The Nosferatu Adventures
page 104, chapter 104
The City...
The scent of raw spices filled the air, leaving a warm haze over everything. Our heroine sipped a cup of hot chocolate, as she listened to someone playing the flute in the apartment across the alley.
It had been three weeks, since she'd woken up from the dream about the library, since the situation had started with Loki.
It had made her realize she was more then just homesick, she was self sick. The female had made a decision as she lay there in bed next to Dagan, searching the werewolf's face for some sort of understanding. That's when she realized, this Loki situation changed everything.
The female had silently gotten her stuff, picked up Tombstone, who had grown to the size of a small labrador, and left the old witch's cabin.
Dagan had not followed her. She had no idea if that was because he just thought she was hiding out at Ash's or if he didn't bother to care? Either way, she found herself at the docks and boarded a ship. Four days later, our heroine ended up in a port city a few kingdoms over.
It had been like walking into a jazz painting. The music, colours, smells all rich and streaming. Silks dipped and draped from every window and doorway, painters sat in the middle of stairwells selling their art for coins, while everything seemed to have a heavy dusting of spice powders. She felt like she could breath again.
By the end of that first day, our heroine had found a job working in a small shop and the tiny apartment. Just enough for her and Tombstone, who had grown to full size. The half timber wolf-half hellhound was about four feet from the floor to his shoulders and five feet from his tail to his nose.
Crossing from her 1950's style kitchen to her 1950's style living room, she petted the beast as she sat down. At lest, she seemed to be in a place that was out of the middle ages. Though stuck in what would seem the decade of the tv dinner, she did have a refrigerator, toaster and to her bliss, the females in the kingdom wore pants. Okay, so petal-pushers were not her first choice in clothes, but it was better then only having a choice of skirt.
Tombstone sat up straight, his nose twitching as he grunted, making his way to the window, sniffing the pane. The animal then headed towards the front door, sniffing again, his tail wagging as he began to whimper. Answering it, our heroine had expected to see Dolores, the lady from across the hall with more of her homemade cookies, but she was taken aback to find Reuben standing there.
"Dagan told me what happened." he said leaning on his forearm, his elbow pointing to the hallway.
"So he sent you to do his dirty work?" she asked moving aside so that the tall male could enter the apartment.
"No, He's in the city too. Just got himself chucked into a cell. He was in wolf form when we got to port, and the dog catcher quarantined him. Rolf is handling it." Reuben commented scratching at his chin.
"Why am I not surprised?" she moved to lock the door, as Tombstone pranced around the werewolf like the giddy puppy he really was, his nose sniffing wildly, tail wagging.
"How'd you find me?"
Reuben flicked his hair out of his face as he turned his eyes to glare at her sideways. "Sniffed you out. Followed your scent to the docks, took a bit to figure out what ship you hopped, but once we did, you know." he shrugged crossing his arms.
"I'm not going back. There is nothing you can say to make me." she sighed, her hand resting on his arm.
Reuben sniffed, nodding as he took a half step back then forward again. The rustling of leaves indicating the magic mist as his shirt faded in and out for a few seconds. "Is there a reason for this? Is there something you want? That you think you'll find here?" the werewolf asked as he bent to pet the puppy.
"You don't really want the answer to that." the female said letting her hands slap against her tights.
He stood again, smirking at her, his hair falling over his right eye. "When was the last time you fed?" Our heroine walked past the male to the kitchen opening the old fridge showing three blood bags. "What?" Reuben raised his arms out to the sides a tease in his voice. "I'm offering you the good stuff. Lycan circa 1986 and you're telling me you're fine with a bagged lunch?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "Smoother then hundred year old scotch." She said nothing as she moved closer, grabbing his outstretched arm, biting down hard just above the elbow. They both heard the light popping sound as her fangs broke through the soft area of flesh. His eyes glazed over for the briefest of seconds as Reuben let himself relax into it, throwing himself back against the wall, as the banshee tightened her grip.
He gave her to the count of thirty before grabbing her by the neck with his free hand, ripping her mouth from him. A low laugh escaped him, as he stared at her, blood smeared across her face.
"You've been snacking on candied ginger." she commented wiping her face.
"I was thinking of you the whole time." he nodded, flicking his hair out of his face as he ran his left hand down his chest, making circle motions on his stomach. He cracked his neck twice. "Just you and how tasty I'd be for you, how sweet my blood would be." he leaned one arm on the wall, as if posing.
"Okay flirty-pants, what's up?" she couldn't help but giggle at his behavior.
"Are you going to raise it? Loki's..." he closed his eyes grunting as he cracked his neck yet again.
"Experiment? I have no idea. I don't know if I'll survive it, if it will survive? If it's going to be human or wolf or some twisted mess? No idea if Loki will take it when it's born, if it's born? What if that's all it is, is an experiment? What if in the end, he just kills it? Or me or something? And what if it works and he puts me through the whole process again?"
"Well, you can't raise it here?" Reuben replied scratching his stomach. "If it survives, if you do and it's a shifter, you're only option is to come back to..." he moved another step closer raising his arms as if he was going to hold her.
"We'll cross that when it happens." she sighed closing her eyes, patting him on the arm. Reuben sniffed, his hair falling into his face as he stared down at her.
"You're looking surprisingly good." licking his lips, the male took a step towards her, a predatory look clouding his face. He leaned in sniffing her neck, his hands digging into her shoulders suddenly, as his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes shifted to the amber-grey of the werewolf. He started to herd her then out of the tiny kitchen around the corner past the pink wallpaper and into the bedroom. His eyes then flashed again, completely black as if they were nothing but empty sockets.
"Reuben?" she started to tremble. The male cracked his neck for the hundredth time, as if needing to stretch. As if his body didn't fit.
"Nope. Just wearing the boy for a few hours." he kicked the door closed behind him sniffing deeply again. "He's really got to lay off the drugs. Makes him so easy to possess." the magic mist appeared and disappeared like a heavy fog. "Such a fighter too!" he shook his head. "See how he's trying to stay dressed. So if you're worried don't be. He's still alive in here. But I figured he was the easiest way to get close to you..." he growled licking her cheek. "He's the one you actually trust the most right?" he licked his lips again smiling wide, his eyes flashing the wolf once more. "The scars I'm going to leave on his mind, on his conscious. Reuben is really going to hate himself when I'm done playing with him." the werewolf tilted his head to the side his face completely hidden by a curtain of hair. He chuckled tightening his grip on her shoulders, pressing her against him. "Werewolves can't actually do what I'm about to do to you. There's just this psychological blockage that Loki imbedded in them to keep them...wholesome. But with me in here flicking the switches..." he pinned her to the bed, his left hand at her throat, rolling his eyes at her. "Well he'll be the first ever to loose his halo." he stuck his tongue out at her, mocking the way Reuben sometimes did. "I'm Pan by the the way." he howled. "Maybe I'll take full advantage of this boy's shifting ability and wolf out second round huh? Trust me when I say, the thought crossed his mind a few times." he winked at her, licking her neck as he covered her mouth with his one hand. The magic mist wrapping around him as his clothes melted away. Her legs were starting to go numb from the weight of being pinned down, the sound of her clothes being ripped echoing in her ears. "I guess I should thank Loki and Bacchus for doing all the heavy lifting. But we're not on speaking terms."
"There's a reason for that." a voice bounced off the walls. The male was tossed across the length of the tiny apartment, smashing into the wall. Our heroine turned to see the librarian from her dream, quickly guessing it was Bacchus.
"We'll finish this later my little nymph." Pan said licking his lips once more as he threw Reuben into the wall a couple of times, his body falling to the floor in a heap as a black silhouette drifted from him, forming into a saytr before shimmering and disappearing.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Poor Reuben, being used like that without getting used )
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Year 3 Day 31
movie: Scary Movie 3
starring: Anna Faris, Simon Rex
genre: Comedy
year: 2003
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: Parody of The Ring movies and Signs.
This one was more of a sci-fi then horror this time around, and although the casting was better, it was a bit weirder. I'm not sure the Matrix stuff really fit with the rest of the story...er parody. It just seemed like overkill.
Yeah, I didn't learn anything from it.
starring: Anna Faris, Simon Rex
genre: Comedy
year: 2003
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: Parody of The Ring movies and Signs.
This one was more of a sci-fi then horror this time around, and although the casting was better, it was a bit weirder. I'm not sure the Matrix stuff really fit with the rest of the story...er parody. It just seemed like overkill.
Yeah, I didn't learn anything from it.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Year 3 Day 30
movie: Scary Movie 2
starring: Anna Faris, Tim Curry
genre: Comedy
year: 2001
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: Little bit of the Exorcist and haunted house movies.
Okay, I admit, it's better to watch these films when you know what movies are being parodied. I got the Exorcist part, the Amityville part, got the What Lies Beneath part, and that was about it, the rest I just couldn't figure.
Did I like it? Yeah, it was a decent enough movie to kill time with. When I saw that Tim Curry was in it, I was really thinking he'd give more strength to the film, but sadly, I found him misused.
starring: Anna Faris, Tim Curry
genre: Comedy
year: 2001
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: Little bit of the Exorcist and haunted house movies.
Okay, I admit, it's better to watch these films when you know what movies are being parodied. I got the Exorcist part, the Amityville part, got the What Lies Beneath part, and that was about it, the rest I just couldn't figure.
Did I like it? Yeah, it was a decent enough movie to kill time with. When I saw that Tim Curry was in it, I was really thinking he'd give more strength to the film, but sadly, I found him misused.
Friday, January 3, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p1
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 103, chapter 103
The sign on the door read Friday 9am to 7pm. Opening it, forced her to shift the weight of her leather bag in order to still hold her coffee. The place had the familiar smell all libraries do, a mix of industrial cleaners, bubble gum, and dust.
She hated bubble gum.
She headed downstairs to the research department, finding herself a table between the front desk and the copy machine. Catching sight of herself in the window, she promised to pick up a hair dye on her way home, mentally adding it to her to do list. Her naturally auburn hair now had two large grey streaks in it, as if over night. She felt comfortable with the rest of her outfit of dark jeans, sneakers, a plan v-neck t-shirt and charcoal sweater that came to mid thigh. Grabbing her notes, she found the list of books she needed to continue her thesis. Most were in the New Age-Occult section, which was just three rows from her table.
Our heroine wasn't paying attention at first, which is why she nearly tripped over the male.
"Oh, I'm Sorry." she said pushing her wire rimmed glasses up in nervousness. The male had been crouched down in front of a selection of books on wild life. Standing, he nodded smiling at her, his long hair tied back in a too smooth to be human pony tale, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes sparkling.
"No problem." he said mindlessly scratching at his beard. Our heroine noticed he had a rabbit design on his shirt as she moved around him to find the shelf she was looking for. Just as she was reaching for a book on the history of witchcraft, a very strong hand reached in at the same time snatching it.
"Excuse me." he said nodding. "Did you need this?" he smiled wide, running his hand through his short hair as if checking it.
"I just need to copy a few pages from it." she mumbled.
"Are you in my class?" the male asked turning his face slightly, his perfect lips forming an 'o'. "I'm sorry. I'm terrible with faces." he cleared his throat running his free hand down to smooth his grey tie. "So many middle aged women going back to school and stuff." his blue eyes trailed over her. "You all just blend into a blur."
Our heroine pulled the charcoal coloured sweater tight as she ran her tongue over her teeth in frustration. "Not a student. Forget the book." she turned heading back to her table.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she was still thinking about how cocky that guy had been when she felt someone bump into her. She ended up spilling coffee on herself and half her notes. "Dude! Really?" she turned to see a male disappear behind a row of shelves, only getting a quick glimpse of his black trenchcoat. Digging then into her leather bag, she found some napkins.
"Well that's an interesting binder." a voice said over her left shoulder. Our heroine found herself staring at a very tattooed arm holding a very expensive camera. He was tall, tattoos peaking out from under a plain long sleeved shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, and short hair spiked into a half mohawk. She closed her eyes at a loss for words before letting out a deep sigh, feeling her shoulders sag.
"Yeah, it started off as a joke gift from my cousin but ended up being pretty useful." she found herself blushing as she studied the hand now holding the camera. The tattooed letters on his knuckles formed the word 'stay'.
"You look like you could use a break already. We're doing a photo shoot in the next room, want to come watch?" he said casually.
She followed him to the next room with a sign that read Adult-Young Adult Romance/Fiction, and another sign under it that declared book club on Tuesdays. There were a few backdrops, a large tripod light and one very broad shouldered male standing there waiting. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, as he grinned. "He's our model for the day."
"I got that much given the whole standing there before the props and the drooling teenagers hovering by the door." she said gesturing to the four teens all carrying copies of the latest teen supernatural-romance, which all seemed to have a vague likeness of the model. She watched as the male model flicked his long jet black hair out of his face for a second time. "Wow, does he come with his own wind machine? Like he was designed for movie posters."
She watched the shoot for the next few minutes, before having to get back to her research. At one point, the photographer had to pull a very insistent 15 year old off of the lighting tripod, as she was swinging on it like a stripper pole. Our heroine wasn't sure if the girl was just trying to get the male model's attention or actually on camera herself?
When she got back to her table, she noticed a man sleeping at the far end of the table right next to her's. He was dressed in red leather pants, boots, and a biker jacket, leaning back in the chair, feet up on the table, his breathing steady. Our heroine had the strangest deja vu as she stared at him.
Reaching into her bag for a pen, she snagged her bracelet on the handle of her lunchbox, and had to pull it out of the bag in order to free herself.
"Rare to see those types of lunchboxes anymore. Is it your son's?"
Our heroine shook her head at the man as she mindlessly opened it. "Don't have any kids. Saw it and thought it would make a good make-up kit." She checked him over; dark spiky hair, brown eyes, pale, dressed in dark jeans and a grey shirt that had the word Detroit on it.
"Really? You just seem...that age." he winked at her.
"Excuse me miss, is this guy bothering you?" yet another voice seemed to appear at her shoulder. She was about to say no when Detroit smiled and backed away, disappearing into the other room. Turning she saw a new player. He was about 5 foot 10, short brown hair, grey eyes, suit pants, white dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned, red tie, and a stack of files in hand. She pushed her glasses up again as she checked him out. Licking her lips, she told him she was fine. "Well, if you need anything, my office is just over there." he walked away, closing the door to the office. "You shouldn't have done that." he said as Loki shimmered into view.
"She needs to wake up and sitting in here isn't part of my plans." the god said peaking through the blinds on the office door.
Bacchus scratched his nose. "She needs to accept what's going on. You really did a number on her. I don't think a few days knocked out, dreaming of a safer place..."
"Not helping. Just going to make it worse when she does wake up, and you know it." he pointed at the other god. "And what's with the new look?"
"It's one of my favourites. How'd you swing it in that outfit without her recognizing you as her favourite wrestler?"
"Cloaking myself. She just thinks this image is some hot guy." he jutted his chin out winking. "She's got two more days, then I'm forcing her to wake up and remember."
"What if it doesn't work? What if she's just not strong enough in the end?" Bacchus asked.
"We start over."
Meanwhile...
Our heroine was at the copy machine, photocopying pages from a book on German fairy tales when the first guy in the rabbit shirt came over. "I'll be just a minute."
"No rush." he replied, a large volume in his hand. Leaning over, he let his fingers gently flick at her bracelet. "That's neat."
"Thanks." she held up her wrist showing the charms; a wolf, a pentagram, a moon, a dream catcher, a bat, an arrow and a pirates flag with a skull an crossbones on it.
"Where did you get it?"
She went to answer and found herself unable to remember. "Been so long." she shrugged then gestured to the copier. "There you go."
"Thanks. Reuben by the way."
"Nosferatu."
Meanwhile...
The lights were starting to hurt his eyes, his back already forcing him to need to stretch. "Ash, can we take a break?"
The photographer checked the time nodding. "Yeah ten minutes, I want to get this done by deadline." He looked around, sighing at the handful of teens that had gathered again. He was going to kill whoever it was that leaked their location online. This was one of the reasons Ash had left his job at the magazine to do poster and novel covers, it was suppose to be quieter shoots. But it seemed someone at their agency had leaked online that Rolf was shooting the latest poster for a young adult novel turned movie. He had quickly become the face of the supernatural-romance.
"Who was the woman you were talking to?" Rolf asked as he grabbed a jacket from the nearest chair.
"Just some random woman."
Meanwhile...
Nosferatu was searching the stacks once again for a copy of a book on Romanian folklore when she happened upon the rude cocky guy again. This time, she caught him flirting with a college student, the girl couldn't have been more then 19 and buying ever bit of what he was selling.
Spotting her, the guy told the girl to check in with him later. Clearing his throat, he waltzed up to our heroine, a devious grin on his face. He half turned towards the now empty spot where he'd just been, most likely checking to make sure she had left.
"You know, we've got to stop meeting like this. Did you find the book? That I left back in the spot on the shelf it belongs thirty seconds after you asked for it...okay you caught me, I didn't really need that book. I just thought I'd take it from you...not from you but at the same time cause in movies..." he cleared his throat again hands at his tie. The female's attention was solely on that action.
"You shouldn't molest your tie like that, you'll make your dick jealous." she turned to move from him, only to smash right into trenchcoat guy again.
He had a look on his face that she couldn't read. It might have just been boredom, or he might have actually been checking her out. Trenchcoat guy had short sandy-red hair, blue eyes, was chewing on a toothpick, both hands in the pockets of the coat.
He just stood there, blocking her path. She noticed he had on a faded t-shirt with a logo for the old black and white version of Lon Chaney's Wolfman. He then leaned in sniffing her hair.
"What's that perfume you're wearing? Decafe?" he continued on through the shelves. "Suits you. Next time maybe try Latte."
"You know him?"
"No." she shook her head crossing her arms giving her cleavage a boost. "But that's the second time in under three hours that I've bumped into him today. Literally. And oddly enough, both times I smelled wet dog."
"Okay. Um, I'm lecturing upstairs. If you're not doing much right now, would you care to sit in on it?" he sucked in a breath between his teeth, hands now in the pockets of his pants. "I'm Professor Seer by the way." he held out his hand for her.
There was a strange wave of pure relaxation come over her as she shook his hand.
"What's the topic?"
"Witchcraft in the 1940's."
Meanwhile...
Dagan sat down at the table beside Reuben, scratching at his chin. "Who's the chick at the copy machine?" Reuben shrugged. "Come outside for a smoke with me."
"Right now? Wait five minutes, I think Rolf is about to get a break." Reuben replied.
"I can't wait that long. Need one now." he stood back up, tossing the toothpick into the nearest trashcan. "He's going to get swarmed by lovesick twilighters the second he moves a foot from the set" he air quoted the word set. "or worse desperate forgotten housewives on crack."
"Someone sounds jealous." Reuben remarked as he paperclipped his printouts, not bothering to look at his friend.
"I'm not jealous." his voice cracked. "Jealous of what? The fact our best friend is whoring himself to soccer moms and their under-aged kids? Why would I be jealous of that?" he had his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, raising then so that he looked mildly like a bad imitation of a bat. He started to walk backwards in the direction of the doors.
"Yeah, but look at how much he's getting paid for it." Reuben commented under his breath. Dagan had already turned for the stairs and was half way across the lobby when he spotted the chick. She was going to the second floor with the guy he'd seen her with back in the stacks. Dagan didn't remember making the decision to follow them, but he found himself in the doorway of the lecture room. Looking around, he saw that most of the thirty seats were filled by young girls, some with novels in hand, others taking notes. The chick Dagan had followed was sitting by herself near the back of the room to the far left. He took the seat right beside her.
"Hey sweetheart. Got a light?" his breath hit her neck, sending a strange shiver over her.
"Don't smoke."
"So there's no point asking you to come with me outside for one?" he was practically resting his chin on her shoulder, as he made a sound that reminded her of a dog growling. Or a wolf. The thought was an odd one that made her turn fully in her chair to look at him. She had the craziest deja vu as she found herself watching his face, studying his eyes.
"Excuse me." she gathered her things rushing for the stairs. Taking a deep breath she pushed on the front door, but it was locked. Our heroine started banging on it, trying to get it open but only succeeded in making her hands bleed. She fell to the floor in a panic, the guy suddenly beside her, saying something, reaching for her. The female swung her leather bag at him, tears of panic blurring her vision. But Dagan was on his knees beside her, his eyes wide, telling her not to scream. Everything started to spin as she passed out.
Our heroine woke to find herself back in bed, shadows from the open window indicating it was almost dusk. Dagan was laying beside her, the smells of wet dog and stew heavy in the air. She started trembling as the tears poured down her face. The male woke as her crying shook the bed.
"You okay? Are you in pain or..."
"No. I was just having a really cool dream." she turned to look at the werewolf as he grinned at her.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yeah, I just wanted to go somewhere different with the story this year.)
page 103, chapter 103
The sign on the door read Friday 9am to 7pm. Opening it, forced her to shift the weight of her leather bag in order to still hold her coffee. The place had the familiar smell all libraries do, a mix of industrial cleaners, bubble gum, and dust.
She hated bubble gum.
She headed downstairs to the research department, finding herself a table between the front desk and the copy machine. Catching sight of herself in the window, she promised to pick up a hair dye on her way home, mentally adding it to her to do list. Her naturally auburn hair now had two large grey streaks in it, as if over night. She felt comfortable with the rest of her outfit of dark jeans, sneakers, a plan v-neck t-shirt and charcoal sweater that came to mid thigh. Grabbing her notes, she found the list of books she needed to continue her thesis. Most were in the New Age-Occult section, which was just three rows from her table.
Our heroine wasn't paying attention at first, which is why she nearly tripped over the male.
"Oh, I'm Sorry." she said pushing her wire rimmed glasses up in nervousness. The male had been crouched down in front of a selection of books on wild life. Standing, he nodded smiling at her, his long hair tied back in a too smooth to be human pony tale, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes sparkling.
"No problem." he said mindlessly scratching at his beard. Our heroine noticed he had a rabbit design on his shirt as she moved around him to find the shelf she was looking for. Just as she was reaching for a book on the history of witchcraft, a very strong hand reached in at the same time snatching it.
"Excuse me." he said nodding. "Did you need this?" he smiled wide, running his hand through his short hair as if checking it.
"I just need to copy a few pages from it." she mumbled.
"Are you in my class?" the male asked turning his face slightly, his perfect lips forming an 'o'. "I'm sorry. I'm terrible with faces." he cleared his throat running his free hand down to smooth his grey tie. "So many middle aged women going back to school and stuff." his blue eyes trailed over her. "You all just blend into a blur."
Our heroine pulled the charcoal coloured sweater tight as she ran her tongue over her teeth in frustration. "Not a student. Forget the book." she turned heading back to her table.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she was still thinking about how cocky that guy had been when she felt someone bump into her. She ended up spilling coffee on herself and half her notes. "Dude! Really?" she turned to see a male disappear behind a row of shelves, only getting a quick glimpse of his black trenchcoat. Digging then into her leather bag, she found some napkins.
"Well that's an interesting binder." a voice said over her left shoulder. Our heroine found herself staring at a very tattooed arm holding a very expensive camera. He was tall, tattoos peaking out from under a plain long sleeved shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, and short hair spiked into a half mohawk. She closed her eyes at a loss for words before letting out a deep sigh, feeling her shoulders sag.
"Yeah, it started off as a joke gift from my cousin but ended up being pretty useful." she found herself blushing as she studied the hand now holding the camera. The tattooed letters on his knuckles formed the word 'stay'.
"You look like you could use a break already. We're doing a photo shoot in the next room, want to come watch?" he said casually.
She followed him to the next room with a sign that read Adult-Young Adult Romance/Fiction, and another sign under it that declared book club on Tuesdays. There were a few backdrops, a large tripod light and one very broad shouldered male standing there waiting. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, as he grinned. "He's our model for the day."
"I got that much given the whole standing there before the props and the drooling teenagers hovering by the door." she said gesturing to the four teens all carrying copies of the latest teen supernatural-romance, which all seemed to have a vague likeness of the model. She watched as the male model flicked his long jet black hair out of his face for a second time. "Wow, does he come with his own wind machine? Like he was designed for movie posters."
She watched the shoot for the next few minutes, before having to get back to her research. At one point, the photographer had to pull a very insistent 15 year old off of the lighting tripod, as she was swinging on it like a stripper pole. Our heroine wasn't sure if the girl was just trying to get the male model's attention or actually on camera herself?
When she got back to her table, she noticed a man sleeping at the far end of the table right next to her's. He was dressed in red leather pants, boots, and a biker jacket, leaning back in the chair, feet up on the table, his breathing steady. Our heroine had the strangest deja vu as she stared at him.
Reaching into her bag for a pen, she snagged her bracelet on the handle of her lunchbox, and had to pull it out of the bag in order to free herself.
"Rare to see those types of lunchboxes anymore. Is it your son's?"
Our heroine shook her head at the man as she mindlessly opened it. "Don't have any kids. Saw it and thought it would make a good make-up kit." She checked him over; dark spiky hair, brown eyes, pale, dressed in dark jeans and a grey shirt that had the word Detroit on it.
"Really? You just seem...that age." he winked at her.
"Excuse me miss, is this guy bothering you?" yet another voice seemed to appear at her shoulder. She was about to say no when Detroit smiled and backed away, disappearing into the other room. Turning she saw a new player. He was about 5 foot 10, short brown hair, grey eyes, suit pants, white dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned, red tie, and a stack of files in hand. She pushed her glasses up again as she checked him out. Licking her lips, she told him she was fine. "Well, if you need anything, my office is just over there." he walked away, closing the door to the office. "You shouldn't have done that." he said as Loki shimmered into view.
"She needs to wake up and sitting in here isn't part of my plans." the god said peaking through the blinds on the office door.
Bacchus scratched his nose. "She needs to accept what's going on. You really did a number on her. I don't think a few days knocked out, dreaming of a safer place..."
"Not helping. Just going to make it worse when she does wake up, and you know it." he pointed at the other god. "And what's with the new look?"
"It's one of my favourites. How'd you swing it in that outfit without her recognizing you as her favourite wrestler?"
"Cloaking myself. She just thinks this image is some hot guy." he jutted his chin out winking. "She's got two more days, then I'm forcing her to wake up and remember."
"What if it doesn't work? What if she's just not strong enough in the end?" Bacchus asked.
"We start over."
Meanwhile...
Our heroine was at the copy machine, photocopying pages from a book on German fairy tales when the first guy in the rabbit shirt came over. "I'll be just a minute."
"No rush." he replied, a large volume in his hand. Leaning over, he let his fingers gently flick at her bracelet. "That's neat."
"Thanks." she held up her wrist showing the charms; a wolf, a pentagram, a moon, a dream catcher, a bat, an arrow and a pirates flag with a skull an crossbones on it.
"Where did you get it?"
She went to answer and found herself unable to remember. "Been so long." she shrugged then gestured to the copier. "There you go."
"Thanks. Reuben by the way."
"Nosferatu."
Meanwhile...
The lights were starting to hurt his eyes, his back already forcing him to need to stretch. "Ash, can we take a break?"
The photographer checked the time nodding. "Yeah ten minutes, I want to get this done by deadline." He looked around, sighing at the handful of teens that had gathered again. He was going to kill whoever it was that leaked their location online. This was one of the reasons Ash had left his job at the magazine to do poster and novel covers, it was suppose to be quieter shoots. But it seemed someone at their agency had leaked online that Rolf was shooting the latest poster for a young adult novel turned movie. He had quickly become the face of the supernatural-romance.
"Who was the woman you were talking to?" Rolf asked as he grabbed a jacket from the nearest chair.
"Just some random woman."
Meanwhile...
Nosferatu was searching the stacks once again for a copy of a book on Romanian folklore when she happened upon the rude cocky guy again. This time, she caught him flirting with a college student, the girl couldn't have been more then 19 and buying ever bit of what he was selling.
Spotting her, the guy told the girl to check in with him later. Clearing his throat, he waltzed up to our heroine, a devious grin on his face. He half turned towards the now empty spot where he'd just been, most likely checking to make sure she had left.
"You know, we've got to stop meeting like this. Did you find the book? That I left back in the spot on the shelf it belongs thirty seconds after you asked for it...okay you caught me, I didn't really need that book. I just thought I'd take it from you...not from you but at the same time cause in movies..." he cleared his throat again hands at his tie. The female's attention was solely on that action.
"You shouldn't molest your tie like that, you'll make your dick jealous." she turned to move from him, only to smash right into trenchcoat guy again.
He had a look on his face that she couldn't read. It might have just been boredom, or he might have actually been checking her out. Trenchcoat guy had short sandy-red hair, blue eyes, was chewing on a toothpick, both hands in the pockets of the coat.
He just stood there, blocking her path. She noticed he had on a faded t-shirt with a logo for the old black and white version of Lon Chaney's Wolfman. He then leaned in sniffing her hair.
"What's that perfume you're wearing? Decafe?" he continued on through the shelves. "Suits you. Next time maybe try Latte."
"You know him?"
"No." she shook her head crossing her arms giving her cleavage a boost. "But that's the second time in under three hours that I've bumped into him today. Literally. And oddly enough, both times I smelled wet dog."
"Okay. Um, I'm lecturing upstairs. If you're not doing much right now, would you care to sit in on it?" he sucked in a breath between his teeth, hands now in the pockets of his pants. "I'm Professor Seer by the way." he held out his hand for her.
There was a strange wave of pure relaxation come over her as she shook his hand.
"What's the topic?"
"Witchcraft in the 1940's."
Meanwhile...
Dagan sat down at the table beside Reuben, scratching at his chin. "Who's the chick at the copy machine?" Reuben shrugged. "Come outside for a smoke with me."
"Right now? Wait five minutes, I think Rolf is about to get a break." Reuben replied.
"I can't wait that long. Need one now." he stood back up, tossing the toothpick into the nearest trashcan. "He's going to get swarmed by lovesick twilighters the second he moves a foot from the set" he air quoted the word set. "or worse desperate forgotten housewives on crack."
"Someone sounds jealous." Reuben remarked as he paperclipped his printouts, not bothering to look at his friend.
"I'm not jealous." his voice cracked. "Jealous of what? The fact our best friend is whoring himself to soccer moms and their under-aged kids? Why would I be jealous of that?" he had his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, raising then so that he looked mildly like a bad imitation of a bat. He started to walk backwards in the direction of the doors.
"Yeah, but look at how much he's getting paid for it." Reuben commented under his breath. Dagan had already turned for the stairs and was half way across the lobby when he spotted the chick. She was going to the second floor with the guy he'd seen her with back in the stacks. Dagan didn't remember making the decision to follow them, but he found himself in the doorway of the lecture room. Looking around, he saw that most of the thirty seats were filled by young girls, some with novels in hand, others taking notes. The chick Dagan had followed was sitting by herself near the back of the room to the far left. He took the seat right beside her.
"Hey sweetheart. Got a light?" his breath hit her neck, sending a strange shiver over her.
"Don't smoke."
"So there's no point asking you to come with me outside for one?" he was practically resting his chin on her shoulder, as he made a sound that reminded her of a dog growling. Or a wolf. The thought was an odd one that made her turn fully in her chair to look at him. She had the craziest deja vu as she found herself watching his face, studying his eyes.
"Excuse me." she gathered her things rushing for the stairs. Taking a deep breath she pushed on the front door, but it was locked. Our heroine started banging on it, trying to get it open but only succeeded in making her hands bleed. She fell to the floor in a panic, the guy suddenly beside her, saying something, reaching for her. The female swung her leather bag at him, tears of panic blurring her vision. But Dagan was on his knees beside her, his eyes wide, telling her not to scream. Everything started to spin as she passed out.
Our heroine woke to find herself back in bed, shadows from the open window indicating it was almost dusk. Dagan was laying beside her, the smells of wet dog and stew heavy in the air. She started trembling as the tears poured down her face. The male woke as her crying shook the bed.
"You okay? Are you in pain or..."
"No. I was just having a really cool dream." she turned to look at the werewolf as he grinned at her.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Yeah, I just wanted to go somewhere different with the story this year.)
Year 3 Day 29
movie: The Heat
starring: Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy
genre: Comedy, Crime
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: an FBI agent ends up having to team up with a chaotic cop in order to bring down a major drug ring.
Buddy cop story. You could almost call this Miss Congeniality 3 given it's the same idea, just a different character name.
I have to give it credit, it was actually funnier then both Miss Congeniality films, maybe because McCarthy is just better at the comedy duo then either of the actors who did the Congeniality series with Bullock.
The script is pretty basic as far as crime stories go, nothing really new. And not much of a real plot either. I thought the little thing about Bullock's character being a semi-crazy cat lady was the one real touch of newness.
I can see a sequel being squeezed out of the duo. Odd couple style movies always start off with good intentions, but not always end in a good way.
starring: Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy
genre: Comedy, Crime
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: an FBI agent ends up having to team up with a chaotic cop in order to bring down a major drug ring.
Buddy cop story. You could almost call this Miss Congeniality 3 given it's the same idea, just a different character name.
I have to give it credit, it was actually funnier then both Miss Congeniality films, maybe because McCarthy is just better at the comedy duo then either of the actors who did the Congeniality series with Bullock.
The script is pretty basic as far as crime stories go, nothing really new. And not much of a real plot either. I thought the little thing about Bullock's character being a semi-crazy cat lady was the one real touch of newness.
I can see a sequel being squeezed out of the duo. Odd couple style movies always start off with good intentions, but not always end in a good way.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Year 3 Day 28
movie: Forever 16
starring: Tiera Skovbye, Tyler Johnston
genre: Drama, Crime,
year: 2013
format: TV edit
plot: A 92 year old vampire-teen, is hired by the cops to go undercover at a high school to help take down a drug ring.
When I hear cop drama made in Canada about a vampire, I right off think of Forever Knight and Blood Ties. Two really great benchmarks for mixing cop dramas and vampires. This made for tv movie, obviously was looking to slide in that empty seat. Only, it was so far off the mark.
Let me jump to the ending and say that it felt unfinished. I have the feeling it was done so in the hopes of a series spin off. The last scene was the vampire being given some information and that was it, it went to credits. It felt to me like that should have been something done in the first ten minutes to push a side plot, but it wasn't.
The lead character was just...too twilight-ish for her own good. The character came off as boring and stiff. Worrying too much about what the popular girls in school had to say about her, while trying to fit in. Not too mention, the love interest seemed way too comfortable with the knowledge that they were dating a vampire. It was almost like the crime part of it was forgotten after the first fifteen minutes was over.
This missed the mark on so many levels.
What did I learn? It is way past time to get the vampires out of school and into better stories.
starring: Tiera Skovbye, Tyler Johnston
genre: Drama, Crime,
year: 2013
format: TV edit
plot: A 92 year old vampire-teen, is hired by the cops to go undercover at a high school to help take down a drug ring.
When I hear cop drama made in Canada about a vampire, I right off think of Forever Knight and Blood Ties. Two really great benchmarks for mixing cop dramas and vampires. This made for tv movie, obviously was looking to slide in that empty seat. Only, it was so far off the mark.
Let me jump to the ending and say that it felt unfinished. I have the feeling it was done so in the hopes of a series spin off. The last scene was the vampire being given some information and that was it, it went to credits. It felt to me like that should have been something done in the first ten minutes to push a side plot, but it wasn't.
The lead character was just...too twilight-ish for her own good. The character came off as boring and stiff. Worrying too much about what the popular girls in school had to say about her, while trying to fit in. Not too mention, the love interest seemed way too comfortable with the knowledge that they were dating a vampire. It was almost like the crime part of it was forgotten after the first fifteen minutes was over.
This missed the mark on so many levels.
What did I learn? It is way past time to get the vampires out of school and into better stories.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Year 3 Day 27
movie: The World's End
starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost
genre: Sci-fi, Comedy, Drama
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: Five friends who try to re-do a pub crawl they never finished twenty years later. Only, they find that they're the only people in their childhood town who have changed. What they discover is the town has been replaced by alien robots.
This ended up being a heavy movie for me. What started off as a light comedy about drinking and reclaiming the past, quickly turned into a hard long look at how many of us can't let go of things. Then it quickly turned into a bunch of guys fighting robots with ink for blood.
I did like the little jokes that they are trying to reach the last pub only there's nothing there for them but the aliens, along with the nod to Star Trek; with the "Network" being an obvious stand in for the Borg as well as the fact Pegg plays Scotty in the latest versions of ST. (Trek 11 and 12 as of this post)
There is a bit of everything going on in this film. It's a buddy movie, it's a romantic comedy, it's an action film, it's a comment on addiction, it taps at the way society longs for sameness while fearing change. I did feel like this film rushed the ending though. It chugs along at a decent pace for the first hour and ten minutes, then just seems to run out of speed making the ending feel thrown at you.
This is the third installment in the Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy (Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz being the other two)... so named for the fact that brand of ice-cream is in each film.
What did I learn? I found myself identifying with the lead character played by Pegg just a bit too much. Which to be honest scared the crap out of me. There is a scene where four of the characters are talking about physical scars vs emotional ones, with the Frost character pointing out that sometimes they are so connected you can't tell them apart. You just can not separate the emotional side of the accident that caused the physical scars, that they haunt you so much it ripples into the rest of your environment/life.
starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost
genre: Sci-fi, Comedy, Drama
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
This ended up being a heavy movie for me. What started off as a light comedy about drinking and reclaiming the past, quickly turned into a hard long look at how many of us can't let go of things. Then it quickly turned into a bunch of guys fighting robots with ink for blood.
I did like the little jokes that they are trying to reach the last pub only there's nothing there for them but the aliens, along with the nod to Star Trek; with the "Network" being an obvious stand in for the Borg as well as the fact Pegg plays Scotty in the latest versions of ST. (Trek 11 and 12 as of this post)
There is a bit of everything going on in this film. It's a buddy movie, it's a romantic comedy, it's an action film, it's a comment on addiction, it taps at the way society longs for sameness while fearing change. I did feel like this film rushed the ending though. It chugs along at a decent pace for the first hour and ten minutes, then just seems to run out of speed making the ending feel thrown at you.
This is the third installment in the Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy (Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz being the other two)... so named for the fact that brand of ice-cream is in each film.
What did I learn? I found myself identifying with the lead character played by Pegg just a bit too much. Which to be honest scared the crap out of me. There is a scene where four of the characters are talking about physical scars vs emotional ones, with the Frost character pointing out that sometimes they are so connected you can't tell them apart. You just can not separate the emotional side of the accident that caused the physical scars, that they haunt you so much it ripples into the rest of your environment/life.
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