The Nosferatu Adventures
page 107, chapter 107
Reuben stopped just outside the apartment door, his nose twitching, the scent of hot copper and salt in the air. Rolf was still outside the building with Tombstone. The puppy had gotten the scent of something, running off after it, and he was trying to find him.
Carefully Reuben opened the door, his delicate nose assaulted by the smell, burning it. There was a stream of cooling blood coming from the hallway leading to the bedroom.
The neighbour Dolores's lifeless body lay in the middle of it, her stomach ripped to shreds, her throat torn to the point of near decapitation, the pooling blood under her a sticky mahogany colour. He took another step towards the bedroom, feeling something squashing under his foot. He didn't bother to look at what it had been, but assumed it had been the woman's eyeball.
The werewolf started to shift, his eyes turning to the amber-grey of the wolf, his bottom fangs jutting out exposed, nostrils flaring as he opened the bedroom door.
Dagan lay there on the bed, his left leg dangling over the edge at a strange angle, his left arm covered from the shoulder down in blood, bones exposed at his neck and ribs, one eye swollen. The bed sheets were drenched as tiny rivers of crimson seemed to flow towards the floor, like a bad tie-dye. Reuben wiped his mouth as a sick panic gripped him.
Another step closer revealed Dagan's chest looked as if something had chewed through the ribs.
"What happened?" his voice squeaked as he spotted our heroine curled up in the corner, covered in blood smears. "What the hell happened?" he screamed this time.
"I'm not sure." she was trembling as she started to get up, seeming to notice her hands were covered in blood. Our heroine began licking her palms, her wrists of the blood. Reuben grabbed her by the shoulder, dragging her to a standing position. "I was feeding off him like normal, but the second I got a taste of the werewolf blood, I couldn't stop. There was this burning in the pit of my stomach."
"You did this?" he shook her. "You did...you cannibalized your own mate? Your own husband!" he stopped getting a good look at her face. Her eyes which normally would have been pure white of the banshee, were yellow with pupils of amber-grey, something more then wolf eyes, her normal double row of fangs were now a row of four, her skin which was naturally pale was nearly glowing white, and her hair had turned shockingly white, the grey streaks almost unnoticeable.
"What can I say, he's so damn dishy." she smirked.
"What's happening to you?" his voice was something between terror and disgust.
"This experiment Loki stuck inside me. I think it's infecting me. It doesn't want...it doesn't want me to be...me." she chuckled leaning towards him, sniffing his chest. "God you smell good."
The male's expression changed. "It's adapting. Making you more hospitable for it to grow. Making you a shapeshifter." he ran his hands over his face and beard then moved towards the bed, grabbing another blanket. "Get dressed." he started to wrap Dagan's body in the fresh blanket. "You're coming home with us." Lifting the weight of his friend onto his shoulders, he heard Rolf at the front door of the building with Tombstone."Get your bag, Rolf has the dog, get dressed. NOW!" Reuben screamed as he watched the female start to shuffle on shaky legs. Rolf walked into the apartment just in time to have Reuben smash into him with Dagan's body, blood smearing on him. Our heroine grabbed the leather bag from the corner of the living room where she kept it, then started to head back towards the kitchen grabbing the old book they had been looking at earlier. "I told you to get dressed!" he screamed again.
Magic mist suddenly engulfed the female, leaving a pair of black yoga pants and t-shirt in it's wake. "No need." she rubbed her belly. "Fashion designer on board." She then straightened up, sniffing deeply. Her eyes were cold as she stared into the depth of Rolf's own. "By the way, you're little girlfriend there." she pointed to Dolores's mangled corpse. "If she hadn't been so eager to get into your pants she'd still be alive. She stopped by hoping to seduce you, right in the middle of snack time. I didn't have a choice." she licked her lips. Her features seemed to cloud then with a look of such emptiness, something beyond cruel.
The large werewolf stiffened as he stood to his full height, the magic mist swirling around him in a haze of disappearing clothes for a few seconds, his anger barely under check.
And that's when he knew. Our heroine's eyes were truly empty.
She'd lost her soul.
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me. (straight up story. Thought it was getting a bit anemic, needed a transfusion. )
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Year 3 Day 35
movie: Red 2
starring: Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren
genre: Comedy, Action
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: A former assassin is forced to come out of semi-retirement in order to find a nuclear weapon thought lost in the cold war, while staying one step ahead of other assassins out to kill him and his girlfriend.
This is a sequel, and based on the comic book.
I did like this film, though I thought it went in circles as far as the way it was told. I liked the addition of Anthony Hopkins to the already established group, would have liked to have had more of him and Helen Mirren's characters personally. I think they have amazing chemistry together. (if you haven't seen them in Hitchcock, you should)
The first film seemed to have the comedy as an underlining tongue in cheek sort of way, but part 2 didn't quite get the comedy right. It was as if they were trying too hard.
starring: Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren
genre: Comedy, Action
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: A former assassin is forced to come out of semi-retirement in order to find a nuclear weapon thought lost in the cold war, while staying one step ahead of other assassins out to kill him and his girlfriend.
This is a sequel, and based on the comic book.
I did like this film, though I thought it went in circles as far as the way it was told. I liked the addition of Anthony Hopkins to the already established group, would have liked to have had more of him and Helen Mirren's characters personally. I think they have amazing chemistry together. (if you haven't seen them in Hitchcock, you should)
The first film seemed to have the comedy as an underlining tongue in cheek sort of way, but part 2 didn't quite get the comedy right. It was as if they were trying too hard.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Year 3 Day 34
movie: Scary Movie 4
starring: Anna Faris, Craig Bierko
genre: Comedy
year: 2006
format: online Netflix Canada
plot:Parody of War of the Worlds and The Village
I thought I might as well finish off the ones Netflix Canada had in this category. I think the funniest moments were the ones with Leslie Nielsen as the president. I'm slightly relieved to know they censored the naked butt scene, cause as funny as it was, after a certain age everyone should stay dressed.
I found the overall plot to be better then part three, but it was just okay. I wasn't overly excited about it.
starring: Anna Faris, Craig Bierko
genre: Comedy
year: 2006
format: online Netflix Canada
plot:Parody of War of the Worlds and The Village
I thought I might as well finish off the ones Netflix Canada had in this category. I think the funniest moments were the ones with Leslie Nielsen as the president. I'm slightly relieved to know they censored the naked butt scene, cause as funny as it was, after a certain age everyone should stay dressed.
I found the overall plot to be better then part three, but it was just okay. I wasn't overly excited about it.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p4
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 106, chapter 106
Our heroine and Reuben ran into the apartment, Tombstone trailing behind them. The female shoved Dagan hard. "You screwed up again!" she shoved him a second time. "Biting the vet?"
Dagan stood there, a look of shock on his face.
"There is no vet. I took care of it." Rolf responded from the kitchen where he was standing, a dish in hand. "When I picked him up from the pound, I saw him bite the vet and I finished the job. No vet, no new lycan, no getting caught." he said raising his hand to the female trying to calm her down. Rolf shook his head, a mass of curls going everywhere. "I'm going to go get some air, maybe take the puppy for another walk, see if I can find a park or something. Reuben, you with me?"
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." he replied as he backed out of the apartment slowly. Rolf was right behind him.
"You two need to straighten some stuff out." he whistled for Tombstone to follow him as our heroine closed the door behind them. She then crossed to the bookshelf getting a hardcover book from it. It was frayed and falling apart, the title long since rubbed off by wear. Opening it, she handed it to the werewolf.
"What am I looking at?" he asked balancing it on one flat palm, the other hovering over the page.
"It's a local history." she pointed to the middle of the page. "Didn't Jance say something about two guys at the Fort?" Dagan's eyes darted around as he tried to remember.
"Yeah. We only ever came in contact with the necromancer, not the death match guy. Why?" The female pointed to a drawing few pages over, her fingertips brushing against Dagan's hand.
"According to this, there were two brothers who came over from Ireland back in the 1600's and settled around here." she pointed to the area on the old map that contained the kingdom they were in; trailing her finger past the next kingdom and to the middle of the map, to the kingdom they had come from. "One was said to have been a very powerful witch. They were banished to the darkest part of the forests and mountain area after the locals found them doing experiments." she moved her finger in a circle pointing to the area of the kingdom the pack usually lived.
"What kind of experiments?"
"The kind that would cause them to have to hide for a few hundred years." she reached over flipping a few more pages.
"I'm waiting for the punchline."
"According to this book, the two brothers came from a long line of male heirs. They both married, both had two sons each. Those sons grew up and married and both had two sons each..." the book snapped shut causing our heroine to jump as Dagan tossed it onto the counter.
"So you think these two guys this death match winner and necromancer are related to them somehow?"
"Ripper, not just that. I think your uncle Victor..." His eyebrows raised as he stuck his neck out as if questioning her, as if daring her to continue her theory. "Fine. Don't believe me. But if nothing I think we both know there are no such things as coincidence."
The male snarled as he thought about what she was trying to tell him. Closing his eyes, Dagan leaned against the wall, pulling her to him tight. "I think the numbing agent finally wore off." he sniffed her cheek, her ear as he changed the topic.
"Well if the dent you're leaving in my hip is any indication..."
"You realize they took the puppy so we'd be totally alone right?" he started to sway against her. Our heroine glared at him as someone knocked at the door. She went to answer it, finding a box sitting there. Bringing it into the living room, she opened it.
Jumping onto the sofa she let out a yelp of fear as the contents of the box spilled out on the floor. Dagan was beside her in a heartbeat.
"It's just flowers." he said mildly annoyed.
"Roses! Red roses!" the vampire huffed as she climbed over the back of the sofa, moving farther into the hallway. The werewolf started to clean them up, noticing a card.
"A flower in bloom should always be reminded how sweet they are." he started laughing "That is the cheesiest bit of crap I've ever heard." he was already walking out of the apartment and across the hall to Dolores's. Knocking on the door his right leg started twitching as he got impatient. After a few extremely long seconds, she finally opened the door. Dagan shoved them at her. "Someone from her work sent these to us...her and she's deathly allergic to roses. Want them?"
Dolores smiled as she grabbed for them. "Well, if she's allergic it would be a shame..."
"Cool." he was already back at their apartment with the door shut before her sentence was finished. He sniffed the card and the empty gift box but found nothing but the smell of the flowers to indicate who might have sent them. "Who the hell would waste good money on flowers for you?"
"Someone who's obviously not you. Door's that way." she sighed, her hands locked behind her neck. Dagan stared at her, his lips pressed together forming a hard line, scratching at his right shoulder. He leaned forward nodding more to himself then her, his eyes changing to the amber-grey of the wolf, as he advanced a few steps towards her. He then stood to his full height, both hands trailing across the walls as he continued to slowly move to where she was.
He held his hand up mumbling "Five minutes."
"I want to hate you so much. I should hate you with every fiber of my being." her tone was completely deflated.
"But you can't." he breathed, the heat of his breath rolling over her skin, sending a shiver of desire through her, forcing her to look away from him. She said nothing as he grinned down at her, then bit his bottom lip his fangs jutting out, two days worth of beard suddenly on his jaw. "This is primal." he took another step forward, his body crashing into hers, causing her to back up into the bedroom. The second the werewolf crossed over the threshold of the room, he seemed to get control of himself, totally human again. "You can't hate me." he shrugged his right shoulder; his eyes wide, wiping at the corners of his mouth. "Just like I can't hate you. Can't seem to get you out of my mind. I've had way better looking females in my bed..." he tilted his head to the side as he rolled his eyes. "...and not one of them ever left me the drooling mess you have. And I've asked Loki, asked Bacchus to unbind us." he shook his head. "But in the end, this is just..." he made a sound that was more than a growl, more than a moan but purely animalistic, the magic mist swirling around him, his shirt melting away.
"You've got four minutes left to make your point."
"At this point, I think I only need two."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. So does our little vampire have a secret admirer or is someone out to kill her?)
page 106, chapter 106
Our heroine and Reuben ran into the apartment, Tombstone trailing behind them. The female shoved Dagan hard. "You screwed up again!" she shoved him a second time. "Biting the vet?"
Dagan stood there, a look of shock on his face.
"There is no vet. I took care of it." Rolf responded from the kitchen where he was standing, a dish in hand. "When I picked him up from the pound, I saw him bite the vet and I finished the job. No vet, no new lycan, no getting caught." he said raising his hand to the female trying to calm her down. Rolf shook his head, a mass of curls going everywhere. "I'm going to go get some air, maybe take the puppy for another walk, see if I can find a park or something. Reuben, you with me?"
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." he replied as he backed out of the apartment slowly. Rolf was right behind him.
"You two need to straighten some stuff out." he whistled for Tombstone to follow him as our heroine closed the door behind them. She then crossed to the bookshelf getting a hardcover book from it. It was frayed and falling apart, the title long since rubbed off by wear. Opening it, she handed it to the werewolf.
"What am I looking at?" he asked balancing it on one flat palm, the other hovering over the page.
"It's a local history." she pointed to the middle of the page. "Didn't Jance say something about two guys at the Fort?" Dagan's eyes darted around as he tried to remember.
"Yeah. We only ever came in contact with the necromancer, not the death match guy. Why?" The female pointed to a drawing few pages over, her fingertips brushing against Dagan's hand.
"According to this, there were two brothers who came over from Ireland back in the 1600's and settled around here." she pointed to the area on the old map that contained the kingdom they were in; trailing her finger past the next kingdom and to the middle of the map, to the kingdom they had come from. "One was said to have been a very powerful witch. They were banished to the darkest part of the forests and mountain area after the locals found them doing experiments." she moved her finger in a circle pointing to the area of the kingdom the pack usually lived.
"What kind of experiments?"
"The kind that would cause them to have to hide for a few hundred years." she reached over flipping a few more pages.
"I'm waiting for the punchline."
"According to this book, the two brothers came from a long line of male heirs. They both married, both had two sons each. Those sons grew up and married and both had two sons each..." the book snapped shut causing our heroine to jump as Dagan tossed it onto the counter.
"So you think these two guys this death match winner and necromancer are related to them somehow?"
"Ripper, not just that. I think your uncle Victor..." His eyebrows raised as he stuck his neck out as if questioning her, as if daring her to continue her theory. "Fine. Don't believe me. But if nothing I think we both know there are no such things as coincidence."
The male snarled as he thought about what she was trying to tell him. Closing his eyes, Dagan leaned against the wall, pulling her to him tight. "I think the numbing agent finally wore off." he sniffed her cheek, her ear as he changed the topic.
"Well if the dent you're leaving in my hip is any indication..."
"You realize they took the puppy so we'd be totally alone right?" he started to sway against her. Our heroine glared at him as someone knocked at the door. She went to answer it, finding a box sitting there. Bringing it into the living room, she opened it.
Jumping onto the sofa she let out a yelp of fear as the contents of the box spilled out on the floor. Dagan was beside her in a heartbeat.
"It's just flowers." he said mildly annoyed.
"Roses! Red roses!" the vampire huffed as she climbed over the back of the sofa, moving farther into the hallway. The werewolf started to clean them up, noticing a card.
"A flower in bloom should always be reminded how sweet they are." he started laughing "That is the cheesiest bit of crap I've ever heard." he was already walking out of the apartment and across the hall to Dolores's. Knocking on the door his right leg started twitching as he got impatient. After a few extremely long seconds, she finally opened the door. Dagan shoved them at her. "Someone from her work sent these to us...her and she's deathly allergic to roses. Want them?"
Dolores smiled as she grabbed for them. "Well, if she's allergic it would be a shame..."
"Cool." he was already back at their apartment with the door shut before her sentence was finished. He sniffed the card and the empty gift box but found nothing but the smell of the flowers to indicate who might have sent them. "Who the hell would waste good money on flowers for you?"
"Someone who's obviously not you. Door's that way." she sighed, her hands locked behind her neck. Dagan stared at her, his lips pressed together forming a hard line, scratching at his right shoulder. He leaned forward nodding more to himself then her, his eyes changing to the amber-grey of the wolf, as he advanced a few steps towards her. He then stood to his full height, both hands trailing across the walls as he continued to slowly move to where she was.
He held his hand up mumbling "Five minutes."
"I want to hate you so much. I should hate you with every fiber of my being." her tone was completely deflated.
"But you can't." he breathed, the heat of his breath rolling over her skin, sending a shiver of desire through her, forcing her to look away from him. She said nothing as he grinned down at her, then bit his bottom lip his fangs jutting out, two days worth of beard suddenly on his jaw. "This is primal." he took another step forward, his body crashing into hers, causing her to back up into the bedroom. The second the werewolf crossed over the threshold of the room, he seemed to get control of himself, totally human again. "You can't hate me." he shrugged his right shoulder; his eyes wide, wiping at the corners of his mouth. "Just like I can't hate you. Can't seem to get you out of my mind. I've had way better looking females in my bed..." he tilted his head to the side as he rolled his eyes. "...and not one of them ever left me the drooling mess you have. And I've asked Loki, asked Bacchus to unbind us." he shook his head. "But in the end, this is just..." he made a sound that was more than a growl, more than a moan but purely animalistic, the magic mist swirling around him, his shirt melting away.
"You've got four minutes left to make your point."
"At this point, I think I only need two."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. So does our little vampire have a secret admirer or is someone out to kill her?)
Year 3 Day 33
movie: Our Idiot Brother
starring: Paul Rudd, Elizabeth Banks
genre: Comedy, Drama,
year: 2011
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: after being in jail for selling weed to a cop, a man finds himself kicked out of his girlfriend's house and having to live with his relatives. Each one of his sisters ends up having their life fall apart when he stays with them, only because his extreme honesty uncovers everyone's betrayals.
I started off iffy on this film. I liked the idea behind it, but some of the characters were just so one dimensional, such as the cheating brother-in-law and the main character's ex-girlfriend.
All I could think through half of it was, too bad more people aren't this honest. The world wouldn't be as messed up if people took a page out of this character's life.
I liked the comical sub-plot between the main character and the new boyfriend of his ex and their friendship. I can say, that's not something you see too often in real life. I know personally, I'm not the type to be friends with any ex-boyfriend, let alone their new girl. I'm not that good of a person.
starring: Paul Rudd, Elizabeth Banks
genre: Comedy, Drama,
year: 2011
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: after being in jail for selling weed to a cop, a man finds himself kicked out of his girlfriend's house and having to live with his relatives. Each one of his sisters ends up having their life fall apart when he stays with them, only because his extreme honesty uncovers everyone's betrayals.
I started off iffy on this film. I liked the idea behind it, but some of the characters were just so one dimensional, such as the cheating brother-in-law and the main character's ex-girlfriend.
All I could think through half of it was, too bad more people aren't this honest. The world wouldn't be as messed up if people took a page out of this character's life.
I liked the comical sub-plot between the main character and the new boyfriend of his ex and their friendship. I can say, that's not something you see too often in real life. I know personally, I'm not the type to be friends with any ex-boyfriend, let alone their new girl. I'm not that good of a person.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p3
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 105, chapter 105
"Why am I naked?" Reuben asked a little while later, his skull feeling as if he'd been a few rounds with a grizzly bear. "I think I'm going to puke." he leaned over when he realized he was on the floor, his face resting on our heroine's lap.
"Don't move too much. You were tossed around for a bit by a god. Well, two actually." she said smoothing his hair from his face. "You lost a lot of blood between that and me feeding off you earlier."
"I don't remember." he tried to get dressed, but he was too weak; the magic mist just seemed to appear more like a thick coating of sweat. "Come on!" he screamed in frustration trying a second time. The werewolf managed a pair of shorts, as he sat up pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead squeezing his eyes shut. "Hi." he sniffed deeply. "What is that smell?"
"Your skull was a bit...leaky." the female pointed to the spot on the wall where he'd been thrown, at the dark brown spot and splats of crimson. "I won't even tell you what I already cleaned off the floor." Reuben turned to see a mop, bucket and towels a few feet beside them. "Your skull wasn't the only thing that sprung a few leaks. Put it that way."
"Well that sounds very intimate in a medical sort of way." he scratched at his beard, misting a pair of pants, clearly embarrassed. "I don't remember any of that. Last thing I remember was the old dude in the spice shop who said he'd seen you there few times. And needing to get out of there because my very sensitive werewolf nose was burning from all the spices." he looked at her finally, his eyebrows knitted together. "What happened to your clothes?" he asked pointing to the fact she was sitting there in a bra and torn pants.
"You shredded them. I didn't want to get anything else destroyed cleaning up your...you." she said matter of factly. There was a knock at the door, as Reuben moved to sit with his back against the wall.
"Rolf and Dagan." he said sniffing. Screaming that it was open, our heroine disappeared into the bedroom for a robe. The other two werewolves entered the apartment, Rolf looking tired, and Dagan looking half out of it.
He was grabbing himself, stretching and flexing his knees, mumbling about revenge, his other hand flicking at his ear.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked walking back out into the living room, the pink robe slipping off her shoulder. Rolf started to laugh, having to cover his mouth with his hand.
"I don't want to talk about it!" Dagan answered stumbling around like his one leg was rubber.
"Moron got himself picked up by the dog catcher, and was about to get..."
"Shhhssshh! I don't want to talk about it! Damn it!" he pointed at the larger male. "I'm still numb."
"...about to get neutered." Rolf was grinning as he crossed to the window, leaning against it. Tombstone pranced between him and Reuben sniffing them both, happily wagging his tail.
"The vet shot me three times with the sedative, bit him the last time, my legs are still...that stupid..." our heroine started laughing as she listened. "Really? For once can you show some compassion? Please?" he snarled.
She took a step towards the male, placing her hands on either side of his face, kissing his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you nearly got physically neutered."
"Tha..." he cleared his throat. "Thank you." he nodded, still grabbing at himself.
"But, what I don't understand is why you didn't just go ahead with it? With all the magical restraints on you, you're practically neutered already."
Both Rolf and Reuben broke out in a mad fit of laughter, which caused Dagan to swear as he spun around on his heels, his one hand in a fist.
"Seriously! You stupid..." he growled snapping his teeth at the female. "I can't believe you actually would say something like that?" he stomped "Really? Seriously! You think that little of me?" he screwed up his face tilting his upper body from her as the female let out a deep sigh. She grabbed for his waist, letting her hands fall onto his hips.
"Why is everything a fight with you?" she asked before turning to look at Rolf. "I'm going to need a personal referee for the next few hundred years with him aren't I?" Rolf nodded grinning.
"So glad you all find my pain so funny!" he spat the last word letting out another growl. Rolf cleared his throat moving from the window.
"I spotted a shop down the street. Think I'll go pick up some stuff for us for dinner." he was still smirking as he walked out of the apartment door, to see Dolores standing across the hall, with her key in her lock.
"Well, hello there." the other female said, her hand suddenly at her hair. "Are you a friend of Nosferatu's?"
"Yeah." Rolf nodded nearly running out of the building. Our heroine closed the apartment door, turning her attention back to Dagan, only he was no longer in the living room. Sighing, she headed towards her bedroom.
"You going to tell me what's going on with the others?" she asked getting another pair of the petal-pushers from her closet and a baby blue silk shirt from her drawer. Dagan sniffed the old fashioned alarm clock as he picked it up, then a copy of Mansfield Park that had been siting beside it on the night stand. He moved around the room making sure to touch everything leaving his scent everywhere to mark his territory before checking his hair in the mirror.
"The Seer is fine if that's what you're asking. He has had his hands full, we all did, since you left with that necromancer at the Fort. We've slaughtered at lest another dozen of those reanimated pets of his." the male snorted as he moved to sit on the bed, his elbows on his knees, fingers locked together. "Leo is Leo. Ash is puppy sitting. Rufus has been digging up the whole yard, like he's looking for something. Dewy has been sleeping on your pillow, howling all night. He misses you." the werewolf got back up, opened the top drawer of her dresser, holding up a bra.
"Hey!" she slapped his hand taking it from him.
"Okay Gidget. Wow, that looks uncomfortable. You could put an eye out with that thing. I mean, I don't know anything about fashion but, boobs are not that pointy. Lest not yours." he gestured towards her chest. "Gravity and all." Dagan gave her an innocent smile, scratching his nose.
"Maybe I'll have you neutered anyways." she responded. "De-fanged, de-clawed and de-loused."
"You missed me." he said flatly, his mouth open, running his tongue over his teeth, his chin raised a centimeter.
"What do you need?" she asked closing her eyes. They heard Rolf return along with a female voice asking him a million questions. Dolores was at the door holding a bunt cake. Our heroine crossed to see what the commotion was, as Rolf was in the far end of the tiny kitchen, unpacking two paper bags of groceries. Handing the cake to our heroine, Dolores continued to press for answers.
"Is he your brother?" she asked with a very hopeful look. Our heroine turned to see Rolf shaking his head no.
"Um...not my brother."
"Co-worker then?" the other female's voice was getting a bit pinched. Our heroine shook her head again.
"Nope. Not my co-worker."
Dolores's expression fell a little. "So he's your fella?" the disappointment was starting to show in her posture. Our heroine licked her lips, standing up a bit straighter herself.
"Actually...he's..." she felt the weight of Dagan's chin as he rested it on top of her hair, his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Totally. He's my guy, and so is he." she gestured with her elbow towards Reuben who was sitting on the floor petting Tombstone. "And this is my husband." she gestured to Dagan. Dolores fanned herself, all the colour draining out from her, leaving her cherry red lipstick that much brighter. "We've been living in a commune, dancing naked under the full moon. But only on Fridays, the rest of the time we work the fields harvesting the mushrooms for this big caterpillar, who doesn't eat red meat. And on our nights off, we just worship each other like bats."
Dolores gave a small laugh winking. "Oh you nearly had me believing you. My goodness! You're so funny, you should be a writer." she waved towards Rolf. "Enjoy the cake." They watched as she walked back to her apartment, her hips swinging seductively. Closing the door, our heroine turned to look at the large male who seemed to be pressing himself as tight into the corner of the room as he could, his aura sparkling pink.
Our heroine put the cake on the table. "Rolf, you look like you've seen a ghost."
"She was scary. Lock the door." his chin wobbled. "Please. Lock it."
"Rolf, you're over 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, built like an oak tree and an immortal lycanthrope. You're telling me you're frightened of a 5 foot two widow who bakes?" she crossed her arms over her chest not believing what she was witnessing.
"I don't want to talk about it."
About a half hour later, Reuben was outside with our heroine. "Can we talk about what happened earlier?" he ran his hands over his face then through his hair, bouncing up and down. They were walking Tombstone near the edge of the building.
"There's no need. It wasn't really you. Pan possessed you."
"Any idea why?" he made a face scrapping poop from his shoe. The female shook her head no.
"And you guys realize you can't really hunt while you're here..." the sentence trailed off as her eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Dagan said he bit the vet!"
"We're shacked!"
tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. And I'm still thinking about Dagan getting neutered...I'm evil.)
page 105, chapter 105
"Why am I naked?" Reuben asked a little while later, his skull feeling as if he'd been a few rounds with a grizzly bear. "I think I'm going to puke." he leaned over when he realized he was on the floor, his face resting on our heroine's lap.
"Don't move too much. You were tossed around for a bit by a god. Well, two actually." she said smoothing his hair from his face. "You lost a lot of blood between that and me feeding off you earlier."
"I don't remember." he tried to get dressed, but he was too weak; the magic mist just seemed to appear more like a thick coating of sweat. "Come on!" he screamed in frustration trying a second time. The werewolf managed a pair of shorts, as he sat up pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead squeezing his eyes shut. "Hi." he sniffed deeply. "What is that smell?"
"Your skull was a bit...leaky." the female pointed to the spot on the wall where he'd been thrown, at the dark brown spot and splats of crimson. "I won't even tell you what I already cleaned off the floor." Reuben turned to see a mop, bucket and towels a few feet beside them. "Your skull wasn't the only thing that sprung a few leaks. Put it that way."
"Well that sounds very intimate in a medical sort of way." he scratched at his beard, misting a pair of pants, clearly embarrassed. "I don't remember any of that. Last thing I remember was the old dude in the spice shop who said he'd seen you there few times. And needing to get out of there because my very sensitive werewolf nose was burning from all the spices." he looked at her finally, his eyebrows knitted together. "What happened to your clothes?" he asked pointing to the fact she was sitting there in a bra and torn pants.
"You shredded them. I didn't want to get anything else destroyed cleaning up your...you." she said matter of factly. There was a knock at the door, as Reuben moved to sit with his back against the wall.
"Rolf and Dagan." he said sniffing. Screaming that it was open, our heroine disappeared into the bedroom for a robe. The other two werewolves entered the apartment, Rolf looking tired, and Dagan looking half out of it.
He was grabbing himself, stretching and flexing his knees, mumbling about revenge, his other hand flicking at his ear.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked walking back out into the living room, the pink robe slipping off her shoulder. Rolf started to laugh, having to cover his mouth with his hand.
"I don't want to talk about it!" Dagan answered stumbling around like his one leg was rubber.
"Moron got himself picked up by the dog catcher, and was about to get..."
"Shhhssshh! I don't want to talk about it! Damn it!" he pointed at the larger male. "I'm still numb."
"...about to get neutered." Rolf was grinning as he crossed to the window, leaning against it. Tombstone pranced between him and Reuben sniffing them both, happily wagging his tail.
"The vet shot me three times with the sedative, bit him the last time, my legs are still...that stupid..." our heroine started laughing as she listened. "Really? For once can you show some compassion? Please?" he snarled.
She took a step towards the male, placing her hands on either side of his face, kissing his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you nearly got physically neutered."
"Tha..." he cleared his throat. "Thank you." he nodded, still grabbing at himself.
"But, what I don't understand is why you didn't just go ahead with it? With all the magical restraints on you, you're practically neutered already."
Both Rolf and Reuben broke out in a mad fit of laughter, which caused Dagan to swear as he spun around on his heels, his one hand in a fist.
"Seriously! You stupid..." he growled snapping his teeth at the female. "I can't believe you actually would say something like that?" he stomped "Really? Seriously! You think that little of me?" he screwed up his face tilting his upper body from her as the female let out a deep sigh. She grabbed for his waist, letting her hands fall onto his hips.
"Why is everything a fight with you?" she asked before turning to look at Rolf. "I'm going to need a personal referee for the next few hundred years with him aren't I?" Rolf nodded grinning.
"So glad you all find my pain so funny!" he spat the last word letting out another growl. Rolf cleared his throat moving from the window.
"I spotted a shop down the street. Think I'll go pick up some stuff for us for dinner." he was still smirking as he walked out of the apartment door, to see Dolores standing across the hall, with her key in her lock.
"Well, hello there." the other female said, her hand suddenly at her hair. "Are you a friend of Nosferatu's?"
"Yeah." Rolf nodded nearly running out of the building. Our heroine closed the apartment door, turning her attention back to Dagan, only he was no longer in the living room. Sighing, she headed towards her bedroom.
"You going to tell me what's going on with the others?" she asked getting another pair of the petal-pushers from her closet and a baby blue silk shirt from her drawer. Dagan sniffed the old fashioned alarm clock as he picked it up, then a copy of Mansfield Park that had been siting beside it on the night stand. He moved around the room making sure to touch everything leaving his scent everywhere to mark his territory before checking his hair in the mirror.
"The Seer is fine if that's what you're asking. He has had his hands full, we all did, since you left with that necromancer at the Fort. We've slaughtered at lest another dozen of those reanimated pets of his." the male snorted as he moved to sit on the bed, his elbows on his knees, fingers locked together. "Leo is Leo. Ash is puppy sitting. Rufus has been digging up the whole yard, like he's looking for something. Dewy has been sleeping on your pillow, howling all night. He misses you." the werewolf got back up, opened the top drawer of her dresser, holding up a bra.
"Hey!" she slapped his hand taking it from him.
"Okay Gidget. Wow, that looks uncomfortable. You could put an eye out with that thing. I mean, I don't know anything about fashion but, boobs are not that pointy. Lest not yours." he gestured towards her chest. "Gravity and all." Dagan gave her an innocent smile, scratching his nose.
"Maybe I'll have you neutered anyways." she responded. "De-fanged, de-clawed and de-loused."
"You missed me." he said flatly, his mouth open, running his tongue over his teeth, his chin raised a centimeter.
"What do you need?" she asked closing her eyes. They heard Rolf return along with a female voice asking him a million questions. Dolores was at the door holding a bunt cake. Our heroine crossed to see what the commotion was, as Rolf was in the far end of the tiny kitchen, unpacking two paper bags of groceries. Handing the cake to our heroine, Dolores continued to press for answers.
"Is he your brother?" she asked with a very hopeful look. Our heroine turned to see Rolf shaking his head no.
"Um...not my brother."
"Co-worker then?" the other female's voice was getting a bit pinched. Our heroine shook her head again.
"Nope. Not my co-worker."
Dolores's expression fell a little. "So he's your fella?" the disappointment was starting to show in her posture. Our heroine licked her lips, standing up a bit straighter herself.
"Actually...he's..." she felt the weight of Dagan's chin as he rested it on top of her hair, his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Totally. He's my guy, and so is he." she gestured with her elbow towards Reuben who was sitting on the floor petting Tombstone. "And this is my husband." she gestured to Dagan. Dolores fanned herself, all the colour draining out from her, leaving her cherry red lipstick that much brighter. "We've been living in a commune, dancing naked under the full moon. But only on Fridays, the rest of the time we work the fields harvesting the mushrooms for this big caterpillar, who doesn't eat red meat. And on our nights off, we just worship each other like bats."
Dolores gave a small laugh winking. "Oh you nearly had me believing you. My goodness! You're so funny, you should be a writer." she waved towards Rolf. "Enjoy the cake." They watched as she walked back to her apartment, her hips swinging seductively. Closing the door, our heroine turned to look at the large male who seemed to be pressing himself as tight into the corner of the room as he could, his aura sparkling pink.
Our heroine put the cake on the table. "Rolf, you look like you've seen a ghost."
"She was scary. Lock the door." his chin wobbled. "Please. Lock it."
"Rolf, you're over 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, built like an oak tree and an immortal lycanthrope. You're telling me you're frightened of a 5 foot two widow who bakes?" she crossed her arms over her chest not believing what she was witnessing.
"I don't want to talk about it."
About a half hour later, Reuben was outside with our heroine. "Can we talk about what happened earlier?" he ran his hands over his face then through his hair, bouncing up and down. They were walking Tombstone near the edge of the building.
"There's no need. It wasn't really you. Pan possessed you."
"Any idea why?" he made a face scrapping poop from his shoe. The female shook her head no.
"And you guys realize you can't really hunt while you're here..." the sentence trailed off as her eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Dagan said he bit the vet!"
"We're shacked!"
tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. And I'm still thinking about Dagan getting neutered...I'm evil.)
Monday, January 6, 2014
Year 3 Day 32
movie: Anger Management
starring: Adam Sandler, Jack Nicholson
genre: Comedy, Drama
year: 2003
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: A man who has repressed his anger since childhood, finds himself in an intense anger therapy class with a man who takes over his life.
I seem to be finding myself watching more Adam Sandler films then I really care to. But, this was good.
I have to admit, my biggest pop in this film was the sixty second cameo by soap star Don Diamont, from Bold and the Beautiful.
For once, I have to say, I didn't see the ending coming, I was expecting a completely different ending such as it being he wasn't a real therapist but a patient or that he was really the girlfriend's ex or something. It's rare that anything has a new element in it, specially romantic comedy/buddy movies like this one.
starring: Adam Sandler, Jack Nicholson
genre: Comedy, Drama
year: 2003
format: online Netflix Canada
plot: A man who has repressed his anger since childhood, finds himself in an intense anger therapy class with a man who takes over his life.
I seem to be finding myself watching more Adam Sandler films then I really care to. But, this was good.
I have to admit, my biggest pop in this film was the sixty second cameo by soap star Don Diamont, from Bold and the Beautiful.
For once, I have to say, I didn't see the ending coming, I was expecting a completely different ending such as it being he wasn't a real therapist but a patient or that he was really the girlfriend's ex or something. It's rare that anything has a new element in it, specially romantic comedy/buddy movies like this one.
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