sorry Mons. Didn't means ta." he was still laughing as he dipped his chin down, looking up at me from under his lashes. "I'm takin' you ta dinner." he gestured then towards the door as if that was all the discussion needed. "Come on. Grabs your purse and coat. I'm totally flushed Mons. Got 'tis big account come in earlier. Dropped like 'tree gran on a delivery. Tryin' to win his girl back or somethin'. Cleaned out all me roses, every colour..." he waved his hand again towards the door before sticking both his hands in his back pockets. "Taught we could go to the restaurant in the Ruthven." his east coast accent making him sound more embarrassed than he really was.
"You want to go to a hotel for dinner? Now is that because it's the fanciest in town or because it's the restaurant in the hotel?" I bent down awkwardly trying to gather up the dvds.
"Fifty fifty on that." he answered scratching at his nose letting out a small giggle. "Would that be such a wrong 'ting?" he ducked forward his face millimeters away from mine, but never bothered to help clean up the movies. My eyes were caught on the necklace he was wearing under his shirt. A gold chain with a little shamrock swung back and forth rapidly before hitting his chest and stopping. "Besides can't remember the last time we were out...for...for dinner." he had stood back up straight, his gaze now sweeping the building. "Where are they?" his hands slapped his thighs in frustration. "Aw Mons, you did it again didn't ya?" Blake sighed in defeat. "You gave them away. Why do I bothers? Who you give 'em to 'tis time?"
"Vincent wanted them for the coffee shop." I said off handedly about the flowers.
"Vincent wanted so you just handed them to him." Blake swore as he started to move around the room. "Vincent wanted them. Figures."
"I never understood why you don't care for him?" one of the dvds slipped as I was placing it on the rack, knocking two others off with it as they crashed to the floor again.
"Cause Mona, he's had ya wrapped around his finger nearly 'tir'ty years!" Blake ran his hands through his strawberry-blonde hair before closing his ice blue eyes. "Yous jump whenever he calls. You says how high and how long? Got you at his beck and call all hours of the night." he licked his lips tilting his head to the side, his right hand now tapping on the counter. "Is that why you don't want to spend the night with me?"
"Spend the night? I thought you were taking me to dinner? Who said anything about spending the night?" I had my back turned to him now my hands out towards the shelf of movies as if telling the dvds to stop in their tracks.
"That's not what I mean! The other night when I came over you wouldn't even let me in."
"That had nothing to do with Vincent." the door to the video store opened grabbing both our attention. The two teenaged girls were giggling wildly over their cell phones as they entered the store.
"No, you believe it never does; does it?" Blake scratched at his ear as he stepped out of the way of the the teenagers. "I had a great day at work and I wanted to share the spoils with you." he started to head for the door, his shoulders slumping as he did. "Forget it. I'm going to the bar."
Dinner ended up being a veggie burger and fries, as I sat at my kitchen table alone two hours later. The files taunting me from the opposite chair. My mind split between the task of thinking about how I might have just lost my last opportunity for a relationship, and the guilt of wanting to beat the police to solving the murders. Too many of my meals were eaten alone. Too many years of being a hermit had me wondering if I was even capable of being in a relationship anymore? Granted, Blake wasn't the most beautiful guy in my view point, or even the most dependable. But he was the most honest. The phone rang causing me to jump before staring at it in shock. This foreign thing that was nearly forgotten for cobwebs. It was long after midnight and I wasn't used to hearing the sound of the ring anymore. Crossing to the living room, I answered.
"Hello. I have your friend. Please come outside and get him." the voice was unfamiliar.
"I think you have the wrong number."
"He says he forgot his keys. Please come outside and get him I have another fare waiting." the voice hung up leaving a dial tone in my ear. Grabbing my keys I made my way out into the building's parking lot to find a cab waiting and Blake standing by the open door, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Blake was still snoring on the sofa when I was tip toeing around the kitchen at seven in the morning. I had decided to take the day off of work, and already left a message for Vincent to meet up with me later at my aunt's storage unit. Nothing was going to get in my way with finding tattoo chick; not even Blake's hangover. I was gone for less than four minutes to the bathroom when he got into things. He was always as bad as a kid when it came to getting into places he shouldn't. When I returned, he was sitting at the kitchen table a coffee in hand reading the files.
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well, we've all got baggage.)
page 9, chapter 9
Flowerpot Fantasy
I was restocking the shelves in the drama section, when I felt someone place their hand on my back. The dvds went flying out of my grasp, and my elbow smashed into the edge of the metal rack. "Shack!" I breathed deeply, shaking. "You scared the hell out of me." Blake's eyes brightened as he laughed with a hint of embarrassment.
"Sorry Mons. Didn't means ta." he was still laughing as he dipped his chin down, looking up at me from under his lashes. "I'm takin' you ta dinner." he gestured then towards the door as if that was all the discussion needed. "Come on. Grabs your purse and coat. I'm totally flushed Mons. Got 'tis big account come in earlier. Dropped like 'tree gran on a delivery. Tryin' to win his girl back or somethin'. Cleaned out all me roses, every colour..." he waved his hand again towards the door before sticking both his hands in his back pockets. "Taught we could go to the restaurant in the Ruthven." his east coast accent making him sound more embarrassed than he really was.
"You want to go to a hotel for dinner? Now is that because it's the fanciest in town or because it's the restaurant in the hotel?" I bent down awkwardly trying to gather up the dvds.
"Fifty fifty on that." he answered scratching at his nose letting out a small giggle. "Would that be such a wrong 'ting?" he ducked forward his face millimeters away from mine, but never bothered to help clean up the movies. My eyes were caught on the necklace he was wearing under his shirt. A gold chain with a little shamrock swung back and forth rapidly before hitting his chest and stopping. "Besides can't remember the last time we were out...for...for dinner." he had stood back up straight, his gaze now sweeping the building. "Where are they?" his hands slapped his thighs in frustration. "Aw Mons, you did it again didn't ya?" Blake sighed in defeat. "You gave them away. Why do I bothers? Who you give 'em to 'tis time?"
"Vincent wanted them for the coffee shop." I said off handedly about the flowers.
"Vincent wanted so you just handed them to him." Blake swore as he started to move around the room. "Vincent wanted them. Figures."
"I never understood why you don't care for him?" one of the dvds slipped as I was placing it on the rack, knocking two others off with it as they crashed to the floor again.
"Cause Mona, he's had ya wrapped around his finger nearly 'tir'ty years!" Blake ran his hands through his strawberry-blonde hair before closing his ice blue eyes. "Yous jump whenever he calls. You says how high and how long? Got you at his beck and call all hours of the night." he licked his lips tilting his head to the side, his right hand now tapping on the counter. "Is that why you don't want to spend the night with me?"
"Spend the night? I thought you were taking me to dinner? Who said anything about spending the night?" I had my back turned to him now my hands out towards the shelf of movies as if telling the dvds to stop in their tracks.
"That's not what I mean! The other night when I came over you wouldn't even let me in."
"That had nothing to do with Vincent." the door to the video store opened grabbing both our attention. The two teenaged girls were giggling wildly over their cell phones as they entered the store.
"No, you believe it never does; does it?" Blake scratched at his ear as he stepped out of the way of the the teenagers. "I had a great day at work and I wanted to share the spoils with you." he started to head for the door, his shoulders slumping as he did. "Forget it. I'm going to the bar."
Dinner ended up being a veggie burger and fries, as I sat at my kitchen table alone two hours later. The files taunting me from the opposite chair. My mind split between the task of thinking about how I might have just lost my last opportunity for a relationship, and the guilt of wanting to beat the police to solving the murders. Too many of my meals were eaten alone. Too many years of being a hermit had me wondering if I was even capable of being in a relationship anymore? Granted, Blake wasn't the most beautiful guy in my view point, or even the most dependable. But he was the most honest. The phone rang causing me to jump before staring at it in shock. This foreign thing that was nearly forgotten for cobwebs. It was long after midnight and I wasn't used to hearing the sound of the ring anymore. Crossing to the living room, I answered.
"Hello. I have your friend. Please come outside and get him." the voice was unfamiliar.
"I think you have the wrong number."
"He says he forgot his keys. Please come outside and get him I have another fare waiting." the voice hung up leaving a dial tone in my ear. Grabbing my keys I made my way out into the building's parking lot to find a cab waiting and Blake standing by the open door, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Blake was still snoring on the sofa when I was tip toeing around the kitchen at seven in the morning. I had decided to take the day off of work, and already left a message for Vincent to meet up with me later at my aunt's storage unit. Nothing was going to get in my way with finding tattoo chick; not even Blake's hangover. I was gone for less than four minutes to the bathroom when he got into things. He was always as bad as a kid when it came to getting into places he shouldn't. When I returned, he was sitting at the kitchen table a coffee in hand reading the files.
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well, we've all got baggage.)
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Coffee Talk June 24th 2018
Spudguns!, how's your Sunday going? I know, I didn't get the serial done for last week. It should have been Cinema Files. I am off schedule this month. But it's been a busy few weeks on my end, and I've barely been home.
So, Tuesday, I'll have Cinema Files up (June 26th 2018) and Thursday I'll have Nosferatu Adventures up (June 28th). And that should put things back on course. (Cinema Files on Sunday July 1st 2018)
We are sitting at 129 Days till Hallowe'en.
So, Tuesday, I'll have Cinema Files up (June 26th 2018) and Thursday I'll have Nosferatu Adventures up (June 28th). And that should put things back on course. (Cinema Files on Sunday July 1st 2018)
We are sitting at 129 Days till Hallowe'en.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Random movie June 17th 2018
I just saw the Canadian film Hunting Pignut. It stars Taylor Hickson and Joel Thomas Hynes.
plot: After the ashes of her father are stolen at his funeral, a teenaged Bernice runs away in search of her father's friends. She soon finds herself thrown into a new and semi-welcoming world she was never sure she really wanted to know about.
This is based on a true story.
I'm sort of torn on how I feel about it. I liked it, but I'm not sure I loved it? I have to admit, I watched this because of Joel Thomas Hynes. I've been a fan of his since the movie Down to the Dirt. He definitely steals the scene in every second of footage he's given.
It's a beautifully shot film, set in the heart of Newfoundland, showing us both sides of the so called coin. It's grit and confusion balanced perfectly as we watch young Bernice become Story, and try to walk the tightrope of who she feels she should be for whom she's with. To say the character has daddy issues, is pretty much an understatement. She finds a diary which she at first thinks belongs to her father but quickly realizes belongs to his best friend Pignut. Her attachment then to Pignut becomes blurred as she seeks him out. What starts off at first as her connecting with Pignut as a role model and substitute father figure, soon crosses into a crush before turning romantically volatile. And all within the time frame of about 72hours.
What makes this such a powerfully emotional film, is what makes me say I'm not sure I loved it. The very core of the relationship between Story and Pignut. They have both just lost an important part of themselves, and struggle to reclaim a piece of it within each other, only to self destruct.
plot: After the ashes of her father are stolen at his funeral, a teenaged Bernice runs away in search of her father's friends. She soon finds herself thrown into a new and semi-welcoming world she was never sure she really wanted to know about.
This is based on a true story.
I'm sort of torn on how I feel about it. I liked it, but I'm not sure I loved it? I have to admit, I watched this because of Joel Thomas Hynes. I've been a fan of his since the movie Down to the Dirt. He definitely steals the scene in every second of footage he's given.
It's a beautifully shot film, set in the heart of Newfoundland, showing us both sides of the so called coin. It's grit and confusion balanced perfectly as we watch young Bernice become Story, and try to walk the tightrope of who she feels she should be for whom she's with. To say the character has daddy issues, is pretty much an understatement. She finds a diary which she at first thinks belongs to her father but quickly realizes belongs to his best friend Pignut. Her attachment then to Pignut becomes blurred as she seeks him out. What starts off at first as her connecting with Pignut as a role model and substitute father figure, soon crosses into a crush before turning romantically volatile. And all within the time frame of about 72hours.
What makes this such a powerfully emotional film, is what makes me say I'm not sure I loved it. The very core of the relationship between Story and Pignut. They have both just lost an important part of themselves, and struggle to reclaim a piece of it within each other, only to self destruct.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p7
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 337, chapter 337
Out of Time
Five months ago...
He whimpered, he was scared. Cool. Alone. One second he was sniffing the edges of the bookcases, tracking a spider, the next he was underneath a pile of heavy books. The noise hurt his ears. The half St. Bernard half hellhound dug himself up out of the wreckage to find himself alone. He whimpered again as he lifted his front paws as if a child marching in place. But no one came. No one was left to come as the little furball began investigating the emptiness. The people who cared for him were gone. All of them. The auburn haired male werewolf, the two human familiars, even the redheaded human who liked to feed him gingersnap cookies. They were all gone now. Shaking his ears, at lest the horrible noise was over. The pressure had hurt when the noise had happened. His little ears were still not working right, there was still a slight ringing that was keeping him from hearing things the way he should be. The little hellhound mix began sniffing the ground as he tried to remember where everything used to be. Four steps left and there should have been the large sofa and tv, but it wasn't there. Another ten steps straight and the door to the outside should have been there, the one that had the bell on it. But it wasn't there either. Sniff, sniff sniff. He thought he found a scent that he recognized, though it was so weak. With his nose pressed hard to the ground, the little creature began hunting for the people who should have been there.
The sky had gone dark twice since he'd been hunting the scent. His legs were trembling with nearly every step now. His stomach empty and painful. He stopped at a puddle to drink once, but that had been so long ago now. Then suddenly, the scent began to get stronger. He got excited as he followed the scent his head down, before smashing into a glass door. Growling lightly he shook his head again, licking his muzzle as he jumped up on his hind legs, his front paws now pressed against the glass door. The hellhound's nose was working overtime as he found the seem of the door, the scent he'd been hunting just on the other side of the glass.
Detective Arthur Holmwood was standing over his desk, staring down into the box in front of him at the pile of files. He realized that everything he'd worked so hard for the last few years, was gone now. There was no way he'd be able to continue working as a detective being a werewolf. At lest not now. Not when it was still so new, so uncontrollable. Arthur's nose twitched suddenly, his ears perking up. There was another supernatural creature in the area. Very faint, but just close enough to have the new lycanthrope's attention. Licking his lips, the sandy-blonde male straightened up to his full height of over 6'feet, his blue eyes swiftly scoping out the police station. Seeing no threats in the actual building, he shrugged it off. He had been jumpy the last few weeks, since things had gotten quiet with the covens.
"Aren't you a cute little fellow?" Detective Holmwood looked up from his misery to see one of his co-workers walking towards the break room, a dirty looking dog in her arms. The creature began to snort and whimper as it wriggled in her hands, turning it's head trying to see the source of the scent. It was indeed a werewolf, just not his werewolf. The little furball let out a howl as he tried to communicate with the shapeshifter.
Something in the pit of Arthur's stomach told him this wasn't an ordinary dog. The fact his instincts were to react like it was another wolf, that he wanted to mark his territory clinched the idea. Quickly, the male crossed into the break room, touching everything as he did. The little hellhound yelped in joy, his front paws treading air as he tried to get to Arthur.
"You found him." the werewolf found himself saying without thinking.
"Oh is he yours?" the female co-worker asked with a hint of sadness to her voice. She had hoped no one was looking for him; had planned on taking him home to her kids.
"Yeah. He must of got out again, followed me to work." the detective said reaching for the hellhound.
"Lost his collar too. What's his name?" Arthur had to think fast if he didn't give her a name for the creature, she'd know he was lying. His gaze landed then on the cover of a discarded magazine someone had tossed into the bin. There was a picture of one of the actors from that teen vampire movie Quentin had liked.
"Twilight. His name is Twilight." he mumbled embarrassed as he reached for the creature. The little hellhound began licking Arthur's chin clearly happy.
Two hours ago...
Arthur whistled as he entered the warehouse. The fluffy ball of fur bounded over to him, sniffing him wildly. He smelled different, he smelled like soap today. It made the hellhound's nose tickle as he waited for the werewolf to get him a dish of water. Twilight snorted as he saw the way his new caretaker wince as he lifted his one arm. He was still in pain from the bite. Twilight didn't understand why his werewolf hadn't healed yet? It should have healed instantly, but it had been three sun ups since his caretaker had been bitten by that very large creature. Three sun ups since the hellhound had watched his caretaker read from the pages on the table in the middle of the warehouse and open the wall.
"You ready for a walk?" Arthur asked as he grabbed the leash off the table. Twilight grunted as he waited to hear the snap of the leash on his collar. It felt weird still, this thing around his neck. But he knew it was so he didn't loose his caretaker. Knew it was so he didn't have to wander the streets hunting for him if anything happened again. The hellhound tilted his head to the side as he saw the way the male werewolf looked over at the corner of the warehouse. How he looked at the curtained off corner. The corner Twilight had been guarding the last few days. The corner of the building where the large bathtub was. Where she was. The creature that had come from the wall, who had bit Arthur.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Uh oh, somethings fishy)
page 337, chapter 337
Out of Time
Five months ago...
He whimpered, he was scared. Cool. Alone. One second he was sniffing the edges of the bookcases, tracking a spider, the next he was underneath a pile of heavy books. The noise hurt his ears. The half St. Bernard half hellhound dug himself up out of the wreckage to find himself alone. He whimpered again as he lifted his front paws as if a child marching in place. But no one came. No one was left to come as the little furball began investigating the emptiness. The people who cared for him were gone. All of them. The auburn haired male werewolf, the two human familiars, even the redheaded human who liked to feed him gingersnap cookies. They were all gone now. Shaking his ears, at lest the horrible noise was over. The pressure had hurt when the noise had happened. His little ears were still not working right, there was still a slight ringing that was keeping him from hearing things the way he should be. The little hellhound mix began sniffing the ground as he tried to remember where everything used to be. Four steps left and there should have been the large sofa and tv, but it wasn't there. Another ten steps straight and the door to the outside should have been there, the one that had the bell on it. But it wasn't there either. Sniff, sniff sniff. He thought he found a scent that he recognized, though it was so weak. With his nose pressed hard to the ground, the little creature began hunting for the people who should have been there.
The sky had gone dark twice since he'd been hunting the scent. His legs were trembling with nearly every step now. His stomach empty and painful. He stopped at a puddle to drink once, but that had been so long ago now. Then suddenly, the scent began to get stronger. He got excited as he followed the scent his head down, before smashing into a glass door. Growling lightly he shook his head again, licking his muzzle as he jumped up on his hind legs, his front paws now pressed against the glass door. The hellhound's nose was working overtime as he found the seem of the door, the scent he'd been hunting just on the other side of the glass.
Detective Arthur Holmwood was standing over his desk, staring down into the box in front of him at the pile of files. He realized that everything he'd worked so hard for the last few years, was gone now. There was no way he'd be able to continue working as a detective being a werewolf. At lest not now. Not when it was still so new, so uncontrollable. Arthur's nose twitched suddenly, his ears perking up. There was another supernatural creature in the area. Very faint, but just close enough to have the new lycanthrope's attention. Licking his lips, the sandy-blonde male straightened up to his full height of over 6'feet, his blue eyes swiftly scoping out the police station. Seeing no threats in the actual building, he shrugged it off. He had been jumpy the last few weeks, since things had gotten quiet with the covens.
"Aren't you a cute little fellow?" Detective Holmwood looked up from his misery to see one of his co-workers walking towards the break room, a dirty looking dog in her arms. The creature began to snort and whimper as it wriggled in her hands, turning it's head trying to see the source of the scent. It was indeed a werewolf, just not his werewolf. The little furball let out a howl as he tried to communicate with the shapeshifter.
Something in the pit of Arthur's stomach told him this wasn't an ordinary dog. The fact his instincts were to react like it was another wolf, that he wanted to mark his territory clinched the idea. Quickly, the male crossed into the break room, touching everything as he did. The little hellhound yelped in joy, his front paws treading air as he tried to get to Arthur.
"You found him." the werewolf found himself saying without thinking.
"Oh is he yours?" the female co-worker asked with a hint of sadness to her voice. She had hoped no one was looking for him; had planned on taking him home to her kids.
"Yeah. He must of got out again, followed me to work." the detective said reaching for the hellhound.
"Lost his collar too. What's his name?" Arthur had to think fast if he didn't give her a name for the creature, she'd know he was lying. His gaze landed then on the cover of a discarded magazine someone had tossed into the bin. There was a picture of one of the actors from that teen vampire movie Quentin had liked.
"Twilight. His name is Twilight." he mumbled embarrassed as he reached for the creature. The little hellhound began licking Arthur's chin clearly happy.
Two hours ago...
Arthur whistled as he entered the warehouse. The fluffy ball of fur bounded over to him, sniffing him wildly. He smelled different, he smelled like soap today. It made the hellhound's nose tickle as he waited for the werewolf to get him a dish of water. Twilight snorted as he saw the way his new caretaker wince as he lifted his one arm. He was still in pain from the bite. Twilight didn't understand why his werewolf hadn't healed yet? It should have healed instantly, but it had been three sun ups since his caretaker had been bitten by that very large creature. Three sun ups since the hellhound had watched his caretaker read from the pages on the table in the middle of the warehouse and open the wall.
"You ready for a walk?" Arthur asked as he grabbed the leash off the table. Twilight grunted as he waited to hear the snap of the leash on his collar. It felt weird still, this thing around his neck. But he knew it was so he didn't loose his caretaker. Knew it was so he didn't have to wander the streets hunting for him if anything happened again. The hellhound tilted his head to the side as he saw the way the male werewolf looked over at the corner of the warehouse. How he looked at the curtained off corner. The corner Twilight had been guarding the last few days. The corner of the building where the large bathtub was. Where she was. The creature that had come from the wall, who had bit Arthur.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Uh oh, somethings fishy)
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Coffee Talk Sunday June 10th 2018
Spudguns! How's it where you are? Spiffy. Good to hear. Just running in for a brief moment, to say this week's Nosferatu Adventures, will be up on Tuesday, June 12th 2018.
That was literally all I wanted to say today...but since I can't just post one line...we are 143 Days till Hallowe'en, and the countdown continues on my facebook page every day. So, don't forget to join me on there. I'm doing a quiz every Saturday and the Quote of the Week every Wednesday still; with other stuff randomly throughout the week. (here)
That was literally all I wanted to say today...but since I can't just post one line...we are 143 Days till Hallowe'en, and the countdown continues on my facebook page every day. So, don't forget to join me on there. I'm doing a quiz every Saturday and the Quote of the Week every Wednesday still; with other stuff randomly throughout the week. (here)
Sunday, June 3, 2018
The Cinema Files s1 p8
The Cinema Files
page 8, chapter 8
Flowerpot Fantasy
"Dessie." Vincent's voice broke through the static. Blinking, I turned to accept the small paper cup that was in his outstretched hand. "Yeah." he said closing his deep brown eyes shaking his head slightly. "We're out of medium and large takeaway cups. The delivery guy never showed." he was standing in the doorway of the video store when I got there; a smirk suddenly brightening up his eyes. "But your delivery guy seems to have been on time." he side stepped exposing the large bundle of pink and yellow flowers that were propped up against the door in the bright green wrapping. "Blake's been here already." Vincent said scooping them up taking a deep breath. I nodded as I sipped at the coffee, unlocking the door to the video store. The sound of dvds sliding across the floor as I did, didn't do anything to help my mood. The store might not have been open yet for the day, but over half the returns were already back ready to be sorted, the pile ankle high with two jammed into the return slot.
"Huhhh. I hate it when people do that." I replied letting my hand slap my thigh. "How difficult is it to drop them in one by one? Huh? Why do people feel the need to stack them together and ram them in?" sighing, I put my purse in the little closet-office and the coffee on the counter, before grabbing a pencil to try and wedge them out. It was technically just a mail slot that had a metal latch over it, but people loved to use it to make those uber early morning returns.
"Okay, you look like you should be starring in one of those zombie movies. Not get any sleep?" Vincent asked as he continued to cradle the flowers like a child.
"Yes, you can take them for the cafe. Blake can yell at me about it later. And yeah. No sleep. Was over at the storage unit all night." I grunted as I managed to get the dvds unstuck from the mail slot. I started to count the returned movies. All but one had been returned, indicating that either I was going to have one customer come in later and rent something new, or they were going to have a late fee. I was betting on the late fee.
"I saw the newspaper.Your boyfriend..."
"Not my boyfriend."
"Your not boyfriend-boyfriend, got the lead headline on a second murder. Think they're connected?"
"I know, and yes. I was with him when the body was found. No it wasn't a date. Not really anyways. Both were drowned. Thing is, I know I've seen the girl before." I commented without looking at Vincent, while I grabbed the stack of dvds checking them into the system. "Those Go-Go boots just remind me of something?"
"Like the ones from that sex tape?" Vincent's voice was solid as it shocked me back to focus. Putting down the dvds, I moved to the little closet-office and popped the sex tape on.
"Oh my god! You're right. Totally right." pausing the tape I pointed at the chick. "That's her. That's the body found in the bathroom."
"You're sure about that? You're going to ID someone by a pair of boots? I mean, those look pretty generic. Could have bought them anywhere." I shook, my hand at him waving off the idea before tapping my finger on the screen again.
"It's not the boots. It's what's right above the boots. Just at the crook of her knee."
"She's got a tattoo of a rose."
"The police said there wasn't anything to identify her with at the scene. No purse, no ID. But I'm sure by this point they've started to track the tattoo." I turned off the video, removing it from the dvd player and stashing it back in my purse.
"Track the tattoo, track the victim." he leaned on the edge of the door frame, his belt buckle catching the glow of the blue tv screen. "Okay, so what do we know? Land developer and tattooed chick do a sex tape. Tattooed chick ends up dead, drowned in a toilet."
"Right after a random guy was found drowned in a puddle. Plus, some other random guy was looking for the sex tape, in what could only be called a frenzied panic. Plus, the fact the Land Developer just bought the old tomato factory." I said tapping Vincent's belt buckle.
"Tomato factory?" his voice took on a question mark of it's own.
"Right, that was Rudolph's contribution." I made a clicking noise as I shooed Vincent out of the little closet-office, the front door of the video store opening to expose the first customers of the day. I saw the look of disapproval in Vincent's dark eyes. I'd stepped on his ego by sharing information with my reporter boyfriend, and not him. "That's all he knows. I swear. I haven't told anyone about the sex tape."
"The sex tape is ours. Private between us." he smiled then tilting his head to the side his shoulders back, chest puffed out once again.
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Everyone's got a small piece of the bigger picture.)
page 8, chapter 8
Flowerpot Fantasy
"Dessie." Vincent's voice broke through the static. Blinking, I turned to accept the small paper cup that was in his outstretched hand. "Yeah." he said closing his deep brown eyes shaking his head slightly. "We're out of medium and large takeaway cups. The delivery guy never showed." he was standing in the doorway of the video store when I got there; a smirk suddenly brightening up his eyes. "But your delivery guy seems to have been on time." he side stepped exposing the large bundle of pink and yellow flowers that were propped up against the door in the bright green wrapping. "Blake's been here already." Vincent said scooping them up taking a deep breath. I nodded as I sipped at the coffee, unlocking the door to the video store. The sound of dvds sliding across the floor as I did, didn't do anything to help my mood. The store might not have been open yet for the day, but over half the returns were already back ready to be sorted, the pile ankle high with two jammed into the return slot.
"Huhhh. I hate it when people do that." I replied letting my hand slap my thigh. "How difficult is it to drop them in one by one? Huh? Why do people feel the need to stack them together and ram them in?" sighing, I put my purse in the little closet-office and the coffee on the counter, before grabbing a pencil to try and wedge them out. It was technically just a mail slot that had a metal latch over it, but people loved to use it to make those uber early morning returns.
"Okay, you look like you should be starring in one of those zombie movies. Not get any sleep?" Vincent asked as he continued to cradle the flowers like a child.
"Yes, you can take them for the cafe. Blake can yell at me about it later. And yeah. No sleep. Was over at the storage unit all night." I grunted as I managed to get the dvds unstuck from the mail slot. I started to count the returned movies. All but one had been returned, indicating that either I was going to have one customer come in later and rent something new, or they were going to have a late fee. I was betting on the late fee.
"I saw the newspaper.Your boyfriend..."
"Not my boyfriend."
"Your not boyfriend-boyfriend, got the lead headline on a second murder. Think they're connected?"
"I know, and yes. I was with him when the body was found. No it wasn't a date. Not really anyways. Both were drowned. Thing is, I know I've seen the girl before." I commented without looking at Vincent, while I grabbed the stack of dvds checking them into the system. "Those Go-Go boots just remind me of something?"
"Like the ones from that sex tape?" Vincent's voice was solid as it shocked me back to focus. Putting down the dvds, I moved to the little closet-office and popped the sex tape on.
"Oh my god! You're right. Totally right." pausing the tape I pointed at the chick. "That's her. That's the body found in the bathroom."
"You're sure about that? You're going to ID someone by a pair of boots? I mean, those look pretty generic. Could have bought them anywhere." I shook, my hand at him waving off the idea before tapping my finger on the screen again.
"It's not the boots. It's what's right above the boots. Just at the crook of her knee."
"She's got a tattoo of a rose."
"The police said there wasn't anything to identify her with at the scene. No purse, no ID. But I'm sure by this point they've started to track the tattoo." I turned off the video, removing it from the dvd player and stashing it back in my purse.
"Track the tattoo, track the victim." he leaned on the edge of the door frame, his belt buckle catching the glow of the blue tv screen. "Okay, so what do we know? Land developer and tattooed chick do a sex tape. Tattooed chick ends up dead, drowned in a toilet."
"Right after a random guy was found drowned in a puddle. Plus, some other random guy was looking for the sex tape, in what could only be called a frenzied panic. Plus, the fact the Land Developer just bought the old tomato factory." I said tapping Vincent's belt buckle.
"Tomato factory?" his voice took on a question mark of it's own.
"Right, that was Rudolph's contribution." I made a clicking noise as I shooed Vincent out of the little closet-office, the front door of the video store opening to expose the first customers of the day. I saw the look of disapproval in Vincent's dark eyes. I'd stepped on his ego by sharing information with my reporter boyfriend, and not him. "That's all he knows. I swear. I haven't told anyone about the sex tape."
"The sex tape is ours. Private between us." he smiled then tilting his head to the side his shoulders back, chest puffed out once again.
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Everyone's got a small piece of the bigger picture.)
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