The Nosferatu Adventures
page 353, chapter 353
1955
Nosferatu stood in the kitchen of the little townhouse, the kettle boiling in a hard whistle as she looked through the steam at Loki. She couldn't believe the last few hours but, there he was in living proof that they had happened.
5 hours earlier...
"So talk. Tell me how we can defeat the covens and Edmund?" our heroine said to the god Mercury as they stood in the middle of Astrid's kitchen in 1976. The god tilted his head and smiled.
"Oh you can't. He's still going to be brought over to this reality by his devotees, and Grandpa Van Helsing is still going to find his coffin and hide it in his house and you lot are still going to end up battling him forty years from now. I just told you what you wanted to hear so you'd let me in the house without much bloodshed." the sandy-blonde haired god replied licking his lips. He tilted his chin slightly as he looked over at the banshee before halfway turning towards the window. "Seems like we've got more uninvited guests." he commented just as Bacchus made his way towards the house. Grabbing our heroine, Mercury shimmered the two of them off into thin air. When they appeared again, they were in the middle of nowhere, a large rock formation just to the left of them which seemed to stretch out for miles. "There, that's a little more private."
"What the shack!" our heroine ripped her arm out from his grasp. "What the hell is going on then? Where are we?"
"What's going on is that the universe is sort of out of balance right now. It's out of balance because Loki isn't around. You, sweetheart, might not realize it but, he was more than just the trickster god of shapeshifters." he gestured with his left hand out palm upward, bending at the knees slightly. "In fact, there is so much you haven't clued into yet. For instance, did you know you were supposed to have been Rolf's mate." Mercury nodded his eyes wide. "Oh yes. You were supposed to have been claimed by Rolf, in fact, you were supposed to have been sired by him. But, Bacchus knew that if that happened, you'd never have come into your vampiric side. So he did what he does and poof!" he clapped his hands together creating a thunderous sound. "Suddenly Dagan gets the urge to snap your back like a twig and swap bodily fluids with you. Boom instant soulmate. And you know as well as I do that good old Ripper was nothing but your soulmate. Bacchus knew it, was counting on you two getting super close super quick. Because he knew about the big bad Frankenstein family curse. Only two children a generation. Knew that if you were sired by Dagan, knew that if you were Frankenstein by bloodline, you really wouldn't be much good to Loki in the grande scheme of things given Loki needed you to be the mother goddess for his Lycanthropes." he took a step to her right turning to look out over the large rock formation before levitating a few feet above the ground. He looked down at her then, the brim of his page-boy cap casting shadows across his face. Mercury landing silently on his feet as he continued to walk around Nosferatu in tight circles making her dizzy. "Bacchus didn't kill Loki by the way. I know you think he did, but he didn't. As much as Bacchus might be pissed off at Loki for getting to you first, he loves him too much to do anything that drastic." his British accent heavy with the last sentence, his grey-blue eyes sparkling.
"Then who did?" our heroine was standing still now, her head down as she forced herself to stop watching the god as he danced around her making her feel lightheaded. His dark trenchcoat floating around him like it had a life of it's own.
"What kill him? No one. You'd have felt it if he were dead. The covens have him. Tucked away somewhere." he gestured again to the large rock formation as it seemed like it was rising out of the ground some more. "Now, there are some more blah blah blahs we can rehash, but I don't have the time or patience to do that so let's get to the point. With Loki gone, I need you to step up to the plate." he raised his right hand palm facing her, head down in honesty. "You can feel that can't you? The rushing of electric jolts in your veins as of late." he waggled a finger at her before grabbing her arm and tracing the veins in her wrist. "It's what you were designed to do. To be! A god. It's why you were created by both them. Now, you have a choice, you can either take Loki's place. Answering people's prayers, rituals and summons or..." he trailed off dropping her arm roughly. "Or you can help me rescue him." Mercury leaned in slightly towards her, his hands now clasped behind his back. "But, if you decide to take his place, you need to be able to shift. And you know the only way a shapeshifter can shift is to have their soul. So you'd need to take your soul back from the safety deposit box that is Rolf; which would leave him vulnerable to Odin. Not too mention you'd be all claimable again. And wouldn't that be a bit of a pickle given you technically have two mates in two different realities in Edric and Reuben." he licked his lips again as he stared at her chest. "So...what do you say? You wanna be a full on god...I mean you're going to be downline anyways...this would just speed it up by about a thousand years or...do you want to play knight in shinning armor?"
An hour ago...
They fell through the portal landing hard in the middle of the street. Our heroine breathing heavy gasping for air, covered in dried blood from having fought both the amazon guards and the few coven members who had been holding Loki captive. Mercury was nowhere to be found. She felt something crack as she realized the full weight of Loki's unconscious body was laying across her leg. She didn't think she'd ever get the image out of her mind. Loki had been chained to the cave wall, half his body a skeleton. He reminded her of the character Two Face from the Batman movies, his jaw exposed, his one eye half out of the socket, his right shoulder nothing more than bones. His left side wasn't much better, only he'd begun at some point to shift. His left ear pointed like a wolf's but more gristle than flesh, his fangs exposed, his muzzle half formed like a stub, his left arm nothing but a paw to the elbow and scales like a reptile from the elbow to shoulder. Our heroine felt her bones re-align when the weight was lifted off her. Mercury had appeared and grabbed Loki as if he were nothing, hauling him over his shoulder and nodded in the direction of the townhouse. It took Nosferatu another long pause to be able to stand when she realized from the look of the neighbourhood cars, that they were in the 1950's. It seemed, she still could only time travel in reverse.
Loki lay on the sofa his body no longer a mismatched mess. He thought he'd been hallucinating again when he'd first seen her there in the cave. Something the god had done for how long? He wasn't even sure at this point, a decade or a month or a century? This time when he'd seen our heroine's face, felt her touch, heard her voice she did something different. She told him "I've got you." In the past whenever the hallucination had recused him, she'd had some quick witted remark about video tapes and old slasher movies. But, when Loki heard her this time, he knew deep down in his core that she was real. And with the last tendril of fading powers he could gather, he read her mind enough to remember how she viewed him. Saw himself through her eyes and shapeshifted to her ideal of him. Or at lest he thought he had.
Nosferatu stared at the god from the edge of the kitchen as she poured the tea. The pain he must have been in she thought? Depending on what reality you were in, Loki had been gone anywhere from a few months to a few centuries. She shivered as she thought about how much damage the guards had done to him. How he'd been locked up behind those bars of magick like being in a prison cell no bigger than a cardboard box. It brought back memories of her own captivity in the well. Walking across the length of the house, she placed the tea on the small table by the corner of the sofa; her slim pale hand hovering just above Loki's face. She desperately wanted to move his hair out of his eyes, to pluck the leaves that were still clinging to it's tangled dark knots. When the god shapeshifted into what he thought was his old self, he accidentally created a hairdo that was shoulder length and half filled with leaves. His brown eyes fluttered open halfway as he reached for her hand taking it. "I always knew it would be you." The words were never formed by the god's lips, but still managed to pass between them telepathically. Our heroine didn't scream, didn't pull away when Loki's fangs bit deep into the soft flesh of her palm. Just like when he'd rescued her from the well and allowed her to drink his blood, the time had come to complete the circuit.
"Uhmm." Mercury cleared his throat causing our heroine to jump. She blushed as she realized their very intimate moment had been witnessed. "I need to talk to you over here." he gestured for her to move away from the edge of the sofa, from Loki. "There's something I don't think you're aware of. You don't need your soul to be claimed by...a god. So before you go any farther with this blood exchange..."
"Too late." Loki said as he stood on very shaky legs. Mercury glanced at the other god sideways, his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. "She's been mine for a very long time. I've just never needed to announce it before now." Loki nodded towards her, his hair suddenly clean of the leaves as he ran his hand through it combing it back from his face. Mercury shook his head slightly in disbelief as he brought his hand up to Nosferatu's. He swore as he pulled his burnt fingertips away from the female.
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Friday, June 12, 2020
The Nosferatu Adventures s14 p1
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 352, chapter 352
Bacchus's Day Off
Spring 2020
The sandy haired god shimmered into the parking lot. Glaring around at the faceless sheep before him, he let out a deep breath of disgust. It was training day for the company and he couldn't think of a better way to lay off some steam. Slowly he walked through the patches of crowded people scattered like forgotten weeds in the middle of some unkept garden. He hated it there. The smells of sweat and heat and cheep everything else invading his nostrils like rotten sewage backed up on a hot day. The sound of his shoes crunching on the ground was almost soothing in it's rhythmic patterns. Squish squash squish squash crunch crunch squish squash crunch. The door to the back of the building creaked as he grabbed hold, feeling the metal bend in his fingers. He hadn't even meant to, but the god was so into his own thoughts. First thing first, he needed to find the man who he was being today. That wrestler dude from Detroit. Bacchus had always wondered if he'd just taken the image of the dark haired one instead of Loki that day when they'd probed Nosferatu's mind; would she have been his by now? Would the last decade have even happened if he'd just sussed out which one of the tag team she liked more? Probably not. The god had to shake his head as he scanned the darkly lit locker room. Seeing his prey he snapped his fingers as everyone else in the room fainted into oblivion. Tapping the wrestler on the shoulder, Bacchus didn't wait for him to even turn around, he just waved his palm in front of the guy's ear and watched him shimmer into thin air. The dude would wake up in the cinema reality stuck watching a marathon of some horrible sci-fi movies. At lest 20 hours of bad nerdom that would have the dude mindlessly employed. Bacchus sent him there frequently when he needed to shapeshift into him in this particular reality. Sighing, the god opened the wrestler's locker to see the outfit waiting for him there. "Shack." He pulled the mask over his face a few minutes later as he headed out to the ring in the red and blue costume. He couldn't see properly through the mask as it kept slipping down. Running to the edge of the ring, Bacchus sprang up as if on a trampoline and hurled himself halfway across the ring to land mid-center on one knee. Spinning, he slithered out of the opposite side landing on his toes before grabbing hold of the rope and propelling himself back into the ring with a triple corkscrew. The crowd stood screaming for more. The god smiled to himself under the cartoon's mask, as he played along giving them the character's trademark fingers to the skull to impact his character's name. He did however, love the adrenaline rush that this reality provided. The bell sounded indicating the match was officially underway. Scanning the layout of the arena, he spotted three cameras indicating this was being taped. That gave the god a second boost of the giggles, knowing that while people watched at home thinking it was their favourite wrestler under this mask, he was really the one. Really the one doing the flips and spins and moves that seemed to defy gravity. They were not just witnessing greatness but an actual god. Over the centuries Bacchus had been so many things to so many people in countless realities, but being this wrestler in this reality always had him returning. No; he thought. No, he was glad he'd chosen this one of the two that day when he'd entered Nosferatu's mind raiding her memories. This image, this man she respected and admired for over a decade was the perfect fit. Bacchus rammed his knee into the neck of his opponent as he watched him stumble backwards a few steps arms flaying around before hitting the rope and sliding to his knees hard. Bacchus turned towards the far rope running at a speed too fast to be considered human but too slow for the god; using it to propel himself across the ring once more to land a perfectly timed low drop kick to the opponent's jaw. Bacchus hung there in midair for a long hesitation before allowing himself to fall onto his ass. He then sprang back up from a flat position flying over the opponent, landing on the top turnbuckle, and diving down on the opponent's chest in a backwards frogsplash. Pulling the opponent back up to a semi-standing position, he delivered a hard chop across the collarbone, causing the opponent to rock and bounce off the ropes once more. Grabbing him by the wrist, Bacchus used the age old Irish-Whip to send the almost unconscious opponent two steps and watched him fall flat. He forgot for a brief second that he was wearing the costume. That the dude he'd shapeshifted into was suppose to be playing a completely different wrestler for this match, as he lifted the opponent up and gave him the dude's trademark move. The cradle-shock. He wasn't even breathing heavy yet as the ref leaned down and told him he needed to cut the match as they were already at the time limit. Nodding, the god pinned his opponent. His arm raised in the win. The character's theme music sprang to life through the speakers of the building as the crowd cheered and clapped. Quickly the sandy-haired blue eyed god made his way back to the locker room, removed the mask and headed to the shower.
He sat in the little cafeteria not more than an hour later, rolling a paper cup steaming with coffee between his palms. It wasn't enough. Shapeshifting constantly into others to create his art, being onstage performing to the love and adore of humans. None of them ever knowing that he was more than what they thought they saw. More than the rock stars they'd loved back in the previous three decades, more than the painters they both scorned and worshiped for the last four hundred years, more than the movie stars or tv heroes that had sprung up in the last fifty years that they threw themselves at. Bacchus had let himself become complacent with the scraps of pop-culture stardom. Had let himself be forgotten along side the other gods. Letting out a deep sigh, Bacchus snapped his fingers once more as the wrestler was returned to the locker room unaware of what had happened, as the god shimmered into thin air.
His back stiffened as he shimmered back into view in front of the house. There was a faint scent of a protection spell. Snorting, Bacchus squinted up his eyes running a palm across the fringe of bangs still flopping over his eyebrows. The wrestler needed a haircut he thought as he shook his head wildly. The too long shaggy do the wrestler favoured suddenly became an inch shorter allowing the god the relief from the itchiness of the long scruff always had against his neck. He walked a few feet towards the house, stopping for a half heartbeat before rolling his eyes and continuing on. Astrid's grandmother had been a very powerful seer, but Astrid was still too young to have the kind of power her spells needed to keep the god out. Bacchus entered the house letting the door slam against the wall in a single huff as he did. Snapping his fingers, both Edric and Seward fainted on the spot into a deep sleep just as he entered the kitchen to see Mercury shimmer off with Nosferatu. Swearing, Bacchus tilted his head deciding to return to the other reality for another match.
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page 352, chapter 352
Bacchus's Day Off
Spring 2020
The sandy haired god shimmered into the parking lot. Glaring around at the faceless sheep before him, he let out a deep breath of disgust. It was training day for the company and he couldn't think of a better way to lay off some steam. Slowly he walked through the patches of crowded people scattered like forgotten weeds in the middle of some unkept garden. He hated it there. The smells of sweat and heat and cheep everything else invading his nostrils like rotten sewage backed up on a hot day. The sound of his shoes crunching on the ground was almost soothing in it's rhythmic patterns. Squish squash squish squash crunch crunch squish squash crunch. The door to the back of the building creaked as he grabbed hold, feeling the metal bend in his fingers. He hadn't even meant to, but the god was so into his own thoughts. First thing first, he needed to find the man who he was being today. That wrestler dude from Detroit. Bacchus had always wondered if he'd just taken the image of the dark haired one instead of Loki that day when they'd probed Nosferatu's mind; would she have been his by now? Would the last decade have even happened if he'd just sussed out which one of the tag team she liked more? Probably not. The god had to shake his head as he scanned the darkly lit locker room. Seeing his prey he snapped his fingers as everyone else in the room fainted into oblivion. Tapping the wrestler on the shoulder, Bacchus didn't wait for him to even turn around, he just waved his palm in front of the guy's ear and watched him shimmer into thin air. The dude would wake up in the cinema reality stuck watching a marathon of some horrible sci-fi movies. At lest 20 hours of bad nerdom that would have the dude mindlessly employed. Bacchus sent him there frequently when he needed to shapeshift into him in this particular reality. Sighing, the god opened the wrestler's locker to see the outfit waiting for him there. "Shack." He pulled the mask over his face a few minutes later as he headed out to the ring in the red and blue costume. He couldn't see properly through the mask as it kept slipping down. Running to the edge of the ring, Bacchus sprang up as if on a trampoline and hurled himself halfway across the ring to land mid-center on one knee. Spinning, he slithered out of the opposite side landing on his toes before grabbing hold of the rope and propelling himself back into the ring with a triple corkscrew. The crowd stood screaming for more. The god smiled to himself under the cartoon's mask, as he played along giving them the character's trademark fingers to the skull to impact his character's name. He did however, love the adrenaline rush that this reality provided. The bell sounded indicating the match was officially underway. Scanning the layout of the arena, he spotted three cameras indicating this was being taped. That gave the god a second boost of the giggles, knowing that while people watched at home thinking it was their favourite wrestler under this mask, he was really the one. Really the one doing the flips and spins and moves that seemed to defy gravity. They were not just witnessing greatness but an actual god. Over the centuries Bacchus had been so many things to so many people in countless realities, but being this wrestler in this reality always had him returning. No; he thought. No, he was glad he'd chosen this one of the two that day when he'd entered Nosferatu's mind raiding her memories. This image, this man she respected and admired for over a decade was the perfect fit. Bacchus rammed his knee into the neck of his opponent as he watched him stumble backwards a few steps arms flaying around before hitting the rope and sliding to his knees hard. Bacchus turned towards the far rope running at a speed too fast to be considered human but too slow for the god; using it to propel himself across the ring once more to land a perfectly timed low drop kick to the opponent's jaw. Bacchus hung there in midair for a long hesitation before allowing himself to fall onto his ass. He then sprang back up from a flat position flying over the opponent, landing on the top turnbuckle, and diving down on the opponent's chest in a backwards frogsplash. Pulling the opponent back up to a semi-standing position, he delivered a hard chop across the collarbone, causing the opponent to rock and bounce off the ropes once more. Grabbing him by the wrist, Bacchus used the age old Irish-Whip to send the almost unconscious opponent two steps and watched him fall flat. He forgot for a brief second that he was wearing the costume. That the dude he'd shapeshifted into was suppose to be playing a completely different wrestler for this match, as he lifted the opponent up and gave him the dude's trademark move. The cradle-shock. He wasn't even breathing heavy yet as the ref leaned down and told him he needed to cut the match as they were already at the time limit. Nodding, the god pinned his opponent. His arm raised in the win. The character's theme music sprang to life through the speakers of the building as the crowd cheered and clapped. Quickly the sandy-haired blue eyed god made his way back to the locker room, removed the mask and headed to the shower.
He sat in the little cafeteria not more than an hour later, rolling a paper cup steaming with coffee between his palms. It wasn't enough. Shapeshifting constantly into others to create his art, being onstage performing to the love and adore of humans. None of them ever knowing that he was more than what they thought they saw. More than the rock stars they'd loved back in the previous three decades, more than the painters they both scorned and worshiped for the last four hundred years, more than the movie stars or tv heroes that had sprung up in the last fifty years that they threw themselves at. Bacchus had let himself become complacent with the scraps of pop-culture stardom. Had let himself be forgotten along side the other gods. Letting out a deep sigh, Bacchus snapped his fingers once more as the wrestler was returned to the locker room unaware of what had happened, as the god shimmered into thin air.
His back stiffened as he shimmered back into view in front of the house. There was a faint scent of a protection spell. Snorting, Bacchus squinted up his eyes running a palm across the fringe of bangs still flopping over his eyebrows. The wrestler needed a haircut he thought as he shook his head wildly. The too long shaggy do the wrestler favoured suddenly became an inch shorter allowing the god the relief from the itchiness of the long scruff always had against his neck. He walked a few feet towards the house, stopping for a half heartbeat before rolling his eyes and continuing on. Astrid's grandmother had been a very powerful seer, but Astrid was still too young to have the kind of power her spells needed to keep the god out. Bacchus entered the house letting the door slam against the wall in a single huff as he did. Snapping his fingers, both Edric and Seward fainted on the spot into a deep sleep just as he entered the kitchen to see Mercury shimmer off with Nosferatu. Swearing, Bacchus tilted his head deciding to return to the other reality for another match.
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Friday, January 3, 2020
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p21
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 351, chapter 351
1976
"You're pacing." Edric said coldly.
"I'm pissed off." our heroine snarled as she continued to walk in a tight circle in the little room. Her hands on her hips, her eyes cast down as she felt her double row of fangs threatening to break through her gums. The banshee cast a half glance down the hallway at the direction the voice was coming from. Astrid had found the little trio sitting in the middle of a Robin's and told them she knew who they were. Nosferatu now snorted as she heard the sound of the woman's muffled voice as she whispered to someone.
"Come on, take a chill already. So this chick knew we portalled. So, she's a witch." the male hybrid continued as he tapped his fingers on his knee.
"She's no witch." the pale female spat as she pointed towards the hallway. "She's a Librarian." she continued to move around the room like a caged animal.
"And?" Edric shrugged as he nodded towards Seward who'd been in the back area of the room, pressing his palms tight to the walls looking for what he was sure was a hidden door.
"As in magick mirror dumbass." our heroine growled. It was all she could do not to rip through the walls. Ever since they'd landed back in this decade, something had been nudging at our heroine's nerves. For a reality that wasn't suppose to have much, if any magick, she was sure she could feel it tightening around her. Something she just couldn't put her finger on.
"Again I say and?"
"Uh magick mirror? Do you think I could get a message to Landin then?" Seward asked as he continued to knock on the wall near the window looking for a soft spot.
"I don't know?" our heroine said her fingers now at her shoulders and neck. "Your cousin seems to think he's so upper class." she hissed in frustration.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Edric snorted, sighing loudly. The male hybrid crossed his ankle over his knee before uncrossing them and propelling himself out of the chair he'd been sitting in. Since they had entered Astrid's home, Edric's senses had been on fire with some unknown scent.The banshee-werewolf hybrid was down the hallway in a half a breath his overly sensitive nose leading him to the source of the irritant. It wasn't until he found himself standing in the basement did he realize that the smells were coming from hair products. Astrid was a hairdresser. It was the chemicals from her perming solutions and dyes that were causing him issues. Sitting down in the salon chair, the male let out another sigh as he twirled the chair around before staring at his reflection in the work mirror. Bringing his right hand up to his chin, Edric raised an eyebrow thinking it was time for a new look.
Meanwhile...
The male looked down from the building's roof towards the street below him. Fresh painted had just been added to the asphalt in course yellow lines. One long run-on line that looked more like morse code than directions. Waving his hand he watched as the yellow stretches directly below him disappeared then reappeared in the form of an x. He giggled to no one as he jumped. The dark trenchcoat he'd stolen from the store in London blew out behind him like a cape, as he landed on his feet. Mercury stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and continued on down the street at a human's pace. The god whistled as he stopped at the nearest store window seeing a display of hats. He'd always favoured the page-boy style, and grabbed one in tweed. No sooner had he plopped it on, when a voice screamed at him that he couldn't do that. Smirking, the sandy blonde male continued on his path.
"Sorry officer. Can't stay and chat. I'm late for a very important date." Mercury tossed the words over his shoulder in a crisp British accent at the police officer as he staggered from his car. The cop followed him around the corner of a building but lost him as the god had already shimmered into thin air.
He stood outside under a lamp post waiting. The god knew he wouldn't have long to wait, knew all he needed to do was pop into the room. He simply wanted to wait to the last possible second, to have his timing on the dot in order to express the most dramatic affect. Shimmering now would kill the mood. Mercury toyed with the idea of just letting the female make her own choice without all the information. Toyed with the briefest of hesitations before shrugging off the idea. He walked silently from the end of the street towards the house with the lilacs in the garden. Walked smoothly across the wet grass that had been watered too much to the point it was squishy and not at all soaked in. Walked up the two stairs to the porch, opened the front door and just let himself in. Edric was standing in front of him before the front door even closed, his nails sharp, his fangs exposed. "No need for that." Mercury said snapping his fingers, sending the male hybrid across the room. "Sit. Good boy."
"Who the hell are you?" Astrid asked grabbing a hockey stick that had been sitting discarded near the kitchen door.
"I need to borrow Nosferatu." he nodded smiling. "I've got a message or two for her." he ran the palm of his hand across the length of the hallway, exposing a small wave of blue light. "Here's my card." he replied too casually as a small white business style card appeared out of thin air.
"Mercury." our heroine's voice broke the tension from a few feet behind Astrid. "Why are you here?"
"Hello lovely. Been a few years. Well, centuries actually. I do believe it was just outside of Wallachia in the 1400's when I saw you last. How is Vlad?" he tilted his head to the side the brim of the hat casting shadows across his face.
"Again why are you here?" she crossed her arms under her chest giving her boobs a lift.
"In this reality or Thunder Bay?" he continued to smile, his roundish face warm as his grey-blue eyes shone. "Short answer, it's Thunder Bay and you're here in this reality." Mercury cast a glance around the little house. "We need to talk and we should do so before you let Edmund through the portal. Unless you want to repeat what happens in forty years with the Van Helsing house."
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXT SEASON
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page 351, chapter 351
1976
"You're pacing." Edric said coldly.
"I'm pissed off." our heroine snarled as she continued to walk in a tight circle in the little room. Her hands on her hips, her eyes cast down as she felt her double row of fangs threatening to break through her gums. The banshee cast a half glance down the hallway at the direction the voice was coming from. Astrid had found the little trio sitting in the middle of a Robin's and told them she knew who they were. Nosferatu now snorted as she heard the sound of the woman's muffled voice as she whispered to someone.
"Come on, take a chill already. So this chick knew we portalled. So, she's a witch." the male hybrid continued as he tapped his fingers on his knee.
"She's no witch." the pale female spat as she pointed towards the hallway. "She's a Librarian." she continued to move around the room like a caged animal.
"And?" Edric shrugged as he nodded towards Seward who'd been in the back area of the room, pressing his palms tight to the walls looking for what he was sure was a hidden door.
"As in magick mirror dumbass." our heroine growled. It was all she could do not to rip through the walls. Ever since they'd landed back in this decade, something had been nudging at our heroine's nerves. For a reality that wasn't suppose to have much, if any magick, she was sure she could feel it tightening around her. Something she just couldn't put her finger on.
"Again I say and?"
"Uh magick mirror? Do you think I could get a message to Landin then?" Seward asked as he continued to knock on the wall near the window looking for a soft spot.
"I don't know?" our heroine said her fingers now at her shoulders and neck. "Your cousin seems to think he's so upper class." she hissed in frustration.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Edric snorted, sighing loudly. The male hybrid crossed his ankle over his knee before uncrossing them and propelling himself out of the chair he'd been sitting in. Since they had entered Astrid's home, Edric's senses had been on fire with some unknown scent.The banshee-werewolf hybrid was down the hallway in a half a breath his overly sensitive nose leading him to the source of the irritant. It wasn't until he found himself standing in the basement did he realize that the smells were coming from hair products. Astrid was a hairdresser. It was the chemicals from her perming solutions and dyes that were causing him issues. Sitting down in the salon chair, the male let out another sigh as he twirled the chair around before staring at his reflection in the work mirror. Bringing his right hand up to his chin, Edric raised an eyebrow thinking it was time for a new look.
Meanwhile...
The male looked down from the building's roof towards the street below him. Fresh painted had just been added to the asphalt in course yellow lines. One long run-on line that looked more like morse code than directions. Waving his hand he watched as the yellow stretches directly below him disappeared then reappeared in the form of an x. He giggled to no one as he jumped. The dark trenchcoat he'd stolen from the store in London blew out behind him like a cape, as he landed on his feet. Mercury stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and continued on down the street at a human's pace. The god whistled as he stopped at the nearest store window seeing a display of hats. He'd always favoured the page-boy style, and grabbed one in tweed. No sooner had he plopped it on, when a voice screamed at him that he couldn't do that. Smirking, the sandy blonde male continued on his path.
"Sorry officer. Can't stay and chat. I'm late for a very important date." Mercury tossed the words over his shoulder in a crisp British accent at the police officer as he staggered from his car. The cop followed him around the corner of a building but lost him as the god had already shimmered into thin air.
He stood outside under a lamp post waiting. The god knew he wouldn't have long to wait, knew all he needed to do was pop into the room. He simply wanted to wait to the last possible second, to have his timing on the dot in order to express the most dramatic affect. Shimmering now would kill the mood. Mercury toyed with the idea of just letting the female make her own choice without all the information. Toyed with the briefest of hesitations before shrugging off the idea. He walked silently from the end of the street towards the house with the lilacs in the garden. Walked smoothly across the wet grass that had been watered too much to the point it was squishy and not at all soaked in. Walked up the two stairs to the porch, opened the front door and just let himself in. Edric was standing in front of him before the front door even closed, his nails sharp, his fangs exposed. "No need for that." Mercury said snapping his fingers, sending the male hybrid across the room. "Sit. Good boy."
"Who the hell are you?" Astrid asked grabbing a hockey stick that had been sitting discarded near the kitchen door.
"I need to borrow Nosferatu." he nodded smiling. "I've got a message or two for her." he ran the palm of his hand across the length of the hallway, exposing a small wave of blue light. "Here's my card." he replied too casually as a small white business style card appeared out of thin air.
"Mercury." our heroine's voice broke the tension from a few feet behind Astrid. "Why are you here?"
"Hello lovely. Been a few years. Well, centuries actually. I do believe it was just outside of Wallachia in the 1400's when I saw you last. How is Vlad?" he tilted his head to the side the brim of the hat casting shadows across his face.
"Again why are you here?" she crossed her arms under her chest giving her boobs a lift.
"In this reality or Thunder Bay?" he continued to smile, his roundish face warm as his grey-blue eyes shone. "Short answer, it's Thunder Bay and you're here in this reality." Mercury cast a glance around the little house. "We need to talk and we should do so before you let Edmund through the portal. Unless you want to repeat what happens in forty years with the Van Helsing house."
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXT SEASON
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Monday, October 28, 2019
13 Days of Hallowe'en 2019 Day 10
Day 10
movie: Sheep Skin
starring: Michael Schantz, Laurence Mullaney
genre: Crime, Thriller
year: 2013
format: TV Edit
plot: After his sister is killed, a drug addict and his friends kidnap the ex-boyfriend, believing he's a werewolf.
Not really a horror film, not really a thriller either, but a decent drama. Except for the first five minutes, everything happens within one room, and the character's paranoia pits everyone against each other. I think that's what brilliant about this story. It plays on the claustrophobia and mistrust created by the fear and prejudice the main characters already have. You've got a great metaphor happening for 90% of this film, the other 10% is ...well a werewolf movie.
The pay off in the last 2 minutes, you can see coming a mile away, but it works. I found myself smirking and nodding to the last scene as the screen went black. It takes a long time to get to the point, but the rest of the movie is actually good. You don't mind how long it takes to get to it.
And yes, there is a werewolf transformation, even though it ends up more of a man in a gorilla suite which makes you laugh out loud. I don't know if the intention was just to straight up do a werewolf movie, or if the intention was more to explore the metaphor of fear? I felt it did one better than the other. Through most of the movie you are watching the lead character lose his mind more and more as he's trying to prove he's right and coming up empty. The fact that midway the character is caught taking a handful of pills, causing his credibility to be questioned helps to put more doubt in the viewer's mind.
As a movie about fear and paranoia, this is pretty decent.
Okay, I'm going to bury this here in the graveyard. I'll be back tomorrow with another treat for your Hallowe'en displeasure.
movie: Sheep Skin
starring: Michael Schantz, Laurence Mullaney
genre: Crime, Thriller
year: 2013
format: TV Edit
plot: After his sister is killed, a drug addict and his friends kidnap the ex-boyfriend, believing he's a werewolf.
Not really a horror film, not really a thriller either, but a decent drama. Except for the first five minutes, everything happens within one room, and the character's paranoia pits everyone against each other. I think that's what brilliant about this story. It plays on the claustrophobia and mistrust created by the fear and prejudice the main characters already have. You've got a great metaphor happening for 90% of this film, the other 10% is ...well a werewolf movie.
The pay off in the last 2 minutes, you can see coming a mile away, but it works. I found myself smirking and nodding to the last scene as the screen went black. It takes a long time to get to the point, but the rest of the movie is actually good. You don't mind how long it takes to get to it.
And yes, there is a werewolf transformation, even though it ends up more of a man in a gorilla suite which makes you laugh out loud. I don't know if the intention was just to straight up do a werewolf movie, or if the intention was more to explore the metaphor of fear? I felt it did one better than the other. Through most of the movie you are watching the lead character lose his mind more and more as he's trying to prove he's right and coming up empty. The fact that midway the character is caught taking a handful of pills, causing his credibility to be questioned helps to put more doubt in the viewer's mind.
As a movie about fear and paranoia, this is pretty decent.
Okay, I'm going to bury this here in the graveyard. I'll be back tomorrow with another treat for your Hallowe'en displeasure.
Monday, October 7, 2019
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p20
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 350, chapter 350
1976
Astrid slid out of the bed as carefully as she could not wanting to wake Bart...Bert...Ben? Didn't matter, she had no intention of seeing him again. She needed to get home, the babysitter was only suppose to stay till midnight and it was almost 1am. Grabbing the white slacks from the floor she kept her head down avoiding the thin scarf she had insisted he use to cover the mirror. Finding her boots she tiptoed her way through the house avoiding the other two mirrors in the hallway as well. She didn't breathe until she was outside, her back flat against the door, her boots still in one hand, her purse and slacks in the other. Quickly she got dressed on the porch before realizing she left the scarf. "Shack. What am I going to do about my hair?" she shrugged to herself as she started to head towards the center of town. She hadn't had much time to herself since the baby had been born. Single mom having to work two jobs just to keep up, it didn't help any that since her grandmother died last year, the job of Librarian had become hers. Astrid hated mirrors now, and almost never used them to see herself. Her grandmother had told her not too worry about that, that only the one in the sewing room was magick, but none the less, the very idea that at any moment the white fog might activate any random mirror freaked her out. Remembering that they were out of milk, she crossed through the park heading towards the 24 hour grocery. And that's when see saw them. Three figures moving across the park, like an overexposed negative. Two men and a woman walked out of thin air. Only it wasn't anymore, there was a swirling mass behind them in the middle of the park. Shaking her head, Astrid cleared the vision away. But only for the briefest of seconds before it seemed to pick up again. But now they were no longer walking, they were sitting in the middle of a coffee shop huddled together, the tall thin male seeming very distressed. "Why am I seeing this now?" she asked herself as she cautiously moved closer to the spot. Putting her palms up, she felt the heat coming from where the vision had taken place. "Still warm like an oven after making bread." she whispered, her eyes wide. "So it hasn't been long less than an hour." she calculated that meant they must be close still. "Why now? Why here? Think girl what planets are doing what? Are we close to a solstice? What would cause..." she spotted a young couple heading towards her holding hands, the guy in faded bellbottom jeans no shoes, his chest exposed with his brown jacket open. The girl wearing the shortest pink and purple mini skirt Astrid had ever seen, and a fringed white top. Ducking her head Astrid blushed as she realized she had been not just talking to herself but talking out loud. Moving on through the park she made her way to the grocery; the smell of wet dog so overpowering she had to cover her mouth and nose. The mocha skinned twenty-three year old woman stopped suddenly as a rush of dizziness caused her to feel faint, forcing her to lean on the edge of the newspaper rack. Moving her hand then to her throat she froze in panic. Her had wasn't her own but that of an extremely pale person. She blinked trying to clear her head telling herself it was the vision still playing mind games with her. But when she did, she saw the two males sitting beside her at a coffee shop. Astrid was suddenly there, in the smoky building listening to the people around them, listening to the two males argue and plot, the voice of the one to her right so much louder that she needed to cover her ears, the smell of wet dog so heavy she wanted to gag. Then Astrid was back in her own body, standing in the 24 hour grocery no one but herself and the teenaged checkout clerk.
When she got home fifteen minutes later, Astrid paid the babysitter and headed for her grandmother's sewing room. Removing the white sheet she had placed over the mirror before leaving for the night, she let out a deep breath. The familiar sight of the other side of the mirror was both comforting and frightening as Edmund Gaerwn looked up from the large spellbook he was studying. "Astrid?" he closed the book still leaning on the table. "Is there something the matter?"
"I'm not sure? I was out just now and ...a portal opened up. Three people came through." she raised her hand palm towards the mirror. "Now before you say anything, I saw it in a vision. It had already happened, but I'm guessing it happened near where I was. Two of them were not human."
"What were they?" Edmund asked as he stood straight his piercing blue eyes demanding.
"My best guess, wolf. The smell of wet dog was unmistakable."
"Are you sure? Lycanthropes can not open portals. They would have needed an extremely powerful witch or a...banshee." a seductive smile crossed his lips. "Find them. Bring them there to the mirror I need to see them, to speak to them."
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page 350, chapter 350
1976
Astrid slid out of the bed as carefully as she could not wanting to wake Bart...Bert...Ben? Didn't matter, she had no intention of seeing him again. She needed to get home, the babysitter was only suppose to stay till midnight and it was almost 1am. Grabbing the white slacks from the floor she kept her head down avoiding the thin scarf she had insisted he use to cover the mirror. Finding her boots she tiptoed her way through the house avoiding the other two mirrors in the hallway as well. She didn't breathe until she was outside, her back flat against the door, her boots still in one hand, her purse and slacks in the other. Quickly she got dressed on the porch before realizing she left the scarf. "Shack. What am I going to do about my hair?" she shrugged to herself as she started to head towards the center of town. She hadn't had much time to herself since the baby had been born. Single mom having to work two jobs just to keep up, it didn't help any that since her grandmother died last year, the job of Librarian had become hers. Astrid hated mirrors now, and almost never used them to see herself. Her grandmother had told her not too worry about that, that only the one in the sewing room was magick, but none the less, the very idea that at any moment the white fog might activate any random mirror freaked her out. Remembering that they were out of milk, she crossed through the park heading towards the 24 hour grocery. And that's when see saw them. Three figures moving across the park, like an overexposed negative. Two men and a woman walked out of thin air. Only it wasn't anymore, there was a swirling mass behind them in the middle of the park. Shaking her head, Astrid cleared the vision away. But only for the briefest of seconds before it seemed to pick up again. But now they were no longer walking, they were sitting in the middle of a coffee shop huddled together, the tall thin male seeming very distressed. "Why am I seeing this now?" she asked herself as she cautiously moved closer to the spot. Putting her palms up, she felt the heat coming from where the vision had taken place. "Still warm like an oven after making bread." she whispered, her eyes wide. "So it hasn't been long less than an hour." she calculated that meant they must be close still. "Why now? Why here? Think girl what planets are doing what? Are we close to a solstice? What would cause..." she spotted a young couple heading towards her holding hands, the guy in faded bellbottom jeans no shoes, his chest exposed with his brown jacket open. The girl wearing the shortest pink and purple mini skirt Astrid had ever seen, and a fringed white top. Ducking her head Astrid blushed as she realized she had been not just talking to herself but talking out loud. Moving on through the park she made her way to the grocery; the smell of wet dog so overpowering she had to cover her mouth and nose. The mocha skinned twenty-three year old woman stopped suddenly as a rush of dizziness caused her to feel faint, forcing her to lean on the edge of the newspaper rack. Moving her hand then to her throat she froze in panic. Her had wasn't her own but that of an extremely pale person. She blinked trying to clear her head telling herself it was the vision still playing mind games with her. But when she did, she saw the two males sitting beside her at a coffee shop. Astrid was suddenly there, in the smoky building listening to the people around them, listening to the two males argue and plot, the voice of the one to her right so much louder that she needed to cover her ears, the smell of wet dog so heavy she wanted to gag. Then Astrid was back in her own body, standing in the 24 hour grocery no one but herself and the teenaged checkout clerk.
When she got home fifteen minutes later, Astrid paid the babysitter and headed for her grandmother's sewing room. Removing the white sheet she had placed over the mirror before leaving for the night, she let out a deep breath. The familiar sight of the other side of the mirror was both comforting and frightening as Edmund Gaerwn looked up from the large spellbook he was studying. "Astrid?" he closed the book still leaning on the table. "Is there something the matter?"
"I'm not sure? I was out just now and ...a portal opened up. Three people came through." she raised her hand palm towards the mirror. "Now before you say anything, I saw it in a vision. It had already happened, but I'm guessing it happened near where I was. Two of them were not human."
"What were they?" Edmund asked as he stood straight his piercing blue eyes demanding.
"My best guess, wolf. The smell of wet dog was unmistakable."
"Are you sure? Lycanthropes can not open portals. They would have needed an extremely powerful witch or a...banshee." a seductive smile crossed his lips. "Find them. Bring them there to the mirror I need to see them, to speak to them."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I know I promised you guys this one back few months ago. But I'm still catching up on stuff )
Saturday, June 15, 2019
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p19
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 349, chapter 349
Jacob's Daze
1400's
He grunted as he raised the axe, splitting the wood sending shards of it flying. he was angry, adrenaline pumping as he tried not to think. He'd been angry since he'd woken up that morning and there had been no reason for it. Sweat beaded on the werewolf's flesh, leaving a ring at the waist of his pants. His ears twitched as he heard the laughter. They were miles away still, three of the local whores come to keep Vlad's men company. Sniffing shallowly, he wiped his hand over his mouth. They smelled good, sweet in their perfumed clothes, carrying baskets of fresh berries, fruit and wine. To Jacob that smelled even better than they did. But he just didn't want to smell it. Didn't want to know how the tang of sweat and perfume would sit on the edge of his very sensitive nose for the next few hours. His stomach rumbled as he stopped his task long enough to watch the three women marching arrogantly through the trees. Their feet crunching carelessly on fallen branches. Each footfall an insult to the forest. Jacob's gaze fell across each before settling on a crushed leaf. The green colour bursting like a waterfall. Something wasn't right here. Bringing his hand up to his face, the lycanthrope hid behind his palm as he sniffed deeply closing his blue eyes. It was like a spell gone wrong as it burst around him, slithering across his back and shoulders. He felt as if he were being hugged by a bear, the tightness making him feel the need to rotate his shoulders a few times to assure himself he could move. His senses overloaded with the taste of magick which seemed to be like eating burnt leaves. A horrible reminder that the full moon was that night. Since Rolf and Reuben had returned to their own time, Jacob once again took his place as Oaken pack alpha. And with having to share space now with not just the Blacksmith pack but the Copperheads and the Millersons, he was simply dreading this full moon. It would; he was more than sure, be a nightmare of a bloodbath. Now, this tinge of whatever magick he was sensing was not welcome. The tall jet black haired male magick misted a clean crisp shirt as he bent to gather his firewood. He sat a few hours later by the edge of the camp having had no stomach for the dinner, a familiar feeling beginning to creep over him. The sun was less than an hour from setting, and the packs were already beginning to get restless, each holding territory nearby. Jacob stretched grunting in pain. Something was different tonight, something tugging at him causing every muscle in the shapeshifter to ache and burn. Had been all day. The dark haired male decided not to wait for nightfall as he got up from his seat and walked into the woods. Letting the magick mist surround him, his clothes and boots disappeared leaving him naked as he knelt on all fours. His bones shifted and cracked as he screamed in agony. His voice going from human to nothing more than animalistic gurgles before a howl escaped his throat. He hadn't felt this much torture shifting to his wolf form since he was a kid, since the first time he turned. Panting, the large onyx wolf shook himself before heading off at a run. The werewolf crossed nearly twenty miles within minutes as he ran deeper into the forest. Something driving him to test his own speed. Stopping at the edge of a lake, he dipped his muzzle into it lapping the cool water. He was thirsty. Good old fashioned thirst from running so long at such a speed. He let his mind drift then to the simple task of quieting that need, when he caught a scent. Turning his eyes up the beast peered across the lake's surface. He stopped drinking jerking his head up to get a better look. There less than a mile away on the far side of the lake was the Banshee.
"Jacob." he heard her whisper as she stood still her pulse quickening. The onyx wolf raised his face to the sky, one front paw raised as if about to take a step. He hesitated before lowering his muzzle once more to return to the cold water. His amber-grey eyes never breaking contact with Nosferatu's. He then crossed the length of the water in a half heartbeat, without even wanting to. The creature stopped once again distracted for a half a breath by a large trout swimming against the current. Snarling before letting a yelp escape him, the wolf continued to concentrate on the fish. Pouncing his powerful jaws clamped down on the fish as he proudly showed off his prize. His animal mind telling him he needed to prove he could do it without failure. Jacob moved onward to where our heroine was still standing, her skirt hiked up around her thighs as to not get too wet, her bare legs under the water. The wolf past the female dropping the large fish on the edge of the bank before snorting at her. He transformed back to his human self just as the sky began to become rust orange. The sun starting to set.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked breathless. It was all he could do not to count the beats of her heart as he tried to still his own breath. The female shrugged clearing her throat as she tried not to stare at the still naked man. Jacob smelled the banshee's body chemistry change as she blushed.
"Just something I've always been able to do." She walked towards him splashing water as she did, the waterline getting closer and closer to her ankles, revealing just how pale she was. "Well I was hoping to be at the castle before anyone found me. Should I run?" the male's gaze was drawn then to a large scar on the hybrid's right leg. He was reminded that in her time such injuries were no longer life threatening to humans. Remembered her telling him about how surgeries to repair broken bones were common place. Reminded that she'd once been human.
"Please do not." Jacob closed his eyes running his fingers over his mouth. "Running will just set things off. Heartbeat the blood rushing which you already know yourself. And I am not sure I can resist with the moon so close to rising." opening his eyes he gave her a sideways glance. "I had no intention of..." he gestured towards her. "I'm already alpha and I have no problem fighting to keep it."
"That will not matter once the full moon is visible completely. All logic and rational thought or good intentions are gone." our heroine said her tone low. "Trust me. I have been through it before."
"If only there was a way to stop it." Jacob said still standing a few feet from her; still naked.
"There is." our heroine moved farther up towards the edge of the bank towards the trees. "Beating it to it. The very first time I witnessed the full moon ritual, I stopped it by choosing a mate." she breathed a deep sigh. "If I were to choose someone the ritual is stopped. Ended before it can begin." reaching her hand up to touch his neck her eyes flashed the pure white of the banshee. The air shifted around them carrying on it the heavy smell of wet dog. "Damn." she shook her head her eyes returning to their human hazel. "The other packs are coming. I have to go. Try not to get killed."
"Wait." Jacob's words were starting to slur as he reached out for her. His nails sharp glass like points, his bottom fangs already exposed. Grabbing her hand he brought it up to his face sniffing deeply. He trailed his nose up her arm to her elbow as he closed his eyes. Snarling Nosferatu tried to pull away but couldn't. "I think...I think it is too late." Jacob mumbled as he fought back a growl. Her scent was all he could comprehend. It just seemed to engulf him like a wool coat. Our heroine swore as she listened to the sounds of the approaching werewolves. At lest five heartbeats were closing in. Turning to look at the sky, she did indeed see the moon visible beside the still setting sun. She had two choices; either fight her way out of it getting killed in the process or give in letting one of the lycanthropes claim her. Taking a deep gulp of air, Nosferatu stopped struggling.
"Shack it! Jacob Oaken, I choose you." her voice was steady and solid as she tilted her chin so that she was talking to the wind as much as to the male beside her. The involuntary transformation seemed to stop cold leaving the male able to get some control over it and return to his human form. He pulled her to himself before toppling them both to the ground.
"You hear that?" he whispered a few moments later. "The packs they are gone." the strange feeling he'd had all day suddenly vanished. All the odd aches and pains suddenly gone, as if they'd never been. He stretched out beside her wiggling his toes. "I could get used to this." the dark haired lycanthrope said rolling back on top of his new mate, his arms raised over her skull as he flexed and unflexed his fingers kneading the dirt and grass around them. Reminding our heroine suddenly of a cat and not a wolf. "I feel great!" there was no hiding the joy and shock in his tone. The energy seemed to snake it's way up his spine flowing into his shoulders. "Can you feel that? Like the whole world is humming." his blue eyes seemed to actually glow as the last rays of sunlight gleamed in them. Our heroine said nothing as she examined him, tracing a nail through his hair. Nosferatu half expected to see the grey streaks appear at his temples but the didn't. Unlike when she'd claimed Reuben last time while she'd been pregnant, the Frankenstein curse seemed to have no effect on Jacob. "You do not look like you feel great. You look like you feel sad." he knitted his eyebrows together in worry. "I know you have been through this process before, but unlike your other mate, I am not that easily killed." Jacob nodded unable to keep the smirk off his face. "You already had my loyalty now you have got my body and my heart." he leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face.
"I do not want your heart. Save that for when I am gone and you fall in love." she said with a touch of venom to her voice. "You are right. I have been through this claiming process before. a half dozen times. And I knew enough to know that with Reuben gone, it was going to happen. The full moon ritual is a beast all it's own. Given Maxwell is the alpha for the Blacksmith pack again, I figured it would eventually be down to one of you two. You were the better choice." she remarked trying to wiggle out from under him. "Do not look so hurt." She gave up trying to move as the dark haired male slammed both palms into the ground snarling.
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page 349, chapter 349
Jacob's Daze
1400's
He grunted as he raised the axe, splitting the wood sending shards of it flying. he was angry, adrenaline pumping as he tried not to think. He'd been angry since he'd woken up that morning and there had been no reason for it. Sweat beaded on the werewolf's flesh, leaving a ring at the waist of his pants. His ears twitched as he heard the laughter. They were miles away still, three of the local whores come to keep Vlad's men company. Sniffing shallowly, he wiped his hand over his mouth. They smelled good, sweet in their perfumed clothes, carrying baskets of fresh berries, fruit and wine. To Jacob that smelled even better than they did. But he just didn't want to smell it. Didn't want to know how the tang of sweat and perfume would sit on the edge of his very sensitive nose for the next few hours. His stomach rumbled as he stopped his task long enough to watch the three women marching arrogantly through the trees. Their feet crunching carelessly on fallen branches. Each footfall an insult to the forest. Jacob's gaze fell across each before settling on a crushed leaf. The green colour bursting like a waterfall. Something wasn't right here. Bringing his hand up to his face, the lycanthrope hid behind his palm as he sniffed deeply closing his blue eyes. It was like a spell gone wrong as it burst around him, slithering across his back and shoulders. He felt as if he were being hugged by a bear, the tightness making him feel the need to rotate his shoulders a few times to assure himself he could move. His senses overloaded with the taste of magick which seemed to be like eating burnt leaves. A horrible reminder that the full moon was that night. Since Rolf and Reuben had returned to their own time, Jacob once again took his place as Oaken pack alpha. And with having to share space now with not just the Blacksmith pack but the Copperheads and the Millersons, he was simply dreading this full moon. It would; he was more than sure, be a nightmare of a bloodbath. Now, this tinge of whatever magick he was sensing was not welcome. The tall jet black haired male magick misted a clean crisp shirt as he bent to gather his firewood. He sat a few hours later by the edge of the camp having had no stomach for the dinner, a familiar feeling beginning to creep over him. The sun was less than an hour from setting, and the packs were already beginning to get restless, each holding territory nearby. Jacob stretched grunting in pain. Something was different tonight, something tugging at him causing every muscle in the shapeshifter to ache and burn. Had been all day. The dark haired male decided not to wait for nightfall as he got up from his seat and walked into the woods. Letting the magick mist surround him, his clothes and boots disappeared leaving him naked as he knelt on all fours. His bones shifted and cracked as he screamed in agony. His voice going from human to nothing more than animalistic gurgles before a howl escaped his throat. He hadn't felt this much torture shifting to his wolf form since he was a kid, since the first time he turned. Panting, the large onyx wolf shook himself before heading off at a run. The werewolf crossed nearly twenty miles within minutes as he ran deeper into the forest. Something driving him to test his own speed. Stopping at the edge of a lake, he dipped his muzzle into it lapping the cool water. He was thirsty. Good old fashioned thirst from running so long at such a speed. He let his mind drift then to the simple task of quieting that need, when he caught a scent. Turning his eyes up the beast peered across the lake's surface. He stopped drinking jerking his head up to get a better look. There less than a mile away on the far side of the lake was the Banshee.
"Jacob." he heard her whisper as she stood still her pulse quickening. The onyx wolf raised his face to the sky, one front paw raised as if about to take a step. He hesitated before lowering his muzzle once more to return to the cold water. His amber-grey eyes never breaking contact with Nosferatu's. He then crossed the length of the water in a half heartbeat, without even wanting to. The creature stopped once again distracted for a half a breath by a large trout swimming against the current. Snarling before letting a yelp escape him, the wolf continued to concentrate on the fish. Pouncing his powerful jaws clamped down on the fish as he proudly showed off his prize. His animal mind telling him he needed to prove he could do it without failure. Jacob moved onward to where our heroine was still standing, her skirt hiked up around her thighs as to not get too wet, her bare legs under the water. The wolf past the female dropping the large fish on the edge of the bank before snorting at her. He transformed back to his human self just as the sky began to become rust orange. The sun starting to set.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked breathless. It was all he could do not to count the beats of her heart as he tried to still his own breath. The female shrugged clearing her throat as she tried not to stare at the still naked man. Jacob smelled the banshee's body chemistry change as she blushed.
"Just something I've always been able to do." She walked towards him splashing water as she did, the waterline getting closer and closer to her ankles, revealing just how pale she was. "Well I was hoping to be at the castle before anyone found me. Should I run?" the male's gaze was drawn then to a large scar on the hybrid's right leg. He was reminded that in her time such injuries were no longer life threatening to humans. Remembered her telling him about how surgeries to repair broken bones were common place. Reminded that she'd once been human.
"Please do not." Jacob closed his eyes running his fingers over his mouth. "Running will just set things off. Heartbeat the blood rushing which you already know yourself. And I am not sure I can resist with the moon so close to rising." opening his eyes he gave her a sideways glance. "I had no intention of..." he gestured towards her. "I'm already alpha and I have no problem fighting to keep it."
"That will not matter once the full moon is visible completely. All logic and rational thought or good intentions are gone." our heroine said her tone low. "Trust me. I have been through it before."
"If only there was a way to stop it." Jacob said still standing a few feet from her; still naked.
"There is." our heroine moved farther up towards the edge of the bank towards the trees. "Beating it to it. The very first time I witnessed the full moon ritual, I stopped it by choosing a mate." she breathed a deep sigh. "If I were to choose someone the ritual is stopped. Ended before it can begin." reaching her hand up to touch his neck her eyes flashed the pure white of the banshee. The air shifted around them carrying on it the heavy smell of wet dog. "Damn." she shook her head her eyes returning to their human hazel. "The other packs are coming. I have to go. Try not to get killed."
"Wait." Jacob's words were starting to slur as he reached out for her. His nails sharp glass like points, his bottom fangs already exposed. Grabbing her hand he brought it up to his face sniffing deeply. He trailed his nose up her arm to her elbow as he closed his eyes. Snarling Nosferatu tried to pull away but couldn't. "I think...I think it is too late." Jacob mumbled as he fought back a growl. Her scent was all he could comprehend. It just seemed to engulf him like a wool coat. Our heroine swore as she listened to the sounds of the approaching werewolves. At lest five heartbeats were closing in. Turning to look at the sky, she did indeed see the moon visible beside the still setting sun. She had two choices; either fight her way out of it getting killed in the process or give in letting one of the lycanthropes claim her. Taking a deep gulp of air, Nosferatu stopped struggling.
"Shack it! Jacob Oaken, I choose you." her voice was steady and solid as she tilted her chin so that she was talking to the wind as much as to the male beside her. The involuntary transformation seemed to stop cold leaving the male able to get some control over it and return to his human form. He pulled her to himself before toppling them both to the ground.
"You hear that?" he whispered a few moments later. "The packs they are gone." the strange feeling he'd had all day suddenly vanished. All the odd aches and pains suddenly gone, as if they'd never been. He stretched out beside her wiggling his toes. "I could get used to this." the dark haired lycanthrope said rolling back on top of his new mate, his arms raised over her skull as he flexed and unflexed his fingers kneading the dirt and grass around them. Reminding our heroine suddenly of a cat and not a wolf. "I feel great!" there was no hiding the joy and shock in his tone. The energy seemed to snake it's way up his spine flowing into his shoulders. "Can you feel that? Like the whole world is humming." his blue eyes seemed to actually glow as the last rays of sunlight gleamed in them. Our heroine said nothing as she examined him, tracing a nail through his hair. Nosferatu half expected to see the grey streaks appear at his temples but the didn't. Unlike when she'd claimed Reuben last time while she'd been pregnant, the Frankenstein curse seemed to have no effect on Jacob. "You do not look like you feel great. You look like you feel sad." he knitted his eyebrows together in worry. "I know you have been through this process before, but unlike your other mate, I am not that easily killed." Jacob nodded unable to keep the smirk off his face. "You already had my loyalty now you have got my body and my heart." he leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face.
"I do not want your heart. Save that for when I am gone and you fall in love." she said with a touch of venom to her voice. "You are right. I have been through this claiming process before. a half dozen times. And I knew enough to know that with Reuben gone, it was going to happen. The full moon ritual is a beast all it's own. Given Maxwell is the alpha for the Blacksmith pack again, I figured it would eventually be down to one of you two. You were the better choice." she remarked trying to wiggle out from under him. "Do not look so hurt." She gave up trying to move as the dark haired male slammed both palms into the ground snarling.
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Monday, April 22, 2019
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p18
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 348, chapter 348
"My cellphone isn't working." Seward said as he waved the little machine. "Like nothing. No bars, no indication of anything." he looked around them nearly spinning in a complete circle. "Where are we? If we were in the warehouse when we went through the portal shouldn't we have returned to the warehouse when we came back through?" Our heroine was barely listening, as she brought her left hand up flexing her fingers before whispering and blowing on her palm. A golf ball size bubble appeared suddenly, a small butterfly held within. She moved her wrist slightly letting the bubble move across her knuckles.
"Wicked." she said wide eyed.
"How'd you do that?" the dark haired human asked just as the bubble disappeared.
"Shack." our heroine huffed. "It's a trick The Seer used to do all the time. I guess his bloodlink ran it's course. Any magick I had from him just ran out." the female banshee plunked down on the nearest patch of lawn, the canvas bag with the spellbook now in her lap. They turned to see Edric returning from just to the left of them. Neither had paid any attention to the fact the hybrid had wandered off in the last few minutes.
"I just found this." Edric said showing them a newspaper. "Look at the date." Seward and our heroine looked at the little black and white print.
"Oh my god! 1976! What the shack?" Seward threw his arms up . "Back in time?" he was still waving the little dead cellphone in his hand trying to understand. He spun around on his heels surveying the landscape suddenly. They were in what looked like a naked plot of land. Half of it was nothing but dirt, with bits of car parts and trash in the far corners by a wire fence. "Are we in a dump?" he shook his head blinking at what he thought were train tracks hidden under long weeds about thirty feet away. Walking over to them, he pointed. "This is where the warehouse should be. By the abandoned tracks."
"Figures." Nosferatu sighed linking her fingers together stretching. The weight of the spellbook causing the canvas bag to slide off her knees.
"What do you mean figures?" Seward was now holding his useless cellphone in both hands like his life depended on it, his knuckles bone white. He crossed back to them his shoulders tight.
"I think that was me. Not on purpose, but it's not the first time it's happened. No puns intended." the two males stood there waiting for more; Edric's eyebrows knitted in confusion and Seward looking like he was about to have a full on panic attack. His fingers were gripping the cellphone to the point they were leaving heat prints. "Way back when I was first in the Darkest Forest, the Seer and I opened a portal, only instead of going to another reality, we landed back a few years in the year 2000. Then another time I'd had enough of things with Dagan, and opened up a portal only I ended up in the 1400's. How I met Vlad actually." she frowned. "Come to think of it, when I escaped Bacchus's palace I ended up back in Rolf's kingdom with a wee bit of a 24 hour time difference." she held up her thumb and forefinger squinting. "Just a touch of jet lag on that point."
"So what you're saying is you can time travel?" Seward asked his chin down eyes wide hands now out at his sides, the cellphone still clutched in his left hand.
"Not on purpose." our heroine picked at a single blade of grass having noticed how it was yellow and split down the middle where as all the others around it were still deep vibrant green. "It's one of the reasons Bacchus is so determined to have me. Well, not have me-have me..." she went quiet for a long pause as she thought about it. Tilting her head to the side she raised an eyebrow as if answering a question to herself. "...at lest that was never hinted at as part of his deal. Anyways, it's one of the reasons Bacchus wants me to rule by his side as the High Priestess Queen of his Bacchae. Because of the portal time thingie. I don't move through the realities in any liner fashion."
"And you're just telling us this now! After we followed you through the portal to begin with and back to what was suppose to be home! You couldn't have said anything oh I don't know, like twenty minutes ago when we were still safe in 2018 in the warehouse?" Seward was standing on his toes red faced getting hysterical.
"Don't you dare!" the female got up to face him. "I never asked you to jump through the portal with me. You did that! That's on you." she bent down snatching up the canvas bag, slinging the straps over her shoulder as she stormed off towards the nearest street.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yes, it was 2018 still in the story's modern timeline when they went through the portal.)
page 348, chapter 348
"My cellphone isn't working." Seward said as he waved the little machine. "Like nothing. No bars, no indication of anything." he looked around them nearly spinning in a complete circle. "Where are we? If we were in the warehouse when we went through the portal shouldn't we have returned to the warehouse when we came back through?" Our heroine was barely listening, as she brought her left hand up flexing her fingers before whispering and blowing on her palm. A golf ball size bubble appeared suddenly, a small butterfly held within. She moved her wrist slightly letting the bubble move across her knuckles.
"Wicked." she said wide eyed.
"How'd you do that?" the dark haired human asked just as the bubble disappeared.
"Shack." our heroine huffed. "It's a trick The Seer used to do all the time. I guess his bloodlink ran it's course. Any magick I had from him just ran out." the female banshee plunked down on the nearest patch of lawn, the canvas bag with the spellbook now in her lap. They turned to see Edric returning from just to the left of them. Neither had paid any attention to the fact the hybrid had wandered off in the last few minutes.
"I just found this." Edric said showing them a newspaper. "Look at the date." Seward and our heroine looked at the little black and white print.
"Oh my god! 1976! What the shack?" Seward threw his arms up . "Back in time?" he was still waving the little dead cellphone in his hand trying to understand. He spun around on his heels surveying the landscape suddenly. They were in what looked like a naked plot of land. Half of it was nothing but dirt, with bits of car parts and trash in the far corners by a wire fence. "Are we in a dump?" he shook his head blinking at what he thought were train tracks hidden under long weeds about thirty feet away. Walking over to them, he pointed. "This is where the warehouse should be. By the abandoned tracks."
"Figures." Nosferatu sighed linking her fingers together stretching. The weight of the spellbook causing the canvas bag to slide off her knees.
"What do you mean figures?" Seward was now holding his useless cellphone in both hands like his life depended on it, his knuckles bone white. He crossed back to them his shoulders tight.
"I think that was me. Not on purpose, but it's not the first time it's happened. No puns intended." the two males stood there waiting for more; Edric's eyebrows knitted in confusion and Seward looking like he was about to have a full on panic attack. His fingers were gripping the cellphone to the point they were leaving heat prints. "Way back when I was first in the Darkest Forest, the Seer and I opened a portal, only instead of going to another reality, we landed back a few years in the year 2000. Then another time I'd had enough of things with Dagan, and opened up a portal only I ended up in the 1400's. How I met Vlad actually." she frowned. "Come to think of it, when I escaped Bacchus's palace I ended up back in Rolf's kingdom with a wee bit of a 24 hour time difference." she held up her thumb and forefinger squinting. "Just a touch of jet lag on that point."
"So what you're saying is you can time travel?" Seward asked his chin down eyes wide hands now out at his sides, the cellphone still clutched in his left hand.
"Not on purpose." our heroine picked at a single blade of grass having noticed how it was yellow and split down the middle where as all the others around it were still deep vibrant green. "It's one of the reasons Bacchus is so determined to have me. Well, not have me-have me..." she went quiet for a long pause as she thought about it. Tilting her head to the side she raised an eyebrow as if answering a question to herself. "...at lest that was never hinted at as part of his deal. Anyways, it's one of the reasons Bacchus wants me to rule by his side as the High Priestess Queen of his Bacchae. Because of the portal time thingie. I don't move through the realities in any liner fashion."
"And you're just telling us this now! After we followed you through the portal to begin with and back to what was suppose to be home! You couldn't have said anything oh I don't know, like twenty minutes ago when we were still safe in 2018 in the warehouse?" Seward was standing on his toes red faced getting hysterical.
"Don't you dare!" the female got up to face him. "I never asked you to jump through the portal with me. You did that! That's on you." she bent down snatching up the canvas bag, slinging the straps over her shoulder as she stormed off towards the nearest street.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yes, it was 2018 still in the story's modern timeline when they went through the portal.)
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Night Bleeds 2019 March book
Spudguns!, It's book club day. This month's selection was Queen Victoria Demon Hunter by A.E. Moorat.
plot: It's the mid-1800's and young Victoria has just both had her eighteenth birthday and been informed she is now Queen. At the same time across town, Quimby and his manservant Perkins have just survived a horde of zombies that have broken out of their captivity. Well, mostly survived, as Perkins is half eaten by a zombie before Quimby is able to save him. Perkins then becomes the latest zombie. As well a large pack of rats have begun chasing people through the streets. The information reaches the ears of Maggie Brown, head of the Royal Protektors, and she is called into action to the Queen's side. Maggie manages to fight off an attack by a succubus saving the Queen. With their assassination attempt a failure, the Queen's enemies lay dormant for the next few years. During this time, the Queen marries her beloved Albert and gives birth to both a daughter and son, all the while unaware that her enemies have been living with her. As we learn, Sir Conroy, the very human familiar to the Queen's uncle; had a hand in setting up the royal marriage. Meanwhile, while this is happening, Quimby, who has managed to create a serum that causes reanimation, has been blackmailed by Conroy into helping the Queen's enemies overtake the Parliament by turning half the members into zombies. The Queen's enemies, who are in fact demons, kidnap her husband Albert, forcing Queen Victoria to rescue him. The Queen, along with Maggie and another member of the Royal Protektors, Vasquez, find themselves first having to deal with the chaos caused by the zombied members of Parliament, before tracking Albert to Bedlam where he's being held captive. And which turns out is also the entrance to hell.
There are so many sub-plots going on here. They do eventually come together to make one cohesive story, but at first glance, they seem almost not to have anything to do with each other. You're about midway through the book before they really connect.
I liked this a lot more than some of the others in this mash-up genre I've read. About the only real complaint I have on this novel is that the last 50 pages becomes one long action scene. Some of the characters could have been a little more fleshed out, such as the Royal Protektors Hudson, Hicks and Vasquez, as it is they ended up being sort of flat. One of the most interesting characters other than the character of Victoria herself; happens to be Egg, and he's only given a few scenes with little to do. I kept expecting him to have a more important role in the whole thing, but sadly he didn't. There are also the mysterious creepy children who are Conroy's bodyguards. A little bit of a back story on them would have upped the game just a notch. There is also, an entire group of werewolves that at first seem like the center of the villains, and are given some depth, but you quickly learn they are just the comic relief.
I don't have a whole lot else to say about this one. It's a lighter book, which sways between action-gore and dramatic-comedy. You're drawn between the relationships which focus on the mentor/student dynamic of Maggie and the Queen, and the buddy/odd couple of Quimby and Perkins more so than anything else.
I'll be back in a day or two with the official announcement for April's selection.
plot: It's the mid-1800's and young Victoria has just both had her eighteenth birthday and been informed she is now Queen. At the same time across town, Quimby and his manservant Perkins have just survived a horde of zombies that have broken out of their captivity. Well, mostly survived, as Perkins is half eaten by a zombie before Quimby is able to save him. Perkins then becomes the latest zombie. As well a large pack of rats have begun chasing people through the streets. The information reaches the ears of Maggie Brown, head of the Royal Protektors, and she is called into action to the Queen's side. Maggie manages to fight off an attack by a succubus saving the Queen. With their assassination attempt a failure, the Queen's enemies lay dormant for the next few years. During this time, the Queen marries her beloved Albert and gives birth to both a daughter and son, all the while unaware that her enemies have been living with her. As we learn, Sir Conroy, the very human familiar to the Queen's uncle; had a hand in setting up the royal marriage. Meanwhile, while this is happening, Quimby, who has managed to create a serum that causes reanimation, has been blackmailed by Conroy into helping the Queen's enemies overtake the Parliament by turning half the members into zombies. The Queen's enemies, who are in fact demons, kidnap her husband Albert, forcing Queen Victoria to rescue him. The Queen, along with Maggie and another member of the Royal Protektors, Vasquez, find themselves first having to deal with the chaos caused by the zombied members of Parliament, before tracking Albert to Bedlam where he's being held captive. And which turns out is also the entrance to hell.
There are so many sub-plots going on here. They do eventually come together to make one cohesive story, but at first glance, they seem almost not to have anything to do with each other. You're about midway through the book before they really connect.
I liked this a lot more than some of the others in this mash-up genre I've read. About the only real complaint I have on this novel is that the last 50 pages becomes one long action scene. Some of the characters could have been a little more fleshed out, such as the Royal Protektors Hudson, Hicks and Vasquez, as it is they ended up being sort of flat. One of the most interesting characters other than the character of Victoria herself; happens to be Egg, and he's only given a few scenes with little to do. I kept expecting him to have a more important role in the whole thing, but sadly he didn't. There are also the mysterious creepy children who are Conroy's bodyguards. A little bit of a back story on them would have upped the game just a notch. There is also, an entire group of werewolves that at first seem like the center of the villains, and are given some depth, but you quickly learn they are just the comic relief.
I don't have a whole lot else to say about this one. It's a lighter book, which sways between action-gore and dramatic-comedy. You're drawn between the relationships which focus on the mentor/student dynamic of Maggie and the Queen, and the buddy/odd couple of Quimby and Perkins more so than anything else.
I'll be back in a day or two with the official announcement for April's selection.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p17
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 347, chapter 347
The Seer snapped his fingers freezing the hallway. "You've got less than 30 seconds before they unfreeze, you need to leave." he grabbed our heroine's wrist as he was speaking, and bit down hard.
"Damn it!" she pulled back from him nearly hissing. The Seer wasn't paying attention to her sudden rant, instead just waved his hand causing someone's water bottle they'd been holding to fly twenty feet across the hallway. Grabbing it in midair, he bit his finger squeezing a few droplets of blood into it.
"Drink this after you go through the portal. It will link us psychically for a few minutes. I've got a lot to fill you in on, and blood swap is the fastest way." he nodded towards the props room. "Nosferatu, I'm serious! Every second you're here, the more dangerous the situation will become." he gestured towards the burly ex-boyfriend wide eyed. The Seer sighed then making a shoving gesture sending our heroine flying backward into the props room.
"Come on. We'd better go." Edric mumbled grabbing Seward by the collar of his shirt and dragging him along. The male hybrid shoved his sire through the mirror wanting nothing but to get her as far away from her exes as possible. The three landed in a heap on the ground.
"Shack!" our heroine growled as she rubbed her elbow. "Not cool." She stood then, brushing the dirt from her, before opening the plastic water bottle downing the mixture. "Gross." she stuck her tongue out grabbing the canvas bag from Seward feeling the extreme desire to hold onto the spellbook.
"The Seer's blood?" Edric asked getting to his feet looking around, realizing they were not in the warehouse. "Uh where are we?"
"No. Gross the Seer's blood in vodka. I hate vodka. Whoever this had belonged to, they were drinking on the job." she barely got the sentence out when she sucked in a large gasp. Her eyes turned then to the pure white of the banshee. Images flashed in a crazy 3D effect in front of her. She saw Loki in chains being tortured; which rapidly turning into an image of Damen being struck with an energy ball from Odin, another image overtook that one of someone trapped in stone but she was unable to make out their features, which quickly melted into a vision of complete destruction. A grown up William stood in the middle of a burnt circle, bodies smoking around him, blood covering him like muddy paint, Reuben's heart in his hand. That shifted just as rapidly to an image of Edric in the bathroom of the warehouse talking to someone in the mirror.
Our heroine then heard the Seer's voice ask if she could hear him?
"Yes." she spoke out loud trying to get her barrings. Seward reached for the canvas bag again gingerly taking it from her, and the plastic bottle dropping it into the bag. The look on his face was shock as he continued to look around, trying to figure out where they were as well.
"William can be stopped. But you need your soul back first."
"I don't want my soul back. I had to go through a lot to get rid of it." she started to answer but The Seer's voice spoke over her's.
"It's the only way to keep William from growing up to become king. You have to get your soul back and accept the werewolf part of you again. You have to activate the Frankenstein family curse. Only two kids per generation. The man you saw Edric talking to in the mirror must be born. A Van Helsing must be born so that William dies."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Bet you didn't see that coming eh?)
page 347, chapter 347
The Seer snapped his fingers freezing the hallway. "You've got less than 30 seconds before they unfreeze, you need to leave." he grabbed our heroine's wrist as he was speaking, and bit down hard.
"Damn it!" she pulled back from him nearly hissing. The Seer wasn't paying attention to her sudden rant, instead just waved his hand causing someone's water bottle they'd been holding to fly twenty feet across the hallway. Grabbing it in midair, he bit his finger squeezing a few droplets of blood into it.
"Drink this after you go through the portal. It will link us psychically for a few minutes. I've got a lot to fill you in on, and blood swap is the fastest way." he nodded towards the props room. "Nosferatu, I'm serious! Every second you're here, the more dangerous the situation will become." he gestured towards the burly ex-boyfriend wide eyed. The Seer sighed then making a shoving gesture sending our heroine flying backward into the props room.
"Come on. We'd better go." Edric mumbled grabbing Seward by the collar of his shirt and dragging him along. The male hybrid shoved his sire through the mirror wanting nothing but to get her as far away from her exes as possible. The three landed in a heap on the ground.
"Shack!" our heroine growled as she rubbed her elbow. "Not cool." She stood then, brushing the dirt from her, before opening the plastic water bottle downing the mixture. "Gross." she stuck her tongue out grabbing the canvas bag from Seward feeling the extreme desire to hold onto the spellbook.
"The Seer's blood?" Edric asked getting to his feet looking around, realizing they were not in the warehouse. "Uh where are we?"
"No. Gross the Seer's blood in vodka. I hate vodka. Whoever this had belonged to, they were drinking on the job." she barely got the sentence out when she sucked in a large gasp. Her eyes turned then to the pure white of the banshee. Images flashed in a crazy 3D effect in front of her. She saw Loki in chains being tortured; which rapidly turning into an image of Damen being struck with an energy ball from Odin, another image overtook that one of someone trapped in stone but she was unable to make out their features, which quickly melted into a vision of complete destruction. A grown up William stood in the middle of a burnt circle, bodies smoking around him, blood covering him like muddy paint, Reuben's heart in his hand. That shifted just as rapidly to an image of Edric in the bathroom of the warehouse talking to someone in the mirror.
Our heroine then heard the Seer's voice ask if she could hear him?
"Yes." she spoke out loud trying to get her barrings. Seward reached for the canvas bag again gingerly taking it from her, and the plastic bottle dropping it into the bag. The look on his face was shock as he continued to look around, trying to figure out where they were as well.
"William can be stopped. But you need your soul back first."
"I don't want my soul back. I had to go through a lot to get rid of it." she started to answer but The Seer's voice spoke over her's.
"It's the only way to keep William from growing up to become king. You have to get your soul back and accept the werewolf part of you again. You have to activate the Frankenstein family curse. Only two kids per generation. The man you saw Edric talking to in the mirror must be born. A Van Helsing must be born so that William dies."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Bet you didn't see that coming eh?)
Saturday, January 19, 2019
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p16
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 346, chapter 346
Five Hours Ago
The smell of roasted vanilla quickly became sour as the pan began to smoke. The woman in the tight fitting white dress with the oversized cherry pattern screamed as she ran away from the stove. Someone yelled cut into the headset just as Edward closed his eyes in frustration, his shoulders a knot of regret. "It's not that difficult people. Just butter and a few herbs." his words were spoken through clinched teeth as he pinched the bride of his nose. Opening his blue eyes, he cracked his neck slightly as he squinted to see the image before him. The actress they'd hired for the cooking show had disappeared, as had the kitchen set and the studio. In it's place Edward was staring into the depths of a black hole that quickly birthed blobs of green light. He hadn't had a vision in years. Stumbling a half step backwards he pressed the heel of his hand into his eyes telling his assistant that he had a migraine as he left the studio. Before he'd even gotten out of the building, he'd had two more visions at a rapid speed. All had one thing in common, the fact Nosferatu was in each. If he was going to stop any of what he'd just witnessed, he didn't have time to research the outcomes, or even book a flight for that matter. Edward had no choice but to take the risk and trust one of the three variations of the visions. He continued on out of the parking lot, dismissing his car, his pace as quick as his body would allow till he crossed from the cemented back lot of the studio reaching the thin line of trees that marked the edge of the city. Finding himself now on the small bike trail used by the local joggers in summer time, and a few random moose lost in winter, Edward gestured widely as he chanted a nearly forgotten spell. A small portal opened up in front of him as he stepped through finding himself on the other side of a large mirror.
About eight minutes ago...
The Seer leaned over reaching for the canvas bag Seward was holding, his right leg up in the air like he was skating, his cheek brushing against our heroine's boobs, his left hand resting on her hip as he balanced himself.
"Total accident right?" our heroine said with a sigh.
"Totally." The Seer replied straightening up, the smirk on his lips seductive by nature and not on purpose. Our heroine noticed how Finn's temperature rose a half notch as he stood just a little too still.
"Oh my god!" Nosferatu gave a slight smirk of her own. "That's why you weren't shocked by my biting you. He's your boyfriend!" she pointed then from Finn to the Seer.
"It's a snacking thing not a shacking thing." the Seer commented as he ran his fingertips over the canvas bag, the aura from it giving off a heat that seemed to pulsate in a sea foam green; not daring to actually touch the spellbook itself. "Speaking of former shackables, you need to leave before Quincey sees you which will be in about..." he screwed up his nose closing his eyes. "30 seconds." he tried once again to guide the female to the portal but she refused to move.
"You saw him?"
"More like seeing. Not a vision...well okay, I had this vision." he pointed to the floor. "Which is why I showed up here but he's on his way over. Like right ...too late." the Seer let his shoulders slump in defeat as our heroine turned to see a man she hadn't thought of in years. A man she didn't recognize because he had aged 25 years. "Geez babe. No wonder you keep falling for werewolves. That was one of your human boyfriends huh? He's like a yeti with all that..." he gestured then to his face to indicate a beard. "...hair. Like an orangutan and the abominable snowman had a baby."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yes, the ex-yeti is real.)
page 346, chapter 346
Five Hours Ago
The smell of roasted vanilla quickly became sour as the pan began to smoke. The woman in the tight fitting white dress with the oversized cherry pattern screamed as she ran away from the stove. Someone yelled cut into the headset just as Edward closed his eyes in frustration, his shoulders a knot of regret. "It's not that difficult people. Just butter and a few herbs." his words were spoken through clinched teeth as he pinched the bride of his nose. Opening his blue eyes, he cracked his neck slightly as he squinted to see the image before him. The actress they'd hired for the cooking show had disappeared, as had the kitchen set and the studio. In it's place Edward was staring into the depths of a black hole that quickly birthed blobs of green light. He hadn't had a vision in years. Stumbling a half step backwards he pressed the heel of his hand into his eyes telling his assistant that he had a migraine as he left the studio. Before he'd even gotten out of the building, he'd had two more visions at a rapid speed. All had one thing in common, the fact Nosferatu was in each. If he was going to stop any of what he'd just witnessed, he didn't have time to research the outcomes, or even book a flight for that matter. Edward had no choice but to take the risk and trust one of the three variations of the visions. He continued on out of the parking lot, dismissing his car, his pace as quick as his body would allow till he crossed from the cemented back lot of the studio reaching the thin line of trees that marked the edge of the city. Finding himself now on the small bike trail used by the local joggers in summer time, and a few random moose lost in winter, Edward gestured widely as he chanted a nearly forgotten spell. A small portal opened up in front of him as he stepped through finding himself on the other side of a large mirror.
About eight minutes ago...
The Seer leaned over reaching for the canvas bag Seward was holding, his right leg up in the air like he was skating, his cheek brushing against our heroine's boobs, his left hand resting on her hip as he balanced himself.
"Total accident right?" our heroine said with a sigh.
"Totally." The Seer replied straightening up, the smirk on his lips seductive by nature and not on purpose. Our heroine noticed how Finn's temperature rose a half notch as he stood just a little too still.
"Oh my god!" Nosferatu gave a slight smirk of her own. "That's why you weren't shocked by my biting you. He's your boyfriend!" she pointed then from Finn to the Seer.
"It's a snacking thing not a shacking thing." the Seer commented as he ran his fingertips over the canvas bag, the aura from it giving off a heat that seemed to pulsate in a sea foam green; not daring to actually touch the spellbook itself. "Speaking of former shackables, you need to leave before Quincey sees you which will be in about..." he screwed up his nose closing his eyes. "30 seconds." he tried once again to guide the female to the portal but she refused to move.
"You saw him?"
"More like seeing. Not a vision...well okay, I had this vision." he pointed to the floor. "Which is why I showed up here but he's on his way over. Like right ...too late." the Seer let his shoulders slump in defeat as our heroine turned to see a man she hadn't thought of in years. A man she didn't recognize because he had aged 25 years. "Geez babe. No wonder you keep falling for werewolves. That was one of your human boyfriends huh? He's like a yeti with all that..." he gestured then to his face to indicate a beard. "...hair. Like an orangutan and the abominable snowman had a baby."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yes, the ex-yeti is real.)
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p15
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 345, chapter 345
2012
Our heroine dropped her purse down on the kitchen table as she went to hang her coat up in the hall closet. The movie had not been as good as she'd hoped, as she mumbled to herself about a cup of coffee. Actually, she'd hoped to see the guy she'd met in line again. Bach. But, sadly for her, he'd disappeared before the movie had started. The phone rang as she decided to let the machine get it. "Hello. Hey, sorry I missed the movie. I'll make it up to you I promise. I've got to cancel for tomorrow too, but I'll make that up to you too. Promise promise. Okay. Later." the male voice sounded hollow as the line went dead and the machine made a small beep.
"Sure Qunn. Not like I haven't heard that one before." she let out a deep sigh as the tears forced their way down her cheeks. Her maybe-realationship with Quincey had fallen so far down the trail of importance that it was clear to everyone that it was not working out. It just took our heroine longer than everyone else to admit it. Leaning over, she deleted the message resolving to never speak to him again.
Present Day...
"Mrs. Frankenstein. A word." the voice was over our heroine's shoulder before she realized. Her senses were off. Turning she saw The Seer.
"Edward?" the shock of seeing him nearly floored the female banshee.
"Now!" the dark haired male sidhe grabbed her arm guiding her around the corner. "You can't be here."
"You? The mirror is yours?"
"Nosferatu I'm not kidding. You can not be here in this reality." he seemed to be actually worried as he shifted to look down both directions of the hall. "You, your fledgling and your human buddy need to leave now." The familiar soothing of the Seer's seduction spell was already weaving it's way through her as he continued to hold her arm. Nosferatu shook her head, trying to clear her mind of his magick, but found it no use. His abilities had been strong naturally, but he seemed to be ten times more so since having what was left of Pan's energy. How long had it been since she'd last seen him? For her just over three years had past while she'd been with Rolf and Reuben in Rolf's Kingdom. For The Seer, who knew? "What?" he squinted at her, his blue eyes both sparkling and reflecting a void at the same time.
"How long have you been here? What year is it here in this reality?" her words were a mere breath. She felt dizzy, the seduction spell deep under her skin. Her mind was foggy as she found it difficult to focus on anything but his eyes.
"Oh, Umm..." he cleared his throat rolling his eyes to the ceiling for a half second before closing them again. "It's 2037." Edward less then gently started to guide her back towards the others and towards the props room where the portal was. "If you don't leave right now, you're going to really shack things up." He ran his hand then through his hair. Finally he let go of her, allowing her to catch her breath.
"So sort out this timeline for me then. How long since that last time we saw you? I mean, on your end here." she dug her heels in, moving from him just enough to keep her ground.
"It's been a long time. I lost track. Maybe fifteen years, I don't know." the Seer licked his lips in fret. "I'm asking you please go before something horrible happens." he gestured towards Seward noticing the canvas bag he was holding. "That's extremely valuable. Be very very careful with it. I will want it back someday." he pointed then to the spellbook.
"No. I want answers. I'm not going anywhere." our heroine said demanding the Seer's full attention.
"Fine!" he growled as he bent at the knees in frustration. "What do you want to know?"
"How are you here? How are they here?" she gestured then to Bryon and Finn. "Why do they not smell or taste like they should? Why do you want me to leave?"
"A. I don't want you to leave, I need you to leave. All of you. B. I'm here because I need to feed. Remember? Which I can't do back in our old reality. It's why way way back when in the Darkest Forest, we opened that portal and tried to leave. So when you made the deal with Odin to send Dagan and the others back there, I made a deal with Odin to not go back there. And so here I am. Here, in the one reality you're not suppose to ever be in. And C. These two Finn and Bryon, are not your Finn and Bryon. They belong to this reality. Doppelgangers if you will."
"Why am I not suppose to ever be in this reality?" the female asked tilting her head to the side, her arms now stretched out on either side as she blocked the doorway to the props room. Both Seward and Edric hovering inches away.
"Because this...this was your reality. This was the reality you were part of before Bacchus and Loki found you."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Sometimes the past just doesn't wanna stay dead)
page 345, chapter 345
2012
Our heroine dropped her purse down on the kitchen table as she went to hang her coat up in the hall closet. The movie had not been as good as she'd hoped, as she mumbled to herself about a cup of coffee. Actually, she'd hoped to see the guy she'd met in line again. Bach. But, sadly for her, he'd disappeared before the movie had started. The phone rang as she decided to let the machine get it. "Hello. Hey, sorry I missed the movie. I'll make it up to you I promise. I've got to cancel for tomorrow too, but I'll make that up to you too. Promise promise. Okay. Later." the male voice sounded hollow as the line went dead and the machine made a small beep.
"Sure Qunn. Not like I haven't heard that one before." she let out a deep sigh as the tears forced their way down her cheeks. Her maybe-realationship with Quincey had fallen so far down the trail of importance that it was clear to everyone that it was not working out. It just took our heroine longer than everyone else to admit it. Leaning over, she deleted the message resolving to never speak to him again.
Present Day...
"Mrs. Frankenstein. A word." the voice was over our heroine's shoulder before she realized. Her senses were off. Turning she saw The Seer.
"Edward?" the shock of seeing him nearly floored the female banshee.
"Now!" the dark haired male sidhe grabbed her arm guiding her around the corner. "You can't be here."
"You? The mirror is yours?"
"Nosferatu I'm not kidding. You can not be here in this reality." he seemed to be actually worried as he shifted to look down both directions of the hall. "You, your fledgling and your human buddy need to leave now." The familiar soothing of the Seer's seduction spell was already weaving it's way through her as he continued to hold her arm. Nosferatu shook her head, trying to clear her mind of his magick, but found it no use. His abilities had been strong naturally, but he seemed to be ten times more so since having what was left of Pan's energy. How long had it been since she'd last seen him? For her just over three years had past while she'd been with Rolf and Reuben in Rolf's Kingdom. For The Seer, who knew? "What?" he squinted at her, his blue eyes both sparkling and reflecting a void at the same time.
"How long have you been here? What year is it here in this reality?" her words were a mere breath. She felt dizzy, the seduction spell deep under her skin. Her mind was foggy as she found it difficult to focus on anything but his eyes.
"Oh, Umm..." he cleared his throat rolling his eyes to the ceiling for a half second before closing them again. "It's 2037." Edward less then gently started to guide her back towards the others and towards the props room where the portal was. "If you don't leave right now, you're going to really shack things up." He ran his hand then through his hair. Finally he let go of her, allowing her to catch her breath.
"So sort out this timeline for me then. How long since that last time we saw you? I mean, on your end here." she dug her heels in, moving from him just enough to keep her ground.
"It's been a long time. I lost track. Maybe fifteen years, I don't know." the Seer licked his lips in fret. "I'm asking you please go before something horrible happens." he gestured towards Seward noticing the canvas bag he was holding. "That's extremely valuable. Be very very careful with it. I will want it back someday." he pointed then to the spellbook.
"No. I want answers. I'm not going anywhere." our heroine said demanding the Seer's full attention.
"Fine!" he growled as he bent at the knees in frustration. "What do you want to know?"
"How are you here? How are they here?" she gestured then to Bryon and Finn. "Why do they not smell or taste like they should? Why do you want me to leave?"
"A. I don't want you to leave, I need you to leave. All of you. B. I'm here because I need to feed. Remember? Which I can't do back in our old reality. It's why way way back when in the Darkest Forest, we opened that portal and tried to leave. So when you made the deal with Odin to send Dagan and the others back there, I made a deal with Odin to not go back there. And so here I am. Here, in the one reality you're not suppose to ever be in. And C. These two Finn and Bryon, are not your Finn and Bryon. They belong to this reality. Doppelgangers if you will."
"Why am I not suppose to ever be in this reality?" the female asked tilting her head to the side, her arms now stretched out on either side as she blocked the doorway to the props room. Both Seward and Edric hovering inches away.
"Because this...this was your reality. This was the reality you were part of before Bacchus and Loki found you."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Sometimes the past just doesn't wanna stay dead)
Monday, November 5, 2018
Random movie Waxwork
movie: Waxwork
starring: Dana Ashbrook, Zach Galligan
genre: Horror, Comedy,
year: 1988
format: DVD
plot: A group of teenagers decide to visit a wax museum at night, and find themselves the victims of a devious murder plot. The owner of the museum is using the displays as supernatural portals, and needs eighteen real bodies to finish his work.
This is one of those movies that tried to be too ambitious. You're never really sure what the end goal of the film itself is? Is it a commentary on the animal within (the werewolf, vampire and Marquis de Sade are the longest segments all having to deal with duality and repression) the fear of others (the staff of the museum are a pair of butlers - a midget with an authority issue and a mute strong man) a comment on greed (everyone is rich and the lead villain sold his soul to live forever) or is it something else all together?
As this does try to cover all sub-genres of the larger horror world; vampires/ghouls, zombies, aliens, werewolves, serial killers/psychos, cults etc. You sort of know that each segment of the story will be rushed, as they are only smaller segments of the larger story happening, but you want to linger on them and try to understand why they were used. (Such as using the Marquis de Sade instead of Jack the Ripper to cash in on the fact Hellraiser had just been released.)
The sad part of this is, the film is really pretty good till the last ten minutes, when an angry mob of secret society members shows up to battle the reanimated wax works. Then it just looses all credibility and becomes a massive joke.
starring: Dana Ashbrook, Zach Galligan
genre: Horror, Comedy,
year: 1988
format: DVD
plot: A group of teenagers decide to visit a wax museum at night, and find themselves the victims of a devious murder plot. The owner of the museum is using the displays as supernatural portals, and needs eighteen real bodies to finish his work.
This is one of those movies that tried to be too ambitious. You're never really sure what the end goal of the film itself is? Is it a commentary on the animal within (the werewolf, vampire and Marquis de Sade are the longest segments all having to deal with duality and repression) the fear of others (the staff of the museum are a pair of butlers - a midget with an authority issue and a mute strong man) a comment on greed (everyone is rich and the lead villain sold his soul to live forever) or is it something else all together?
As this does try to cover all sub-genres of the larger horror world; vampires/ghouls, zombies, aliens, werewolves, serial killers/psychos, cults etc. You sort of know that each segment of the story will be rushed, as they are only smaller segments of the larger story happening, but you want to linger on them and try to understand why they were used. (Such as using the Marquis de Sade instead of Jack the Ripper to cash in on the fact Hellraiser had just been released.)
The sad part of this is, the film is really pretty good till the last ten minutes, when an angry mob of secret society members shows up to battle the reanimated wax works. Then it just looses all credibility and becomes a massive joke.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p14
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 344, chapter 344
Instability on Stage 5
"Okay, what do you want?" Finn asked dipping his shoulder towards our heroine. "Cause he doesn't have any money, and he can't get you anything. He's really not that important." he licked his lips slapping a hand suddenly on Bryon's shoulder. Before he knew what was going on, Finn found himself in pain, trying to pull his arm away. Our heroine had sunk her teeth into his wrist as quick as a cat with a mouse.
"You're not you either. You taste wrong." she huffed as she moved past them back into the props room. Grabbing the mirror she licked it. "Mmm. Metallic."
"You're gross. And insane." Finn said holding his arm, a welt and deep pink bruise starting.
"And you are way too calm for someone who just got a chunk taken out of him." Edric retorted as he slammed his shoulder into Finn, moving past him. "Anything?"
"It's not meant to be a portal. It's meant to be just a magick mirror. That's all." our heroine said leaning one pale arm on the large mirror. Her fingernails rapping the edge of it.
"How can you tell?" Edric asked "Why aren't you panicking?" he said over his shoulder towards the taller male.
"I've had worse trust me." Finn remarked blowing on the bite.
"Aha!" our heroine's hazel eyes brightened as she pointed to the small smudges of blood. "Someone keyed it." she mumbled then as she sniffed the mirror's frame. "Bryon, you keyed it. Why did you key it?" Turning our heroine pointed at the shorter goth before hooking her thumb over her shoulder again towards the mirror.
"What?" Bryon shook his head still trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he gave in to the fact he was beyond clueless suddenly. Our heroine gestured towards the blood.
"The doorway. You unlocked it with your dna. Which, means, you're not you." she reached for Finn's arm again. "Oh for shacks sake." her tongue darted out over his pale flesh once more as she whispered something. The wound dried up and healed instantly.
"You keep saying that! What the hell does that mean? I'm not me? What does that even...You acted as if you knew me, but I have no idea who you are?" Bryon was starting to feel light headed all of a sudden.
"Okay, so what does this mean?" Edric asked gesturing towards the room in general. "Can we go back now?"
"Um no. If I knew what this meant, I wouldn't still be standing here looking semi confused. I'd be fixing the situation. I can't fix it if I still don't know what the problem really is." the female banshee said crossing her arms now under her chest.
"Not like there's a book of all knowing." Finn commented.
"What if there is?" our heroine's tone was soft. "Why did you say that? That's a very odd thing for you to say. You who is not you." she gestured wildly towards Finn.
"What? The Seer's spellbook?" Edric asked suddenly alert, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head in disbelief. "The one you have been panicking over because Dax wants it? The one you had us make a fake one for to switch out?"
"Um yeah."
"Who's Dax?" Finn asked.
"What's a Seer?" Bryon asked.
"So you're just going to run back home and get it?" Edric ignored them both.
"Um no."
"What then? Have them read it to you via the mirror like a phone chat?" Edric continued.
"I'm going to have it delivered like a pizza. It's going to deliver itself to be precise. If I can remember the Seer's spell." she added with less confidence. "I mean, that was so long ago. Nearly twenty years ago depending on the reality..." she started to look around the room. Moving a few feet she stood behind the large prop coffin, grabbing a handful of the fake spiderwebbing, tossing it back and forth between her hands. "Okay, Edward how'd it go? Talk to me hon, tell me all about it."
"Who she talking to?" Bryon asked.
"Herself I hope." Edric shrugged.
"So not working. New plan we stay. Okay, in the meantime, we just need to lower our profiles. Yeah, that's it." Nosferatu said in frustration.
"Or we can just go home." Edric gestured towards the mirror. He found himself on the floor suddenly laying across Bryon's feet having knocked Finn over in the process, as a bin of hats landed on them both.
"Sorry sorry. Dude, Oh shack my bad. It was glowing and started to float." Seward said as he stood there having just stumbled through the mirror. The dark haired human was holding a large canvas shopping bag in his hands, the handles drooping over them.
"See, delivered. Just not how I was expecting." our heroine smiled tilting her head to the side as she snatched the treasure from her friend.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yes yes, I'm three weeks late with the story, but then again I've been running three weeks late in every area of my life lately)
page 344, chapter 344
Instability on Stage 5
"Okay, what do you want?" Finn asked dipping his shoulder towards our heroine. "Cause he doesn't have any money, and he can't get you anything. He's really not that important." he licked his lips slapping a hand suddenly on Bryon's shoulder. Before he knew what was going on, Finn found himself in pain, trying to pull his arm away. Our heroine had sunk her teeth into his wrist as quick as a cat with a mouse.
"You're not you either. You taste wrong." she huffed as she moved past them back into the props room. Grabbing the mirror she licked it. "Mmm. Metallic."
"You're gross. And insane." Finn said holding his arm, a welt and deep pink bruise starting.
"And you are way too calm for someone who just got a chunk taken out of him." Edric retorted as he slammed his shoulder into Finn, moving past him. "Anything?"
"It's not meant to be a portal. It's meant to be just a magick mirror. That's all." our heroine said leaning one pale arm on the large mirror. Her fingernails rapping the edge of it.
"How can you tell?" Edric asked "Why aren't you panicking?" he said over his shoulder towards the taller male.
"I've had worse trust me." Finn remarked blowing on the bite.
"Aha!" our heroine's hazel eyes brightened as she pointed to the small smudges of blood. "Someone keyed it." she mumbled then as she sniffed the mirror's frame. "Bryon, you keyed it. Why did you key it?" Turning our heroine pointed at the shorter goth before hooking her thumb over her shoulder again towards the mirror.
"What?" Bryon shook his head still trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he gave in to the fact he was beyond clueless suddenly. Our heroine gestured towards the blood.
"The doorway. You unlocked it with your dna. Which, means, you're not you." she reached for Finn's arm again. "Oh for shacks sake." her tongue darted out over his pale flesh once more as she whispered something. The wound dried up and healed instantly.
"You keep saying that! What the hell does that mean? I'm not me? What does that even...You acted as if you knew me, but I have no idea who you are?" Bryon was starting to feel light headed all of a sudden.
"Okay, so what does this mean?" Edric asked gesturing towards the room in general. "Can we go back now?"
"Um no. If I knew what this meant, I wouldn't still be standing here looking semi confused. I'd be fixing the situation. I can't fix it if I still don't know what the problem really is." the female banshee said crossing her arms now under her chest.
"Not like there's a book of all knowing." Finn commented.
"What if there is?" our heroine's tone was soft. "Why did you say that? That's a very odd thing for you to say. You who is not you." she gestured wildly towards Finn.
"What? The Seer's spellbook?" Edric asked suddenly alert, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head in disbelief. "The one you have been panicking over because Dax wants it? The one you had us make a fake one for to switch out?"
"Um yeah."
"Who's Dax?" Finn asked.
"What's a Seer?" Bryon asked.
"So you're just going to run back home and get it?" Edric ignored them both.
"Um no."
"What then? Have them read it to you via the mirror like a phone chat?" Edric continued.
"I'm going to have it delivered like a pizza. It's going to deliver itself to be precise. If I can remember the Seer's spell." she added with less confidence. "I mean, that was so long ago. Nearly twenty years ago depending on the reality..." she started to look around the room. Moving a few feet she stood behind the large prop coffin, grabbing a handful of the fake spiderwebbing, tossing it back and forth between her hands. "Okay, Edward how'd it go? Talk to me hon, tell me all about it."
"Who she talking to?" Bryon asked.
"Herself I hope." Edric shrugged.
"So not working. New plan we stay. Okay, in the meantime, we just need to lower our profiles. Yeah, that's it." Nosferatu said in frustration.
"Or we can just go home." Edric gestured towards the mirror. He found himself on the floor suddenly laying across Bryon's feet having knocked Finn over in the process, as a bin of hats landed on them both.
"Sorry sorry. Dude, Oh shack my bad. It was glowing and started to float." Seward said as he stood there having just stumbled through the mirror. The dark haired human was holding a large canvas shopping bag in his hands, the handles drooping over them.
"See, delivered. Just not how I was expecting." our heroine smiled tilting her head to the side as she snatched the treasure from her friend.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yes yes, I'm three weeks late with the story, but then again I've been running three weeks late in every area of my life lately)
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
What that Movie Inspired #78
Spudguns!, I mentioned back nearly two months ago, I had done a recipe inspired by a vampire movie. I had decided to hold off on posting because I really wanted to add it to the Hallowe'en stuff. That and I was trying to turn it into a video. Sadly for me, the video end of it just didn't come together.
The movie in question is Underworld 2 Evolution. The scene where Michael goes into the tavern and orders food, refusing to believe he's been turned into a hybrid vampire. The tavern owner puts a plate of boiled potatoes and cabbage down in front of him.
Since I had already done potatoes and cabbage for a Foodn'Flix back few years ago, I went with another potato combination. Perogies and onions.
Sort of. I stumbled across a few recipes on the Kraft Canada website for variations of perogi lasagna.
Ingredients
Mashed potatoes
Cheddar chesse
Green onion
Herb cream chesse
lasagna noodles
Cook noodles to package instructions, drain.
Mix the cheese, onion, herb cream cheese into the mashed potatoes.
Layer it like you would a normal lasagna.
Bake for about an hour at 350 degrees
depending on your oven.
The original recipe called for bacon, but I left that out given I'm vegetarian. If you do that, you should add a little butter or milk to your potatoes, because this will become extremely dry without the bacon.
The movie in question is Underworld 2 Evolution. The scene where Michael goes into the tavern and orders food, refusing to believe he's been turned into a hybrid vampire. The tavern owner puts a plate of boiled potatoes and cabbage down in front of him.
Sort of. I stumbled across a few recipes on the Kraft Canada website for variations of perogi lasagna.
IngredientsMashed potatoes
Cheddar chesse
Green onion
Herb cream chesse
lasagna noodles
Cook noodles to package instructions, drain.
Mix the cheese, onion, herb cream cheese into the mashed potatoes.
Layer it like you would a normal lasagna.
Bake for about an hour at 350 degrees
depending on your oven.
The original recipe called for bacon, but I left that out given I'm vegetarian. If you do that, you should add a little butter or milk to your potatoes, because this will become extremely dry without the bacon.
Monday, October 1, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p13
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 343, chapter 343
Instability on Stage 5
Finn reached out and slapped the little silver box hard with his palm, causing the high pitched beeping to finally stop. Rolling over in the bed, the male yawned as he threw the covers off. He really hated mornings. Swearing, his left hand then slammed hard into the door frame as he nearly tripped over one of the cats. The large tabby hissed as it jumped up from it's spot on the floor, racing out into the hallway. Closing his own emerald coloured eyes, Finn rotated his shoulders trying to get the kinks out. Walking past the bathroom he told the locked door to hurry up as he continued on towards the kitchen. "Ah you little shacking..." he shook his head as he spotted the trash knocked over and two of the black cats guarding their treasure. The two felines were batting around a large piece of watermelon rind like a couple of hockey players. "If I go into the other room and see the jar of catnip empty you're both in big trouble." Peeking into the dimly lit living room, Finn swore once again as he saw not only the jar of catnip knocked off the shelf, but tiny paw prints having left a trail of spilled oils leading around the window seat.
"By the way, your cats got into my stuff again." Bryon said too casually as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room; which looked like it belonged on the set of a late night B-movie. Grabbing a silver skull shaped lighter off the coffee table which itself was coffin shaped, the dark haired goth lit a cigarette.
"And you didn't bother to clean any of it up?" Finn asked crossing his arms over his chest. The shorter male shrugged as he backed out of the room, moving his hands in circles.
"They're your cats." Bryon tossed the sentence over his shoulder, his teeth clenched tight around the stem of the cigarette. Smoke rippled from his nose as he did, putting Finn in mind of a dragon. Letting out a sigh himself, Finn dropped his arms before following his friend back into the kitchen. Leaning on the edge of the counter, the taller male changed the topic.
"Your groupies were by again last night." his short hair was the colour of wet sand streaked with grey and sun-bleached blonde. "You really need to take care of that. I can't keep covering for you." Finn commented as he tore a few paper towels off the roll and began cleaning up the trash.
"Just keep the doors locked. No big deal." Bryon replied as he stumped out the end of the cigarette pouring himself a glass of juice.
"It's a funeral home. Not really an option." he stretched his arm around one of the black cats as it purred contentedly licking it's whiskers. Finn rested his forehead against the top of the cat's head, making a soft purring sound himself.
"Sure you can. After 7pm, you lock the doors. No one needs to be there after that."
"Um...whatever man." Finn mumbled as he stood back up shooing the cats out of the way. "Look, my car's in the shop. I need to grab a ride to work with you."
"Okay. We just need to stop by the television studio on the way. I left my script there and I need to learn my lines before tonight."
Forty-Five minutes later...
The hearse: the one with the company logo, pulled up into the parking lot of the television studio; as Bryon checked his hair in the rear view once more before climbing out. Finn was nearly on his heels as he followed.
"I'm coming with you. Make sure you don't get sidetracked anymore than you already have." he pointed at the shorter goth as they crossed the threshold of the lobby. Tilting his chin, Finn pulled the little round sunglasses down his nose as he gazed around the place. The studio was empty and lent itself to a creepy feeling. "Any idea where you left it?"
"I must have dropped it in the props room." Bryon commented as he turned towards the hallway leading to it. Finn nearly slammed into his friend as he turned the corner to find Bryon hesitating at the doorway of the props room.
"We going in or what?"
"Yeah, just waiting for you." the tone was suppose to be sarcastic but came across with more queasiness than it should. He spotted the script about a foot from the edge of the mirror, but didn't move to collect it. The dark haired goth gulped a large amount of air rubbing his palms over his jeans.
"Are you alright?" Finn asked as he walked around the props room playing with rubber swords and feeling up the crushed velvet curtains that hung over a chair. "For the love of...lazy." Finn mumbled as he scooped up the script handing it to his friend. "Here you go my Highness." Snatching it from him, Bryon screwed up his nose before turning on his heels desperate to leave the room. "What is with you today?" Finn asked as they stepped out of the props room and back into the hallway; promptly slamming into someone.
"Bryon." Our heroine said smiling.
"See, groupies." Finn gestured towards our heroine and Edric.
"Oh my god, Finn." our heroine reached over hugging the taller male.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yeah, I know I'm over a week late with it.)
page 343, chapter 343
Instability on Stage 5
Finn reached out and slapped the little silver box hard with his palm, causing the high pitched beeping to finally stop. Rolling over in the bed, the male yawned as he threw the covers off. He really hated mornings. Swearing, his left hand then slammed hard into the door frame as he nearly tripped over one of the cats. The large tabby hissed as it jumped up from it's spot on the floor, racing out into the hallway. Closing his own emerald coloured eyes, Finn rotated his shoulders trying to get the kinks out. Walking past the bathroom he told the locked door to hurry up as he continued on towards the kitchen. "Ah you little shacking..." he shook his head as he spotted the trash knocked over and two of the black cats guarding their treasure. The two felines were batting around a large piece of watermelon rind like a couple of hockey players. "If I go into the other room and see the jar of catnip empty you're both in big trouble." Peeking into the dimly lit living room, Finn swore once again as he saw not only the jar of catnip knocked off the shelf, but tiny paw prints having left a trail of spilled oils leading around the window seat.
"By the way, your cats got into my stuff again." Bryon said too casually as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room; which looked like it belonged on the set of a late night B-movie. Grabbing a silver skull shaped lighter off the coffee table which itself was coffin shaped, the dark haired goth lit a cigarette.
"And you didn't bother to clean any of it up?" Finn asked crossing his arms over his chest. The shorter male shrugged as he backed out of the room, moving his hands in circles.
"They're your cats." Bryon tossed the sentence over his shoulder, his teeth clenched tight around the stem of the cigarette. Smoke rippled from his nose as he did, putting Finn in mind of a dragon. Letting out a sigh himself, Finn dropped his arms before following his friend back into the kitchen. Leaning on the edge of the counter, the taller male changed the topic.
"Your groupies were by again last night." his short hair was the colour of wet sand streaked with grey and sun-bleached blonde. "You really need to take care of that. I can't keep covering for you." Finn commented as he tore a few paper towels off the roll and began cleaning up the trash.
"Just keep the doors locked. No big deal." Bryon replied as he stumped out the end of the cigarette pouring himself a glass of juice.
"It's a funeral home. Not really an option." he stretched his arm around one of the black cats as it purred contentedly licking it's whiskers. Finn rested his forehead against the top of the cat's head, making a soft purring sound himself.
"Sure you can. After 7pm, you lock the doors. No one needs to be there after that."
"Um...whatever man." Finn mumbled as he stood back up shooing the cats out of the way. "Look, my car's in the shop. I need to grab a ride to work with you."
"Okay. We just need to stop by the television studio on the way. I left my script there and I need to learn my lines before tonight."
Forty-Five minutes later...
The hearse: the one with the company logo, pulled up into the parking lot of the television studio; as Bryon checked his hair in the rear view once more before climbing out. Finn was nearly on his heels as he followed.
"I'm coming with you. Make sure you don't get sidetracked anymore than you already have." he pointed at the shorter goth as they crossed the threshold of the lobby. Tilting his chin, Finn pulled the little round sunglasses down his nose as he gazed around the place. The studio was empty and lent itself to a creepy feeling. "Any idea where you left it?"
"I must have dropped it in the props room." Bryon commented as he turned towards the hallway leading to it. Finn nearly slammed into his friend as he turned the corner to find Bryon hesitating at the doorway of the props room.
"We going in or what?"
"Yeah, just waiting for you." the tone was suppose to be sarcastic but came across with more queasiness than it should. He spotted the script about a foot from the edge of the mirror, but didn't move to collect it. The dark haired goth gulped a large amount of air rubbing his palms over his jeans.
"Are you alright?" Finn asked as he walked around the props room playing with rubber swords and feeling up the crushed velvet curtains that hung over a chair. "For the love of...lazy." Finn mumbled as he scooped up the script handing it to his friend. "Here you go my Highness." Snatching it from him, Bryon screwed up his nose before turning on his heels desperate to leave the room. "What is with you today?" Finn asked as they stepped out of the props room and back into the hallway; promptly slamming into someone.
"Bryon." Our heroine said smiling.
"See, groupies." Finn gestured towards our heroine and Edric.
"Oh my god, Finn." our heroine reached over hugging the taller male.
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Sunday, September 9, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p12
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 342, chapter 342
Instability on Stage 5
Bryon cracked his neck as he let out a deep breath wringing his hands as he turned to look over his shoulder at the mirror.
Out of Time
An hour ago...
Our heroine, Edric and Vlad arrived back at Quentin's warehouse, Vlad refusing to even look at Nosferatu. The scene at the corner store had been stupid of her, and she knew it. The three stopped nearly in unison as they got closer to the building. For Edric it had only been a few weeks since he had last been there, but for our heroine years had past. She'd forgotten just how small the building actually was. But it was the smells hot in the air that caused the trio to stop cold. The female banshee snarled as she took a step forward, her top fangs suddenly exposed. Edric had no idea what was going on as he watched Vlad grab her by the waist pulling her back. The door opened suddenly but only a crack as the hellhound mix came bounding out of the doorway, Arthur behind. He turned locking the door, while the little furball strained against the leash.
"Keeping secrets are we?" Nosferatu snorted nodding her head in the direction of the building. She could smell the creature still inside. "Get off me." she shrugged off Vlad's embrace. Her stride was solid as she moved then towards Arthur. Sniffing our heroine spat at his feet, causing Twilight to yelp as the beast got out of the way; cowering behind Arthur's legs. "Unlock the door before I break it." her tone was just on the edge of becoming a roar. She sniffed again, this time because the hot smell of dog urine was now in the air. Twilight had decided the nearest edge of the wall was a good enough place as any to go since it seemed there would be no walk now. The little hellhound mix started jumping up and down his front paws treading air as he barked feverishly. He had so much to tell the female caretaker. "Why is that mutt still even here?" our heroine snorted in frustration gesturing mindlessly at Twilight. "Shouldn't it have gone back to hell or something when I lost that baby? Huh? Or when Odin returned the others to their reality?"
"Loki created it here in this reality. You know this." Vlad's own voice held a scolding to it. The hellhound stopped yelping and turned to look at the male as it sneezed then shivered. Twilight didn't understand the rest of what was said, but he did know it was said silently between Vlad and Nosferatu without them moving their lips. Our heroine had ripped the key chain out of Arthur's hand and was already inside. Stomping across the room like an angry child set on destruction, our heroine threw back the curtains to expose the large portable tub.
"So this is what bit you." she sighed in disgust, her eyes flashing the pure white of the banshee. "A water sprite. How in the hell did a water sprite even get here to this reality?" the words were barely out of her mouth as she spotted the books and pages scattered across the dinning table and the rippling energy of the not fully closed portal. Her spine seemed to fuse together as a cold sweat broke out over her flesh. They needed to close the portal completely before Dax realized it was open. Our heroine could not risk the familiar discovering it and using it to cross into this reality.
"I was trying to bring you back." Arthur's words were barely a breath. Our heroine let out another deep sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
"You could have gotten yourself killed. Like no coming back dead. Had a mermaid come through your little portal here and not just some mire sprite...stupid." she swore under her breath in a language that made the sprite giggle. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" she was now addressing the sprite. "Huh?" our heroine let her hand slap her thigh as she gestured towards the portal. "Why come through? What it was shinny so you had to touch?"
"It opened before me. I fell into it by accident." she said in the same language that had just made her giggle, her voice echoing like forgotten windchimes.
"Well, you're going back so don't get too comfortable. Do you have a name?" The sprite just shook her head. "No of course not cause that would make sense and why would we want to do that?" another deep sigh of frustration from our heroine as she crossed back to the others. But before she could say anything else, the group found themselves starring in silent shock as a man dressed in all black fell out of the portal.
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page 342, chapter 342
Instability on Stage 5
Bryon cracked his neck as he let out a deep breath wringing his hands as he turned to look over his shoulder at the mirror.
Out of Time
An hour ago...
Our heroine, Edric and Vlad arrived back at Quentin's warehouse, Vlad refusing to even look at Nosferatu. The scene at the corner store had been stupid of her, and she knew it. The three stopped nearly in unison as they got closer to the building. For Edric it had only been a few weeks since he had last been there, but for our heroine years had past. She'd forgotten just how small the building actually was. But it was the smells hot in the air that caused the trio to stop cold. The female banshee snarled as she took a step forward, her top fangs suddenly exposed. Edric had no idea what was going on as he watched Vlad grab her by the waist pulling her back. The door opened suddenly but only a crack as the hellhound mix came bounding out of the doorway, Arthur behind. He turned locking the door, while the little furball strained against the leash.
"Keeping secrets are we?" Nosferatu snorted nodding her head in the direction of the building. She could smell the creature still inside. "Get off me." she shrugged off Vlad's embrace. Her stride was solid as she moved then towards Arthur. Sniffing our heroine spat at his feet, causing Twilight to yelp as the beast got out of the way; cowering behind Arthur's legs. "Unlock the door before I break it." her tone was just on the edge of becoming a roar. She sniffed again, this time because the hot smell of dog urine was now in the air. Twilight had decided the nearest edge of the wall was a good enough place as any to go since it seemed there would be no walk now. The little hellhound mix started jumping up and down his front paws treading air as he barked feverishly. He had so much to tell the female caretaker. "Why is that mutt still even here?" our heroine snorted in frustration gesturing mindlessly at Twilight. "Shouldn't it have gone back to hell or something when I lost that baby? Huh? Or when Odin returned the others to their reality?"
"Loki created it here in this reality. You know this." Vlad's own voice held a scolding to it. The hellhound stopped yelping and turned to look at the male as it sneezed then shivered. Twilight didn't understand the rest of what was said, but he did know it was said silently between Vlad and Nosferatu without them moving their lips. Our heroine had ripped the key chain out of Arthur's hand and was already inside. Stomping across the room like an angry child set on destruction, our heroine threw back the curtains to expose the large portable tub.
"So this is what bit you." she sighed in disgust, her eyes flashing the pure white of the banshee. "A water sprite. How in the hell did a water sprite even get here to this reality?" the words were barely out of her mouth as she spotted the books and pages scattered across the dinning table and the rippling energy of the not fully closed portal. Her spine seemed to fuse together as a cold sweat broke out over her flesh. They needed to close the portal completely before Dax realized it was open. Our heroine could not risk the familiar discovering it and using it to cross into this reality.
"I was trying to bring you back." Arthur's words were barely a breath. Our heroine let out another deep sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
"You could have gotten yourself killed. Like no coming back dead. Had a mermaid come through your little portal here and not just some mire sprite...stupid." she swore under her breath in a language that made the sprite giggle. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" she was now addressing the sprite. "Huh?" our heroine let her hand slap her thigh as she gestured towards the portal. "Why come through? What it was shinny so you had to touch?"
"It opened before me. I fell into it by accident." she said in the same language that had just made her giggle, her voice echoing like forgotten windchimes.
"Well, you're going back so don't get too comfortable. Do you have a name?" The sprite just shook her head. "No of course not cause that would make sense and why would we want to do that?" another deep sigh of frustration from our heroine as she crossed back to the others. But before she could say anything else, the group found themselves starring in silent shock as a man dressed in all black fell out of the portal.
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Sunday, August 19, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p11
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 341, chapter 341
Instability on Stage 5
Bryon hummed to himself as he checked his image in the mirror. Black eyeliner, check, fresh pink streak on the right front corner of his spiked jet black hair, check, black suit coat with studded skulls at the collar tips and cuff links, check. Turning sideways to admire his reflection, the short male stuck his tongue out clearly enjoying himself as he continued to sing. And why shouldn't he? He'd just signed the biggest deal of his career. A male version of Alice in Wonderland. Sure, it was a schlocky little straight to late night television, but it would be playing on Hallowe'en night with a guarantee of being repeated for the next five years. Royalties that would at lest keep rent taken care of for awhile. Checking the clock over the kitchen table, he figured if he didn't leave right then, he'd be late. Grabbing his keys Bryon headed out to the lobby of the building, and to the stairs. The underground parking lot was smelling extra filthy with an underlay of rotten seafood. He didn't even want to think what the neighbours might have been up to for it to smell that way? The less he knew the better. The short goth hit the unlock button on his keychain causing the black hearse in the corner to beep twice. The one without the company logo. Bryon had spent the last three years fixing up the company castaway. It was practically a showroom quality piece. In fact, he'd based the design on the one from his favourite movie; Curse of the Bats from the Bottom of the Hunchback's Dirty Bucket. The interior of the vehicle was slime green leopard print, the wheel a wreath of carved bats, the same pattern on the rear view mirror only in chrome, while a small coffin x-mas ornament swung from it. The hood ornament was also a small chrome coffin with a skull sitting on top of it. It was a complete replica of the one from the movie driven by the main servant. The leader of the zombie drag racers. Bryon pulled up to the edge of the studio parking lot just in time to see a swarm of people huddled in a few awkward seeming groups. The car door slammed as he locked it, clearing his throat, his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. Then his heart sank a notch at what he saw. Teenagers wearing fuzzy glow in the dark t-shirts with the image of Reuben Blacksmith on it. They were members of his fan club. Bryon walked past them cautiously doing his best to ignore their screams and chatter. They'd worked together a few times before Reuben became famous.Checking his hair one last time in the window, Bryon let out a deep quick breath as he stepped over the threshold of the studio's main lobby.
Leaning over the edge of the bathroom sink, Bryon touched up his eyeliner as he recited his lines from scene four. The last two hours had been nothing but going over the script and standing around waiting for the head of the television station to officially welcome the cast. Of course, when he finally did arrive he mentioned that Reuben had been there for an interview on the local daytime talk show. Once again, Bryon had to wait in line because of Reuben. The thought distracted him, causing the dark haired male to stumble over his lines. Closing his eyes in order to clear his mind, the goth slapped both palms against his cheeks to bring his mind back around to the script. Another deep breath as he opened his eyes to stare into the mirror.
"But hark, the dusk is damp with humming birds and wine. The flask overflowing with broken promises and hurtful glares." he lowered his voice as he tilted his chin downward to deliver the next sentence with as much distrust as he could towards his reflection. "Know now not for who that you bring these things, but what..." he read ahead in the paragraph that said his character lifted a tea cup to toast. Raising his empty hand made him feel silly breaking his concentration once again. The bathroom door opened just as a knight in half his armor walked in. Taking that as a cue to return to the stage, Bryon picked up his script and squeezed past the larger actor. Someone with a clipboard ran up asking him his name and if he had any allergies for the lunch order. As he turned to talk to them, a flash caught his eye in the room behind the assistant. Bryon was dying to see the sets and couldn't help himself. Once the assistant was off again their head down over the clipboard, Bryon made his way quickly to the room. The door wasn't completely closed and squeaked a little when he pushed it open all the way. Thankfully no one else seemed to be in the hallways right then. The large storage room had rows of labeled boxes and bins on large industrial looking metal shelves, and rolling hangers of costumes as one would expect. But, it was the larger props in the back of the room that really caught his eyes. Particularly the giant mirror that was partly covered with a paint stained drop cloth. That's where he figured the flash had come from; the mirror simply catching the reflection of the lights. Pushing the drop cloth to the side of the it, Bryon ran his fingers over the edges. It was a 6'foot tall mirror encased in a thin black frame. Nothing special, nothing over the top as you would expect from a television prop. Just a normal looking mirror. Licking his lips, he felt a rush of disappointment as he began to cover it up again. "Shack." he brought his hand up to his mouth sucking the crimson droplets from his palm. He'd hooked his hand on a piece of the hanging wires cutting it. Not deep, but just enough of a scratch to draw blood. "All I need." he mumbled to himself as he grabbed hold of the mirror with both hands moving it enough to see the back.
That was his first mistake.
His blood left a small print on the side of the mirror. Not much, not even noticeable at first, specially after it was absorbed into the mirror itself. Turning to make his way back out of the props room, Bryon had forgotten to secure the covering as his own reflection seemed to hesitate in the mirror before dissolving. Bryon thought he'd heard a thumping noise and turned back towards the mirror.
That was his second mistake.
He tripped, stumbling towards the mirror his hands out to brace himself. The dark haired goth swore again as he tumbled to the floor. Getting up slowly, he brushed the dirt from his black pants before looking up. There was a room full of people staring at him. "So trick door. Nice." he said nervously unsure what area of the studio he was now in. But before he could ask, a woman had appeared as if by magick across the room grabbing him, hugging him tight.
"Bryon! Oh my god!" our heroine breathed as she buried her nose in his shoulder. Reaching up to untangle himself from her, Bryon tilted back a half step on his heels annoyed.
"Hi. Yeah. Is this rehearsal? Am I late?" he pointed to the floor taking yet another step back.
"What are you doing here?" she sniffed deeply. "Wait..."
"I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere? Were we extras together on something and I just not remember?"
"You don't smell like you. Why don't you smell like you?" our heroine asked her nose practically pressed to the flesh just above his collar. Wiggling out of her grasp, he turned back towards the mirror. Only there was no mirror. There was only an off coloured patch of wall that seemed to move like steam. A panic began to build in the dark haired human as he reached his hand through the wall before walking back through.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Remember back in S4 p24...)
page 341, chapter 341
Instability on Stage 5
Bryon hummed to himself as he checked his image in the mirror. Black eyeliner, check, fresh pink streak on the right front corner of his spiked jet black hair, check, black suit coat with studded skulls at the collar tips and cuff links, check. Turning sideways to admire his reflection, the short male stuck his tongue out clearly enjoying himself as he continued to sing. And why shouldn't he? He'd just signed the biggest deal of his career. A male version of Alice in Wonderland. Sure, it was a schlocky little straight to late night television, but it would be playing on Hallowe'en night with a guarantee of being repeated for the next five years. Royalties that would at lest keep rent taken care of for awhile. Checking the clock over the kitchen table, he figured if he didn't leave right then, he'd be late. Grabbing his keys Bryon headed out to the lobby of the building, and to the stairs. The underground parking lot was smelling extra filthy with an underlay of rotten seafood. He didn't even want to think what the neighbours might have been up to for it to smell that way? The less he knew the better. The short goth hit the unlock button on his keychain causing the black hearse in the corner to beep twice. The one without the company logo. Bryon had spent the last three years fixing up the company castaway. It was practically a showroom quality piece. In fact, he'd based the design on the one from his favourite movie; Curse of the Bats from the Bottom of the Hunchback's Dirty Bucket. The interior of the vehicle was slime green leopard print, the wheel a wreath of carved bats, the same pattern on the rear view mirror only in chrome, while a small coffin x-mas ornament swung from it. The hood ornament was also a small chrome coffin with a skull sitting on top of it. It was a complete replica of the one from the movie driven by the main servant. The leader of the zombie drag racers. Bryon pulled up to the edge of the studio parking lot just in time to see a swarm of people huddled in a few awkward seeming groups. The car door slammed as he locked it, clearing his throat, his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. Then his heart sank a notch at what he saw. Teenagers wearing fuzzy glow in the dark t-shirts with the image of Reuben Blacksmith on it. They were members of his fan club. Bryon walked past them cautiously doing his best to ignore their screams and chatter. They'd worked together a few times before Reuben became famous.Checking his hair one last time in the window, Bryon let out a deep quick breath as he stepped over the threshold of the studio's main lobby.
Leaning over the edge of the bathroom sink, Bryon touched up his eyeliner as he recited his lines from scene four. The last two hours had been nothing but going over the script and standing around waiting for the head of the television station to officially welcome the cast. Of course, when he finally did arrive he mentioned that Reuben had been there for an interview on the local daytime talk show. Once again, Bryon had to wait in line because of Reuben. The thought distracted him, causing the dark haired male to stumble over his lines. Closing his eyes in order to clear his mind, the goth slapped both palms against his cheeks to bring his mind back around to the script. Another deep breath as he opened his eyes to stare into the mirror.
"But hark, the dusk is damp with humming birds and wine. The flask overflowing with broken promises and hurtful glares." he lowered his voice as he tilted his chin downward to deliver the next sentence with as much distrust as he could towards his reflection. "Know now not for who that you bring these things, but what..." he read ahead in the paragraph that said his character lifted a tea cup to toast. Raising his empty hand made him feel silly breaking his concentration once again. The bathroom door opened just as a knight in half his armor walked in. Taking that as a cue to return to the stage, Bryon picked up his script and squeezed past the larger actor. Someone with a clipboard ran up asking him his name and if he had any allergies for the lunch order. As he turned to talk to them, a flash caught his eye in the room behind the assistant. Bryon was dying to see the sets and couldn't help himself. Once the assistant was off again their head down over the clipboard, Bryon made his way quickly to the room. The door wasn't completely closed and squeaked a little when he pushed it open all the way. Thankfully no one else seemed to be in the hallways right then. The large storage room had rows of labeled boxes and bins on large industrial looking metal shelves, and rolling hangers of costumes as one would expect. But, it was the larger props in the back of the room that really caught his eyes. Particularly the giant mirror that was partly covered with a paint stained drop cloth. That's where he figured the flash had come from; the mirror simply catching the reflection of the lights. Pushing the drop cloth to the side of the it, Bryon ran his fingers over the edges. It was a 6'foot tall mirror encased in a thin black frame. Nothing special, nothing over the top as you would expect from a television prop. Just a normal looking mirror. Licking his lips, he felt a rush of disappointment as he began to cover it up again. "Shack." he brought his hand up to his mouth sucking the crimson droplets from his palm. He'd hooked his hand on a piece of the hanging wires cutting it. Not deep, but just enough of a scratch to draw blood. "All I need." he mumbled to himself as he grabbed hold of the mirror with both hands moving it enough to see the back.
That was his first mistake.
His blood left a small print on the side of the mirror. Not much, not even noticeable at first, specially after it was absorbed into the mirror itself. Turning to make his way back out of the props room, Bryon had forgotten to secure the covering as his own reflection seemed to hesitate in the mirror before dissolving. Bryon thought he'd heard a thumping noise and turned back towards the mirror.
That was his second mistake.
He tripped, stumbling towards the mirror his hands out to brace himself. The dark haired goth swore again as he tumbled to the floor. Getting up slowly, he brushed the dirt from his black pants before looking up. There was a room full of people staring at him. "So trick door. Nice." he said nervously unsure what area of the studio he was now in. But before he could ask, a woman had appeared as if by magick across the room grabbing him, hugging him tight.
"Bryon! Oh my god!" our heroine breathed as she buried her nose in his shoulder. Reaching up to untangle himself from her, Bryon tilted back a half step on his heels annoyed.
"Hi. Yeah. Is this rehearsal? Am I late?" he pointed to the floor taking yet another step back.
"What are you doing here?" she sniffed deeply. "Wait..."
"I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere? Were we extras together on something and I just not remember?"
"You don't smell like you. Why don't you smell like you?" our heroine asked her nose practically pressed to the flesh just above his collar. Wiggling out of her grasp, he turned back towards the mirror. Only there was no mirror. There was only an off coloured patch of wall that seemed to move like steam. A panic began to build in the dark haired human as he reached his hand through the wall before walking back through.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Remember back in S4 p24...)
Sunday, July 29, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p10
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 340, chapter 340
Out of Time
"She's going to go through withdrawals soon." Vlad said cautiously as he stood beside Edric, his arms crossed. The two males were standing in the middle of a corner store parking lot, waiting for our heroine. "After all that time actually hunting. She's going to be in for a time of it over the next few days. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?" the older male raised an eyebrow as he silently doubted Edric was up for the task. Nodding Edric licked his lips waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vlad looked around as if expecting someone to run up from all directions. It was a habit he'd never gotten out of, having to constantly look over his shoulder for attackers. "And when her head's cleared and she's once again used to the iv bags; will you be able to handle what comes next? Huh? I mean, it's already started hasn't it?"
"What the shack are you getting at?" the sandy-blonde hybrid ran his hand through the limp mohawk before blinking in confusion.
"The fact she needs to be with a pack alpha. Nosferatu is dare I say, designed for it."
"Well, no worries there." Edric replied smirking. "We don't even have a pack to have an alpha for." his words were a little too smug even to his own ears.
"Of course we do! It just doesn't look like you think it should look like." Vlad retorted gesturing towards the nearly empty street. "And if you let yourself admit what you already know, then you already know the answer to who's actually the alpha. Hint, it's not you."
"Well it's obviously not Arthur. He's barely got his marbles most of the time. I suppose you're going to tell me it's you?" Edric said crossing his arms taking a guarded stance.
"You really need to open your eyes and see what's going on around you." Vlad raised his chin with authority. "Be prepared to fight for what you believe belongs to you already. Be prepared to possibly loose a friend in the process. Unless you're willing to bow down to Seward."
"Seward?" Edric shook his head in a double take, his eyes fluttering in shock. "Seward?"
"It's his house we all live in. His authority we have been bowing down to in polite hospitality. He's the one taking care of us, stepping in between yourself and Arthur when you fight, feeding everyone, paying for everything. He's naturally stepped into the role of alpha right under your nose and you allowed it. It's only a matter of time before he takes Nosferatu too." Vlad stiffened slightly as he tilted his neck to the side. "Somethings..." he sniffed deeply.
"Blood." the two males said in unison just as our heroine walked out of the store a large plastic bag in hand.
"Here these are for you." she remarked slapping a small pack of disposable razors into Edric's shoulder.
"You've got red sauce on your shirt." Edric whispered pointing just above her boobs as he nervously looked around to make sure no one saw. Vlad had already moved past them into the store. There just on the floor beside the check out counter, was a guy unconscious, a knife beside his broken hand. A few feet away from him behind the counter, the checker was drooling and babbling like a drunk. The dark haired male snorted in frustration before returning back outside, grabbing our heroine by the elbow and guiding her back into the store.
"What the hell is this?" Vlad's voice never rose, never wavered.
"A nice light snack." she began to giggle. "What? He was in the middle of robbing the place when I walked in, so I took care of it. He's still alive. His body anyways. And that one will be fine in a day or so. Just running on empty till the medics get here. Which, by the way, I was polite enough to call so we should go."
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page 340, chapter 340
Out of Time
"She's going to go through withdrawals soon." Vlad said cautiously as he stood beside Edric, his arms crossed. The two males were standing in the middle of a corner store parking lot, waiting for our heroine. "After all that time actually hunting. She's going to be in for a time of it over the next few days. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?" the older male raised an eyebrow as he silently doubted Edric was up for the task. Nodding Edric licked his lips waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vlad looked around as if expecting someone to run up from all directions. It was a habit he'd never gotten out of, having to constantly look over his shoulder for attackers. "And when her head's cleared and she's once again used to the iv bags; will you be able to handle what comes next? Huh? I mean, it's already started hasn't it?"
"What the shack are you getting at?" the sandy-blonde hybrid ran his hand through the limp mohawk before blinking in confusion.
"The fact she needs to be with a pack alpha. Nosferatu is dare I say, designed for it."
"Well, no worries there." Edric replied smirking. "We don't even have a pack to have an alpha for." his words were a little too smug even to his own ears.
"Of course we do! It just doesn't look like you think it should look like." Vlad retorted gesturing towards the nearly empty street. "And if you let yourself admit what you already know, then you already know the answer to who's actually the alpha. Hint, it's not you."
"Well it's obviously not Arthur. He's barely got his marbles most of the time. I suppose you're going to tell me it's you?" Edric said crossing his arms taking a guarded stance.
"You really need to open your eyes and see what's going on around you." Vlad raised his chin with authority. "Be prepared to fight for what you believe belongs to you already. Be prepared to possibly loose a friend in the process. Unless you're willing to bow down to Seward."
"Seward?" Edric shook his head in a double take, his eyes fluttering in shock. "Seward?"
"It's his house we all live in. His authority we have been bowing down to in polite hospitality. He's the one taking care of us, stepping in between yourself and Arthur when you fight, feeding everyone, paying for everything. He's naturally stepped into the role of alpha right under your nose and you allowed it. It's only a matter of time before he takes Nosferatu too." Vlad stiffened slightly as he tilted his neck to the side. "Somethings..." he sniffed deeply.
"Blood." the two males said in unison just as our heroine walked out of the store a large plastic bag in hand.
"Here these are for you." she remarked slapping a small pack of disposable razors into Edric's shoulder.
"You've got red sauce on your shirt." Edric whispered pointing just above her boobs as he nervously looked around to make sure no one saw. Vlad had already moved past them into the store. There just on the floor beside the check out counter, was a guy unconscious, a knife beside his broken hand. A few feet away from him behind the counter, the checker was drooling and babbling like a drunk. The dark haired male snorted in frustration before returning back outside, grabbing our heroine by the elbow and guiding her back into the store.
"What the hell is this?" Vlad's voice never rose, never wavered.
"A nice light snack." she began to giggle. "What? He was in the middle of robbing the place when I walked in, so I took care of it. He's still alive. His body anyways. And that one will be fine in a day or so. Just running on empty till the medics get here. Which, by the way, I was polite enough to call so we should go."
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Wednesday, July 18, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p9
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 339, chapter 339
Out of Time
"Would you like to explain to me your behaviour back there?" Seward asked as he stood suddenly on the second floor landing.
"No." our heroine said crossing her arms under her chest. Her eyes were as cold and blank as chrome plates as she turned to look at her human friend.
"That was uncalled for." the dark haired human began to march towards her in anger. His face beet red as he did, his curly hair flopping around his eyes. "He's just a kid..."
"Just a kid?" she lowered her arms, turning a half step on her heels towards him, closing the gap now between them. "Just a kid? That kid is a psychopath at best. A monster in every sense of the word. A half werewolf, half banshee demi-god with entitlement issues." she snorted having to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth, her fangs beginning to show. "He set a village on fire just because the local boys wouldn't play with him. Crept into their homes after dark and torched it. Not one house, but all of them." she gestured wildly with her right hand in a smooth motion. "Hunting because his werewolf side was coming to the surface. That I could have understood. His emotions didn't erupt causing him to get into a fight and bite someone in the heat of the moment.That I could have understood. No, he waited till everyone was asleep and burned them alive. Fifty people. Just because two little boys didn't want to play tag with him!" her voice had risen beginning to hurt Seward's ears. The colour started to drain out of the human's face, leaving him a sick ashen skin tone. "That kid..." she was pointing now to the main level of the house towards the kitchen. "Should never have been born!" she began to pace around the landing then, like a caged animal. "Loki's magick, Maxwell's soul." she made a noise between a laugh and a grunt. "The last of the pack alphas because Loki wanted his litter of shapeshifters. The Frankenstein curse farthest thing from anyone's mind. The last of the litter." she tilted her head, her words becoming slurred as her double row of fangs were completely exposed. Seward shrank back a half step, ready to run back down the stairs but forced himself to stop. "That damned Frankenstein family curse. Only two children a generation..." she let her chin droop, as she slammed backwards into the wall. Seward watched himself move towards her as if watching a movie on tv. He had no connection, no control over his own actions as he reached out wrapping his arms around her shoulders, letting the fierce creature melt into his embrace. "If only Loki had left that piece of Maxwell's soul alone." her voice was strained between the half choked sobs and the fact her fangs were making it difficult to do much other than hiss.
"If he had, the youngest would have been Jacob's." Vlad's soft voice said with authority as he firmly planted his foot on the top stair of the landing. "That would have not made any difference to how things are. Edric would still be here now." a frustrated breath escaped Vlad's nose as he gestured towards the stairs, indicating Seward needed to step back. The dark haired human did not budge.
"I don't follow?" Seward said as he finally broke the hug but refused to move from Nosferatu's side.
"Edric is Jacob." our heroine answered; her eyes back to their human hazel as she stared deeply into Vlad's own brown ones. "When we..." she gestured then to Vlad and back to herself. "When we were first married back in the 1400's, before actually...I was with Jacob Oaken. He was the pack alpha. And then he betrayed us." a deep sigh forced her to put her palm flat on her chest to keep calm.
"How?" Seward asked suddenly feeling a wave of fear tickle his spine.
"He sided with my brother Radu to overthrow me as king." Vlad never broke eye contact with the female.
"Still fuzzy on the details. I mean, how could you not recognize..."
"He's soul not his body reincarnated...it's not as simple as movies make it out to be. But it explains why he turned into a hybrid and not just a banshee when I bit him. He'd already been a werewolf in his past life. A born lycanthrope, not a turned one. It was dormant he just needed for it to be triggered." she cleared her throat unable to look at either male as she continued. "And why he was able to claim me with just his desire to. Just a bit of his blood." her eyelids fluttered as she began to blush. "Why Arthur became just a werewolf when Edric bit him."
"Speaking of wolves. I came up here to tell you Maxwell is apparently ruling Rolf's kingdom." Vlad spoke softly as if trying not to wake some invisible sleeper, as he clasped his hands in front of him.
"That's impossible. I just left there and everything was fine. Reuben was ruling as king. I mean, I know time moves differently, but still it couldn't have been more than a week or so there?"
"Hey, darling." Edric's voice broke their worry as he called from the bottom of the stairs. "You're cake's done. Ruthven is wanting to slap the icing on it." his footsteps were light on the stairs as he bounded up them to join their little party. Jerking his head to the side, the sandy-blonde hybrid tried to assess the situation but got nothing from his friends. Even with his sensitive hearing, Edric hadn't been paying close enough attention to their conversation, and now felt the awkwardness of interrupting it.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Things are starting to get sticky.)
page 339, chapter 339
Out of Time
"Would you like to explain to me your behaviour back there?" Seward asked as he stood suddenly on the second floor landing.
"No." our heroine said crossing her arms under her chest. Her eyes were as cold and blank as chrome plates as she turned to look at her human friend.
"That was uncalled for." the dark haired human began to march towards her in anger. His face beet red as he did, his curly hair flopping around his eyes. "He's just a kid..."
"Just a kid?" she lowered her arms, turning a half step on her heels towards him, closing the gap now between them. "Just a kid? That kid is a psychopath at best. A monster in every sense of the word. A half werewolf, half banshee demi-god with entitlement issues." she snorted having to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth, her fangs beginning to show. "He set a village on fire just because the local boys wouldn't play with him. Crept into their homes after dark and torched it. Not one house, but all of them." she gestured wildly with her right hand in a smooth motion. "Hunting because his werewolf side was coming to the surface. That I could have understood. His emotions didn't erupt causing him to get into a fight and bite someone in the heat of the moment.That I could have understood. No, he waited till everyone was asleep and burned them alive. Fifty people. Just because two little boys didn't want to play tag with him!" her voice had risen beginning to hurt Seward's ears. The colour started to drain out of the human's face, leaving him a sick ashen skin tone. "That kid..." she was pointing now to the main level of the house towards the kitchen. "Should never have been born!" she began to pace around the landing then, like a caged animal. "Loki's magick, Maxwell's soul." she made a noise between a laugh and a grunt. "The last of the pack alphas because Loki wanted his litter of shapeshifters. The Frankenstein curse farthest thing from anyone's mind. The last of the litter." she tilted her head, her words becoming slurred as her double row of fangs were completely exposed. Seward shrank back a half step, ready to run back down the stairs but forced himself to stop. "That damned Frankenstein family curse. Only two children a generation..." she let her chin droop, as she slammed backwards into the wall. Seward watched himself move towards her as if watching a movie on tv. He had no connection, no control over his own actions as he reached out wrapping his arms around her shoulders, letting the fierce creature melt into his embrace. "If only Loki had left that piece of Maxwell's soul alone." her voice was strained between the half choked sobs and the fact her fangs were making it difficult to do much other than hiss.
"If he had, the youngest would have been Jacob's." Vlad's soft voice said with authority as he firmly planted his foot on the top stair of the landing. "That would have not made any difference to how things are. Edric would still be here now." a frustrated breath escaped Vlad's nose as he gestured towards the stairs, indicating Seward needed to step back. The dark haired human did not budge.
"I don't follow?" Seward said as he finally broke the hug but refused to move from Nosferatu's side.
"Edric is Jacob." our heroine answered; her eyes back to their human hazel as she stared deeply into Vlad's own brown ones. "When we..." she gestured then to Vlad and back to herself. "When we were first married back in the 1400's, before actually...I was with Jacob Oaken. He was the pack alpha. And then he betrayed us." a deep sigh forced her to put her palm flat on her chest to keep calm.
"How?" Seward asked suddenly feeling a wave of fear tickle his spine.
"He sided with my brother Radu to overthrow me as king." Vlad never broke eye contact with the female.
"Still fuzzy on the details. I mean, how could you not recognize..."
"He's soul not his body reincarnated...it's not as simple as movies make it out to be. But it explains why he turned into a hybrid and not just a banshee when I bit him. He'd already been a werewolf in his past life. A born lycanthrope, not a turned one. It was dormant he just needed for it to be triggered." she cleared her throat unable to look at either male as she continued. "And why he was able to claim me with just his desire to. Just a bit of his blood." her eyelids fluttered as she began to blush. "Why Arthur became just a werewolf when Edric bit him."
"Speaking of wolves. I came up here to tell you Maxwell is apparently ruling Rolf's kingdom." Vlad spoke softly as if trying not to wake some invisible sleeper, as he clasped his hands in front of him.
"That's impossible. I just left there and everything was fine. Reuben was ruling as king. I mean, I know time moves differently, but still it couldn't have been more than a week or so there?"
"Hey, darling." Edric's voice broke their worry as he called from the bottom of the stairs. "You're cake's done. Ruthven is wanting to slap the icing on it." his footsteps were light on the stairs as he bounded up them to join their little party. Jerking his head to the side, the sandy-blonde hybrid tried to assess the situation but got nothing from his friends. Even with his sensitive hearing, Edric hadn't been paying close enough attention to their conversation, and now felt the awkwardness of interrupting it.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Things are starting to get sticky.)
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