Wednesday, August 24, 2016

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p5

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 279, chapter 279

Out of Time

"So, what's the deal with those two anyways?" Ruthven asked as he blew smoke into the air. They were standing around the back of the hospital, the night air teasing at the promise of stale movie popcorn and lilacs.  Quentin shrugged as he kept his eyes on the back door, waiting for the emergency driver to go back in for supplies.

"I don't think they've figured it out yet to be honest." he gestured for the other male to finish his cigar. "From what I've witnessed, they're practically made for each other. But, don't let that stop you from trying."

"Oh yeah?" the dark haired male mumbled under his breath as he crushed out the end of the cigar clearing his throat. "And just how do you fit into all this? I mean, how does a decent guy like yourself get mixed up with a couple of...goths?"

"Goths? You can't seriously tell me you think they're nothing more than a couple of role players? After what you witnessed back there..."

Ruthven held up his hands, closing his eyes. "Come on you don't actually believe all that crap do you? They got you all mind warped too? Huh?" he ducked his chin opening his eyes to stare at Quentin. "Few cheap parlor tricks is all..." The redhead shook his head not understanding how Ruthven could say that. "Okay what? Occultists? That make you feel better? Anyways, what are you doing hanging around them like some lap dog?"

"If you have to ask then you won't understand anyways." he made a ssshhing noise as he spotted the emergency driver leave the truck. "Now." he scrambled across the edge of the parking lot, grabbing the door to the back entrance gesturing for Ruthven to follow. Once they were in, he ushered the dark haired male into a stairwell.

"And why couldn't we just have gone through the front doors like normal people? I mean this is a hospital."

"The blood storage is blocked off from the main hallways. You need a staff pass card to get to it from the emergency side of things. This way, it's one flight down and we're in the first door on the left."

"How do you even know this?" Ruthven asked scratching at the edge of his beard.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"What, you were a janitor." it was a statement not a question. Quentin made a noise indicating that Ruthven was wrong as he opened the door to the blood storage. "Porter? Nurse?"

"Keep guessing. Only five hundred different staff positions to go." he replied grabbing a handful of the iv bags.

"Well there is no way in hell you're going to have me believing you were a doctor."

"Apparently; you're set to not believe anything I tell you anyways so what does it matter what I did?" he shoved the bags into Ruthven's open palms. "I worked in diagnostics...happy?"

"You were an x-ray technician?" he couldn't hide the surprise or smile from his face.


"They've been huddled in that corner for the last twenty minutes. What do you think Mr. and Mrs Transylvania Twist are talking about anyways?"  Landin asked as he sat with his arm out for his cousin to take his blood pressure.

"Uh, I'd say from the way they've been leaning on each other they're still watching their hands move in slow motion. Dude, I still can't believe that you affected them just by being in the same room as them? That's crazy nuts!" the younger male shook his head as he typed some numbers into his cell phone. "Man, I'd love to be able to do something like that. You're like a superhero or something."

"Or something." the bleached blonde cleared his throat, unable to take his eyes off of the two hybrids.

"Maybe you should go get some fresh air." Seward said as he began packing up his emergency kit. He made a face as he tossed another look over his shoulder at them. "It's no good to torture yourself like this. I mean clearly..." he raised his right hand palm up just as Landin glared at him shaking his head in a threatening way. "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." he cleared his throat moving then towards the two, his hands behind his back. "Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt. But, can I like get a sample of your blood?"  Our heroine said nothing as she brought her arm up in a movement so quick Seward missed it. The female already had his hand in her's, as she held her left one a few centimeters above his own, the blood pouring from her palm in a quick stream, the wound already healing before the dark haired male registered what she'd done.  Edric was practically salivating as the scent of blood hit the open air, his eyelids fluttering.

"He gets a sample and you won't let me? How rude." Edric's voice was flat as he pressed his nose then to her ear. A small groan escaping him, his left arm planted firmly on the wall behind her, his other on his hip.

"He's a scientist. Just going to study it, and play with it, and try not to get it mixed up with the jello. Totally safe for him to have a piece of me. But you on the other hand, will use it with bad intentions." she cooed as she wrinkled her nose at him, her eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf. Edric smiled at her, his own blue eyes crinkling with mischief before turning to the amber-grey as well.  Seward moved  as quickly as possible, gesturing with his elbow for Landin to get a test tube.

"Hey." an animalistic sound seemed to reverberate off the walls, echoing through the warehouse. "Hey...hi, look at me now. Hi. How you doing? You want to maybe come with me over there..." he pointed towards the corner they had already marked off with curtains, to be designated for each sleeping area. "...and I'll show you my Klingon dictionary?"

"I don't know about that. I mean, Klingon is such a hard one to wrap your tongue around..."she said too causally, tracing a nail down Edric's ear. 

His eyes wide, Seward blushed as he began to push his cousin closer to the door. "I think that we'll just go." he craned his neck his curly hair flopping everywhere.  The two Van Helsing boys were half way out the warehouse door when they found themselves being shoved back through by Quentin.

"Where you going? Hey no!" he dropped the armful of iv bags into Landin's arms as he raced across the length of the building grabbing Edric by the back of the hair. "No! Keep it in your pants! You are still under the influence of a drunken empath. Any sexual decisions you make right now will be for all eternity. All E-TERN-ITY!"  he just managed to miss the hybrid's teeth as he snarled at him; not bothering to move away. "Did...did she bite you?" Quentin asked examining his buddy's neck and arms. Letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, the exhausted human relaxed letting go of Edric's hair. "My god. This sire bond is kicking my arse. Who knew babysitting two drunken stoned hybrids would be a full time job?" He was still holding one of the iv bags, which he slammed into Edric's chest. "We brought takeaway. O Negative with a side of B Positive."

"What do you mean?" Ruthven asked as he placed the second pile of iv bags on the dinning room table. Quentin tossed another of the blood bags towards our heroine, as he filled the three cousins in on the whole situation, ever mindful to keep one eye on the sire and fledgling. "So you're saying this has reduced them to a couple of horny teenagers?" Ruthven gestured towards the couple as they sat together on the edge of the table, each contently slurping on an iv bag; their knees touching. To him they seemed more like harmless drunks on a bad trip, than the demonic demi-gods Quentin would have him believing. Ruthven watched then as Edric flopped back stretching out on the table top, his one arm snaking over to grab a second round of the blood bags.The male held up a second iv bag for our heroine, not paying attention to her anymore. The two were starting to come down from their rancid high. Their bagged lunch clearing the cobwebs for them.

"Yeah pretty much." Quentin replied getting himself a beer."But it seems to be a hundred times worse tonight."  Landin blushed as he moved a few feet closer to the door, having caught his younger cousin's notice. The bleached blonde shook his head again towards Seward; as the younger males' eyes went wide causing him to raise his hand slightly, while wiping some of the blood off. Looking at the bottle Quentin shook his head changing his mind putting it back into the cooler unopened. "On second thought, better to be on the safe side. I'll plug in the coffee maker."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. I've got an interesting subplot in mind for Quentin...)

Monday, August 22, 2016

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p4

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 278, chapter 278

Out of Time

Ruthven stormed through the house, screaming for Seward. Slamming his hand into the doorframe of their grandfather's bedroom, the dark haired male stopped. "Hey, you seen your cousin?"   The younger male turned to face him, the secret area of the closet blocked from Ruthven's view.

"Not since he bailed on us at the strip club. Why he not come home yet?" he tried to hide the crowbar.

"What are you doing?" Ruthven asked blinking.

"Nothing." the younger Seward shrugged as he held the crowbar behind his leg. Sighing, Ruthven crossed into the bedroom, peeking around his younger cousin.

"Give me that!" he stole the crowbar holding it up to him. "You're trying to open the vault aren't you?" he nodded towards the closet. The crowbar dangerously close to Seward's skull.

Seward's face fell slack. "How'd you know about it?" he turned his shoulders to look at the secret panel in the back of the closet. "Don't wave that at my nose." he gently lowered his cousin's hand.

"I helped him install it. Fifteen years ago." he tossed the offensive slab of metal down on the bed. "What's he put in there that you need to use that to open? A safe or something?"

"Coffin." Seward said bluntly.  Ruthven screwed up his nose, shaking his head as if he hadn't heard. "It's a beautiful one too. Really old." Seward continued his hands gesturing as if he could express the design just by holding his hands up. "It's got swirls and ridges..." his voice started to trail off.

The older male sat down hard on the bed. "Great, now he's a grave robber too." he held his face between his hands letting out yet another deep sigh. Seward's phone started to ring, causing the dark haired male to jump.

"It's him." he replied answering it. "Hey where...yeah I remember...what? You what? Don't...don't move! We're on our way." he hit mute already across the room grabbing his older cousin by the arm leading him out of the house.


"I'm going on record saying this is a shacked up idea." Quentin said crouched on his heels, a large welding torch in hand. Our heroine snorted as she brushed past him, singing an old Alice Cooper song, the magick mist wrapping around her replacing the jeans and t-shirt she'd been wearing with an off white coloured dress with wispy bell sleeves that put the human in mind of a ghost costume.  She started dancing as if she were mimicking some bad rock video from the 80's. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked turning the torch off standing.  She flung her head around wildly, her arms everywhere as she laughed.

"It's been so long since I've just...danced. I don't know why, but I've got this overpowering urge to" she spoke between the ripples of laughter. The redhead moved from her grabbing himself a bottled water from the little cooler, when he noticed Edric on the far side of the warehouse, singing as well. Edric seemed to be oblivious to the fact he was being watched as he spun in a tight circle, his arms out, the limp mohawk in his eyes, his voice raising as he continued to belt out his own version of the theme from an 80's movie about a high school dance. The two managed to dance their way towards each other, Edric taking her hand spinning her in a circle before they broke into an over the top version of a waltz. "One two three turn, one two three turn." they were now saying in unison.

"Um...what the shack is going on?" Quentin screamed to be heard over the two hybrids as they laughed like morons, continuing to dance around the building. "Are you two on drugs, like right now?"

"Nope. Not me." our heroine said as she continued to sing a boy band song out of tune.

"Haven't had anything since the night you found me." Edric replied as they spun around their human friend. "No idea what's going on? Wait then in the video they do that arm thing where they sort of zombie walk..." he let go of her long enough to do two of the dance moves from the boy band video.

"It's the blood." a soft voice said from the corner of the room. Landin stood up, his cell phone still in hand. "When the donor gave the blood, they were most likely in a really great mood. High maybe on something subtle. Untraceable. Otherwise it wouldn't have gotten past the screening process."

"What the hell do you know about it?" Quentin asked scratching his stomach.

"Nothing. Everything maybe." the bleached blonde shrugged as he brazenly opened the small beer cooler taking one for himself. "And just so you know, it didn't take a genius to figure out what your friend was doing was draining me earlier today. Only, he didn't want my blood. He wanted something else."

"What might that have been?" Quentin continued, the two humans ignoring the still dancing hybrids as they continued to spin around them singing the theme song from a vampire movie.

"My ability." he replied gulping down half the beer in one swallow. "I can see ghosts."

"A human ouija board. I like it!" our heroine said as she broke from Edric, beginning a clumsy version of a go-go dance she'd seen once on a tv show from the 1960's. "So it was you I was smelling all over The Seer earlier? Odd, I never picked up the scent when Edric dragged you here." she reached out wrapping one hand around Landin's waist, the other up under the tender part of his elbow. Suddenly doing her impression of Gomez Addams as she kissed his sleeve. "Ah speak to me, in wait I can't understand French...speak to me in Klingon." She giggled as she buried her nose first in his shoulder, then up to his neck, following it by licking the male from the hollow of his collar bone to the tip of his chin. "The scent is so very very faint now." she said, her fangs having broken through her gums, her eyes the pure white of the banshee. "You need to eat. That will build it up again. Then you'll smell yummy like lemons and chocolate, oranges and chocolate. Chocolate." she shoved him away from herself having turned back to face the others. "Get this boy a sandwich or something." she growled. "I'm going to watch tv." her eyes returned to their human hazel.

"We don't have a tv." Edric replied. He'd stopped dancing finally, standing there one knee bent while he manically fiddled with his hair. "Do I look like a mad dog? Does this hairdo make my fangs look fat?"

"Oh my god do you know what that means?" our heroine said slapping her hands on her fledgling's shoulders.

"We get to quote Lost Boys?" Edric answered as the two laughed loudly, the male snorting as they collided into each other, each trying to hold the other up. "Death by stereo" Edric whispered.

"Wow! They're stoned." Landin's eyes went wide as he let out a sound of disbelief. He watched as the female began measuring the male's double row of top fangs then comparing them to her own.

"You think?" Quentin said shaking his head. "Well, at lest for once they're not trying to kill each other. So...that's a plus."  There was a loud banging on the door of the warehouse.

"Pizza! Wait, did we order anything?" our heroine asked suddenly feeling dizzy. Edric shook his head laughing.

"As long as it doesn't have double anchovy we're good." Edric replied snorting another laugh. "or you know garlic."

"They are getting worse by the second." Quentin said blinking as he moved backwards towards the doors. He barely had a chance to open it when a male's voice screamed at them to open up.

"Sssshhhh! You hear...ear..." our heroine burped. "omthan? Or is it..." followed by a hicup. She closed one eye, tilting her head to the side gazing at Edric. "You're so beautiful. I feel like that dude in that movie with the chick and he steals her from his brother." she began patting the male's hair and face.

"Wha? Wha movieeeeee?" Edric was trying to focus, his tongue seemingly interesting as he kept licking the corner of his mouth. He accidentally licked her palm causing her to pull her hand away wiping it on his thigh. "Nooooo!" the male whimpered. "Keep doing that. Makes me feel loved."

"That one that was done in that castle with the dude with the funny name and every sequel he had bigger cheek bones. Paper mached right over him." Nosferatu replied her fingers digging into her face causing little streaks of blood to flow. "Lost in the paper mache." she looked at him as he grabbed her hand trying to force her to pet his hair again.

"Right. That one." the sandy-blonde male answered pointing at her. "Yeah, I don't know what one you're talking about but I'm sure it totally rocks, oh people." he gestured towards Ruthven and Seward as they now stood in the doorway, a look of pure confusion on their faces. "We've got friends now. We've...shhh they're staring. I'm scared." the hybrid turned back to face his sire. "He looks like he wants to eat me."

"Who?" the female whispered as she peeked over his shoulder.

"The thin one with the hair. I think...yep he's got that look." Edric's eyes widened as he did a double take gesturing again towards Seward. "Hide me." he wrapped both arms around the female grabbing the edges of her sleeves, trying to cover his skull with them.

"Um what is wrong with them? You called us saying you were in trouble, and we find you partying?" Ruthven commented as he pulled a cigar out of his pocket lighting it.

"Bad idea. The smoke is not good for their noses. Or my health." Quentin snatched the cigar from him crushing it under foot. As if on cue, Edric started to cough, Ruthven raising his hands in a motion bowing his head.

"What is going on here?" the older cousin asked taking the half bottle of beer from Landin drinking a sip. Landin shook his head running his hand over the back of his neck, retrieving another beer from the little cooler just to be defiant. Opening it, he drank deeply. Edric burped laughing.

"Um...I think he's gotten them drunk." Seward said walking closer to the two hybrids. "Dude! You're not picking up anymore, you're projecting." he said pointing at Landin.

"Yeah, but this was going on before I grabbed a beer. Besides, I'm not drunk." he screwed up his nose before raising an eyebrow shrugging.

"But you weren't freaking out. You were pretty calm considering." Quentin added as he moved a few steps towards him. Looking Landin dead in the eye, the redhead rubbed his hand over his mouth. "Too calm."  he pointed then towards the other male's pockets. "Empty them."  Quentin's voice took a sharp tone as he watched the bleached blonde sigh, digging through his pockets. Grumbling, Quentin's hand scraped the other male's palm as he snatched a small pill bottle holding it up. "Muscle relaxers. Really? You caused all this just by having a few muscle relaxers?"

"Okay I still don't know what's going on here?" Ruthven said letting his hands slap his thighs.

"He's managed to tune his ability so that instead of knowing when a supernatural thing is in the room, he's controlling their behavouir." Seward said suddenly very animated. "This is amazing!" he turned towards the door again. "I'm going to run to the car and get the kit. I wanna run some tests."

"Behavouir." both our heroine and Edric said at the same time before falling to the floor in a mad fit of laughter. "Qapla' " Edric said nodded to a light fixture.

"Congratulations. You've single handedly broke two of the most powerful creatures in this known universe. You're buying." Quentin said slapping Landin's shoulder. "Damn." he let out a long breath. "Okay who wants to hit the blood bank with me? These two are going to be nasty when this wears off."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Pay attention to the Renfield. It's important)

August FoodnFlix 2016

Okay, it's that time of things again, and Heather was sweet enough to Heather was sick of me whining like one of her kids and to shut me up, let me have a second hosting this year over on Food n'Flix, and I picked Hotel Transylvania 2. (here announcement)  You might remember, last year I did my Brunch with a Vampire, and gave you omelettes and garlic croissants inspired by the first movie in the series. (yes series, very interested to see what is in plan for 2018's HT3)

I talked about this movie back in September of 2015 when it first came out, but here's a reminder of it:
Plot: Mavis and Johnny have just had their first son, Dennis who is yet to show any signs of being a vampire. Afraid her son is completely human, Mavis begins making plans to move to the human world to live with Johnny's family. While visiting her in-laws to see if it's a good idea, her father Dracula is back in Transylvania babysitting little Dennis. Drac is sure that Dennis is indeed a vampire, just a bit of a late fanger. With the help of his long time buddies Frank, Murray, Blobby, Wayne and Griffin, they go to their old haunts. Only things don't go as smooth as they hoped. There is one option left to help Dennis become a vampire, and that's letting Dracula's dad Vlad in on the secret.
Notes: Hors d'oeuvres, "jello mold" (character of Blobby) cake, poisonberry {Bittersweet}(mentioned) garlic (mentioned) ice cream, anchovies, matzo ball soup, coffee, wine, apples, burger, fish, porridge, tropical drinks, chicken (mentioned) plum (mentioned) strawberry (mentioned) candy, stuff crusted pizza (mentioned) avocado, rolled oats, apricots, poptarts (mentioned) deer, chips, hot dogs, slushies/slurpee, Count Chocula cereal (mentioned) carrot, raisins, licorice strips, grapes, bananas, cupcakes, marshmallows, duck, mini tomatoes, roast, eggs, canned spaghettios/ravioli, soup, pigeon, (there is even a scene with dog food)

So my mind was everywhere, from making a "Blobby" to "Werewolf Bone" (spare ribs or rack of lamb) to "Kibbles and Bits" to "Deep fried Batwings and Acid Sauce" (spicy bbq wings with roasted garlic dip) to another stake through the heart cake. (one of these days I will redeem myself on that old post) but being vegetarian, most of those were no gos.
I knew I wanted to make it a bit more character based then scene based, but really had a hard time nailing down one character. In the end, I made a dessert that is both character based and scene based.

A few of my favourite scenes, happen to be the convenience store where Mavis and Johnny are talking to the night worker while she's hyped on junk food. The scene where Dracula is wandering around his bedroom complaining while Frank is trying on his clothes; which I call the Dudeman scene, and when the group are in the park trying to teach young Dennis to be scary, and it's Wayne's turn to kill a deer, and mentions poptarts.

What I came up with was something that I can 100% say is the most out of the box thing I've ever let slip through my zombie eaten brain. It's also the laziest recipe I've ever allowed myself to do. I mean lazzzzzzyyyyyyy!  I should be ashamed, but I'm actually proud of the idea. (it took me longer to do the post than it did the recipe) You can barely call it a recipe...

Wayne's Conveniently Oozing Poptart Pie


1 box of poptarts crushed
1 can of cherry pie filling
1 can of blueberry pie filling

Crush the poptarts, spread over pie plate, leaving one for the top
open pie filling, spreading one layer at a time,
crumble leftover poptart on top
Bake at 275 degrees for 15 minutes, let cool enough to place into fridge for 2 hours to set.

That's it. Embarrassing as it is to say how lazy this is, it was so worth it.  It is the most junk food you can cram into a single slice of anything, and not feel like you've just inhaled a ton of junk food. Even though you know you just basically ate a plate of sugar.

I wanted to do something that represented the convenience food, the idea of blood and of course the poptarts.  And of course there was no real thinking involved, so nod to the zombie food blogger Porridge Head in the film.

Deadline is next week, and I'll be back with the Round Up for it the day after that. So don't forget to come back and find out what everyone came up with.  And next month, the group will be covering the movie Frida hosted by Eliot's Eats.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Coffee Talk Aug 21st 2016

Spudguns!   It's a Sunday afternoon where I am, and I thought I'd come in and just say hey... Hey!
I know, I know, there hasn't been many movies in the last couple of weeks on here; that's because I haven't been watching many. I was suppose to hit the cinema a few times in the last two weeks, but plans got totally shacked, and I ended up not going. So there is a bucket load of movies that when rental time comes, I'll get to catch up on.

I've also been typing my fingers to the bone with the latest episodes of The Nosferatu Adventures.  We have a new cast of characters; which if you're a regular reader have figured out. Yes I've been inspired and I'm going to ride that wave as far as it takes me. Which, I hope is a few years worth still.

There are a few "what that movie inspired" posts on the way over the next couple of weeks. And for me, this is the beginning of the busiest season; October Season. With Hallowe'en on my bumper, I've got to get my ghoulies in a row. So expect September to be just as slow if not slower than this past month has been on here.

Okay this little blood droplet needs to get back to the coffee pot.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p3

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 277, chapter 277

Out of Time

Edric let out a deep breath, his hands in the pockets of the hoodie he'd just magick misted. Taking the steps of the building two at a time, he swore under his breath raising the hood, hiding his face in the crease induced shadows. Opening the glass door, he closed his eyes his nose in the air. He'd managed to get the scent back at the occult shop, following it to the police station. It wasn't that difficult to track Arthur, as the hybrid had known the closer he got, the more he'd be able to catch the traces of Nosferatu's scent on him. The male moved without thinking as he stepped into the station, the sire bond causing him to already react in a territorial way; as he spat first on the floor then licked his fingers trailing them across the walls. Edric just hoped he was able to keep control enough to not hurt him. He was still getting used to the fact the sire bond did indeed have a will of it's own. The hybrid wanted to scare Arthur, to force the human out of his sire's life. It would be better all around, for Arthur and for their relationship. He stood there for a too long a second, listening to the sounds of the crowded room, taking in the sweat drenched emotions as they collided in the stale air.

Spotting the sandy-blonde male, Detective Holmwood smiled as he crossed the room towards him. "You were at the shop the other night, a friend of Nos..."

"You need to stop seeing her." the words were harsher than Edric had planned. Clearing his throat, he sniffed deeply. The cotton shirt the detective was wearing holding the mix of laundry soap, body wash and the slight greasiness of eggs. He watched as the Detective's blue eyes were clouded with confusion, his gentle relaxed demeanour becoming a little more guarded. The hybrid got a small jolt at the base of his spine as he did. His legs becoming taunt as he felt the desire to pounce on the other male, his instincts screaming at him to fight. The little grey streaks at Arthur's temples like a cruel slap to the face. He wondered to himself if he'd be able to secure the pack alpha position just by fighting his sire's human lover?

"I beg your pardon?" Arthur crossed his arms beginning to take a protective stance.

"Look buddy, take this one to heart. She's done with you." the words were practically guttural as he shook his head, doing his best to keep his eyes focused, to keep them from flashing to the amber-grey of the wolf. He just needed to get the guy to back off a little, and it was all the hybrid could do not to turn right there in the middle of the busy station. He hadn't been prepared for the fact catching her scent still lingering with Arthur's, or how the sight of the few grey strains, would trigger something primal within him. His emotions were like a pinball; hitting every bell and whistle in his senses. The hybrid flexed his hand before bringing his fist up to ball in the palm of his other.

"I'll believe it when she tells me." seemed to be the Detective's only argument. Edric huffed cracking his neck the edges of the hood casting heavier shadows over his eyes. He was about to say something, to threaten Arthur, when something even more familiar caused his nose to twitch. Edric's nostrils flared as he involuntarily sniffed. Turning to his left he watched as a bleached blonde man was escorted out of a back room. Edric's eyes became slits of amber-grey as he zeroed in on the cause of his senses overloading with what he naturally perceived as a new threat. The bleached blonde reeked of werewolf. By the look of the bruises on his neck and jaw, it didn't take much for Edric to put together this was the guy The Seer had fed on. Snarling, the hybrid took one large step to his left, his hand suddenly on the victim's shoulder.

"I need you to answer something for me."

"You can't be harassing people..." Detective Holmwood started to say as he reached his own arm out to stop Edric. That was his first mistake, as the hybrid was no longer thinking. Turning, Edric growled his left hand batting across Arthur's face sending him flying across the room into a row of filing cabinets. Swearing again, he turned grabbing Landin by the upper arms, and racing out of the building at near breakneck speed. 


Our heroine was unpacking a box of kitchen supplies on the newly acquired dinning room table that was now sitting in the middle of the old warehouse. Quentin had managed to get furniture the old fashioned way, by maxing out his credit card, supplying the group with what they needed for the moment. He'd even assured them he knew how to build a few walls to separate the space. But still, our heroine disliked the idea of being so far across town from the occult shop. It left a uneasiness in her stomach.  The door to the warehouse suddenly opened, the sun back lighting Edric and Landin. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw them move into the building, their faces stirring up the edges of the dream.

"Edric, what is he doing here?" she asked crossing quickly to them.

"This is the guy The Seer fed off of." he snarled dropping Landin, blocking the door.

"Um hon, he's...I've dreamed about you." she breathed her hand first at her own throat then just inches from the bleach blonde's. Tracing the outline of his jaw, she winced at seeing the damage The Seer had caused.

"This guy?" Edric said screwing up his face. "You dreamed about this guy?" he ran his hand through his hair craning his neck, squeezing his eyes shut as he brought his hand up in a claw like motion. "My day just gets worse every second."  Our heroine moved a few centimeters closer to her fledgling, her hands at his shoulders.

"Trust me, you were definitely the lead obsession of my dreams." she ran her hands down his upper arms sighing. "And naked mostly." she turned then to face Landin. "And you were a waiter, serving us drinks in my dream." she grunted her eyes caressing the bleach blonde.

"Whoa hey." Edric snapped his fingers a few times. "Back to me and the naked dreaming part." he commented, his tone calmed once again, his eyes cast down to look at her. "Not that I'm complaining about you dreaming about me, but why..." the hybrid made a face like he'd tasted something bad, pursing his lips together. "Why..." he moved his neck in a half circle. "Was I naked?" his voice raised a few notches on the last word, the male moving up on his toes for emphasis. "Were you naked?" he pointed then to her.

"No you were the only one missing clothes...can we talk about this later?" our heroine remarked her hands still resting on the male's upper arms.

"Huh." he nodded to himself, running his tongue over his teeth. The magick mist rolling over his chest, removing the hoodie and t-shirt he'd been wearing. "Was I this naked? Cause that's not bad, that's fairly typical many reasons to be this level of naked."   Landin gasped as he still on the floor, crawled a few feet away from them,  his eyes wide. "I forgot you were there." Edric responded  scratching at the back of his neck, magick misting his hoodie again, minus the shirt this time.

"And that's why I said we'd talk about it later. But since you want to be all..." our heroine turned once again to face Landin, gesturing towards him. "Okay the short of it, hi I'm Nosferatu, this is my fledgling Edric, and you sir were fed off of by another friend of ours. We're half vampiric; banshee to be exact, half shapeshifter, werewolf to be exact. And our friend who is half werewolf part witch and half sidhe, has gone batty nutballs. You were lunch, nothing more nothing less. The question is why are you still alive?"

"You forgot the whole being part god." Quentin said from across the room. "Possibly a love goddess."

"That's not important to the guy on the floor having a spazz out, but thanks for that."

"Actually, he seems fairly fine given the situation." Quentin remarked as he continued to unpack. "A little too fine. He hasn't even peed himself. I mean, a hybrid werewolf just magickally removed his shirt and the dude there barely blinked."

"Is that why I was naked in your dream?" Edric continued. Shuffling his weight from one foot to the other, his chin down."Cause of the love goddess part?"

"No, you were just naked deal with it." she patted his chest without thinking. Turning she let out a deep sigh resting her face on his shoulder. "You are too damned tempting."

"I know." he giggled wrapping his arms around her. The sire bond easing it's grasp on his spine as he did, his mind clearing just a little. The smallest bit of physical contact seemed to help shake off the cobwebs. Clearing his throat he forced himself to break the hug. "Do we have any of the AB Positive left from earlier?" he moved from her cracking his neck, digging suddenly through the little beer cooler as if his life depended on it.  Landin crawled even farther into the corner of the room his eyes glued to the hybrid as he watched him tear into a blood bag.
Edric was beginning to lose the battle with the sire bond. He was finding it more and more difficult to keep control of himself when he was around the female. Rufus had assured him, once a pack alpha was declared, the sire bond would loosen, but it was clear to Edric, they were nowhere close to agreeing on one.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Instincts can be a difficult thing to trust over logic)

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

year 5 day 173

movie: The Lady in the Van
starring: Maggie Smith, Alex Jennings
genre:Comedy, Drama
format:Netflix Canada

plot: After a hit and run accident, a nun finds herself on the run from the cops and because of it, homeless.

Based on a biography

This is made to seem like a comedy, but it's not really. The main character is a writer who besides talking to himself, talks himself out of having a life of his own; and ends up arguing with a physical representation of his alter ego a lot. He's sort of cornered between his elder mother and what ends up being the "neighbour" this lady who drives around the block randomly staying in front of everyone's house for a few nights at a time. That is, until the streets are rezoned and she finds her van too large to just park on the street for more than an hour. This leads to her parking in Bennett's driveway.

We watch as she slowly begins to take over not just his space but his mind as well, becoming the central character in his work over the course of the next 15 years.  This sort of leads you to wonder, is she suppose to be a surrogate mom for him or a surrogate wife? (or in this case surrogate husband as the lead male is gay)  The dynamics between the two leads is interesting; in this push pull attitude. Neither wanting to admit they really need the other in their life.
There are a few scenes where the Lady, gets a new vehicle, each smaller than the one before, leading the audience to believe she'll eventually end up in the house with him. But, oddly it never plays out this way. It's just suppose to show their comfort level with each other and how their trust has grown.

I thought it was interesting the way the two leads manage to show more compassion for each other than for members of their own family, each hiding elements of themselves from their families, afraid of how they will react.

what did I learn? It's always easier to tell a stranger your secrets, until they are no longer a stranger.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

The Nosferatu Adventures s11 p2

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 276, chapter 276

Coffee Tea Sugar Me

Edric continued biting his bottom lip, as he stood outside the club waiting for our heroine to pay the cab. She'd talked him into wearing a pair of very snug dark jeans, and a navy blue t-shirt that was too small. It was one he had been given from the wardrobe department of My Gothic Kitchen after one of the lead actors tossed it aside refusing to wear it. Up till that night, it had just sat in the back of a drawer. "So what's on the agenda?" he asked leaning closer to her, once she'd finally returned.

"What do you mean?" her voice got lost in her purse as she began hunting for something.

"You said you had an experiment in mind then you brought me here." he pointed to the club, loud music blasting from behind the closed doors. "What are we going to do? Drunken bull riding, country karaoke, line dancing?" he shrugged his hands now in his back pockets. "Or is this some kind of kinky sex club...cause I don't think that's...yeah no on that one."

"You can do whatever you want. Just give me a half hour in there okay." she checked her eyeliner in a small hand mirror. Grabbing his hand she dragged him through the main doors, having to adjust to the lack of lighting before proceeding through the small entrance. "Okay so...damn you are beautiful.You are going to go over there, grab a drink, play pool or what have you." she gestured with her left hand, still holding his with her right. "And when you do, all the other women in the bar will be on you are straight right?" Edric had begun swinging their still clasped hands, leaning closer to hear her. "Doesn't matter if you're not, you just need to pretend to be for like a half hour. And while all the women in the club are trying to get in your pants, that leaves all the guys open. And one is bound to get bored waiting for whatever's left and seeing me over there by myself..."

"Wait!" Edric brought his free hand up just level with her nose. "You brought me here to be your wingman?" the sandy-blonde haired male felt all the air suddenly leave his lungs. He unlocked his fingers from hers, dropping her hand before hugging his elbows.

"Yeah why else? And while you're standing there being all Chris Hemsworth-like; this gives me the change to catch the eye by default of the hottest guy in the bar so I can go home with him."

Edric's eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement as he tilted his head to the side. Gesturing then between them, he licked his lips. "Um...your plan just had me as the hottest guy in the bar. So...if you want the hottest guy here...we could have just stayed at my apartment." he shook his head "I...I...just don't get you." he shrugged as she patted him on the chest before moving off to the end of the bar. "This is pointless. I'm sure I'll regret this before the end of the night." he let his hand slap his thigh in frustration. "I look like I should be on the cover of a bad romance novel. Not even the good kind, but like the ones you find in the dollar bin clearance bad. I can't believe I let her dress me?"

"Well honey, how about you let me undress you?" a voice said from his right shoulder. Turning Edric pushed his glasses up on his nose as he surveyed the situation. The woman was dressed in a hot pink mini dress that left nothing to the imagination. Letting out a deep breath, he threw his head back before turning and walking away from her.

He'd barely been standing at the bar when a beer was slapped down in front of him. "I didn't order this." he said pointing to the bottle. The bartender shrugged pointing to a chick a few seats away. "Free beer. That's not suspicious"  Two shot glasses were placed just as quick beside his left wrist, the bartender once again pointing to another woman a few feet away. "I don't like this. This feels dirty." he pushed the drinks aside and moved away from the bar heading towards where our heroine was. "Hey!" he reached to cover his butt as someone pinched it. Edric was unable to tell which of the women at the nearest table had been the culprit; but he was betting on the one who was devouring a penis shaped lolli, as he continued to make his way across the room. Nosferatu was standing completely alone on the far side of the building by the jukebox when he finally managed to escape the crowd. Sighing, he rolled his blue eyes. "I need to be dusted for prints. You knew this was ladies' night didn't you?" he remarked as he ran his hand through his hair, leaning against the wall beside her. "Is it working? Have you venus fly trapped your man snack for the night, cause I'm leaving." 

"We just got here." she leaned in closer to him, in order to be heard over the music. "I told you the plan."  The male had had enough as he brought both palms up in a surrender motion before leaving the building out the nearest exit. Once he was outside standing alone on the street, he let out a strangled groan of frustration, his face pointing to the sky. Turning around in a full circle twice arguing with himself, the male swore before heading back in. Something forced him again to cross the sea of people, noticing more than a few pairs of eyes on him as he did, ignoring the grabbing hands and comments, as what seemed an invisible string refusing to let him abandon her. She was still standing in the same spot, still alone. He picked her up throwing her over his shoulder, ducking out the nearest exit. He didn't drop her to her feet until they were a half block away.

"There plan half way worked. You left with the hottest guy in there." he pushed his glasses up on his nose again. "Happy?"  The female made a huff as she turned and headed back in the direction of the bar. "Oh no you don't!" Edric said grabbing her by the elbow swinging her back to face him as he pointed to himself. "I look like a fool in this." he grabbed a handful of the shirt. "You humiliated me, do you know that?" he gestured wildly towards the empty street. "I thought when you invited me out tonight that you actually wanted to be with me. But instead, you left me standing there like a piece of dog food. Using me to get what you wanted, without even considering how it would effect me."

She reached her left hand up caressing his face, before removing his glasses tucking them into a loop on the side of his jeans. Edric leaned into the kiss, not having been prepared for just how intense it would be. He had never been the type to loose his mind over a woman, but he found himself fighting off butterflies his knees weak. Breaking the kiss, our heroine reached for his glasses, handing them to him again. "Welcome to my world." she said coldly licking the corner of her lips moving back a half step.

"So this...this was a joke to you?" his voice raised a few notches as he pointed then at the ground, once again closing the gap between them, his breath hitting her hair. The male's blue eyes began to shine with emotions. "This was a joke?" his voice became lost in a whisper then. "This whole evening was nothing more than a revenge fantasy?" he took a step back from her, his hands locked behind his neck. "Nothing more than a power play huh?" he nodded bringing his thumb and finger up to squeeze the bridge of his nose, his glasses still in his other hand. "What, you thought that oh Edric's pretty therefore he must not have any feelings? That it wouldn't matter if you jerked me around?" He moved from her again. "What are you some sort of emotional vampire?"  He sniffed as a long rope of saliva dripped from his lip."You're absolutely soulless."  He had turned from her, his back to the street, the sound of her shoes informing him she'd turned her back on him.

Out of Time

Our heroine coughed up the blood as she rolled over onto her side. A sharp pain still reverberating through her chest and lungs. Slamming her hand onto the floor as she forced the remaining blood out of her lungs, as she shook off the dream. Gasping for air she heard the voices of both Edric and Dagan asking what happened? She waved them off making it to a kneeling position, her eyes having gone the pure white of the banshee. A growl that escaped her turned into a full on scream, causing everyone; to cover their ears, running out of the building.
It was a full twenty minutes, before the two males returned to the little occult shop both feeling an uneasiness in their stomachs. Our heroine now sitting on the edge of the sofa a cup of steaming tea in hand. "I know what The Seer is after. I know what he's doing, and I think I know how we're going to stop him." she replied as Dagan sat down beside her.

"Great, just tell me how I get to finally hurt him..." the auburn haired male growled, his blue eyes filled with anger.

"Not you. Us." she answered pointing to Edric. She got up from him, stood on the sofa and climbed over the arm; moving to where the fledgling was standing, her right hand on his elbow. "This isn't a shapeshifter thing, this is a vampire thing. This one isn't your fight." she proceeded to wrap her other arm around the fledgling's waist pushing him out of the building.

"You mind cluing me in here?" the hybrid said as they made their way down the street at what felt like warp speed.  Our heroine stopped, shaking her head before placing both palms on either side of his face. She seemed unable to tear herself away from his eyes, the dream still haunting her. She fully expected to see the dream glasses there.

"I promise it will make sense okay. But Edric..." she swayed closer to him, her stomach grazing his. "You're not going to like the plan. I'm going to ask you to do something you're not going to be happy with." she closed her eyes, searching her mind for the words to express herself.

"You're actually starting to scare me now." his voice croaked under the strain.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Did you all catch the foreshadowing in the bar scene?)