Nathaniel didn't really have a clue as to where to go to hunt but he knew he had to get out of his skin after the trip to the bar and the conversation with Caspian led to his leaving him. Why hadn't he seen it sooner? Nate supposed it would have happened sooner or later, since the tiger had an affinity for vampires and Nathaniel saw them as a curse.
It was a few bloody hours later, and a night's rest before Nathaniel was able to rummage through his cell phone, which was new. The old one had taken a dunk in the toilet by accident. But the SIM card still held his contacts online, and he was able to download them onto his phone. He smiled when he found a number that was old but still useful.
It was his old packmate Geller's. He decided to test the new 4G phone out, and place a call to his old friend, just to see if the bastard would answer. Sonofabitch! It got his voicemail, so the first thing he said was:
"Geller, you know who this is. Pick up." Nathaniel said in his breathy accented voice.
"I'm in town staying at ah..The Garden District Bed and Breakfast. I've got my Harley and the bitch seat warmed up for you."
Then he laughed into the phone, warm and mellifluously. "Just call me back brother, we need to catch up. Have a few beers. My phone number is on your phone, it'll be that number. Call me back." Then the Israeli wolf pressed call end, and the line cut off to silence.
+ Apparently this was old home day. As he steered the Caddy through the narrow streets of New Orleans (which was a skill all its own) he had Dee Dee on the phone talking about old times. A small beep alerted him to a call coming in and he adjusted his hand to the center of the steering wheel so that he could take one hand off and pull the phone out from between his shoulder and ear. Eyes looked at the screen, still able to hear Dee Dee talking as he checked who it was.+
"Well, I'll be damned.....No, no Dee Dee not you."
+By then Geller had missed the call but once he finished up with Dee Dee he did a quick bit of phone rearranging to listen to the message that Nathaniel had left for him. At that point he had almost reached his hotel, but changed his mind and pulled his car into the closest driveway to turn around instead. Steering the lumbering Caddy while hitting the Dial Back button on his phone took considerable concentration, but in moments he heard Nate's phone ringing. Waiting for the other wolf to answer he tried to find the street Nate had mentioned that his hotel was on.+
"Nate. It's Geller man....how are ya?" +The kid sounded like shit.+ "Well look man, take your sad pants off and put on some happy britches (whatever the hell that means) cause I'm about ten minutes from your hotel. I've got a little errand to run tonight, but you can ride along and there will definitely be drinking involved. Lots of drinking most likely. So get ready."
+The phone conversation was much briefer than the one with Dee Dee had been since Geller was on the way to meet Nate. Once he hung up the phone he hesitated to put it in the glove box...hell, who knew who might be calling next. Instead he slipped it into the front pocket of his faded Levi's and kept driving towards the Bed and Breakfast to pick up Nate.+
Nate had drifted off again, and in his dreams saw himself and Caspian holding each other. Eating together. How the weretiger had gone out of his way to cook right for his kosher tastes. Imagine Cajun meeting Kosher. How wild!
His somnolent reverie was broken up by the beat of his ringtone, which also vibrated the cell phone on his nightstand. Nathaniel took great pains to get up, and answer the ring before it ended.
When he pressed talk it was Geller on the line. He knew he sounded like shit, out of the norm for the pleasant and smooth talking Israeli man. But Nate needed to get through this miasma of hurt and pain of losing someone.
"Hey Geller! Its good to hear from you, brother." he said, briefly explaining his reason for sounding so blah. "10 minutes from the bed and breakfast? Oh shit. Well let me shower, get some clothes on at least. "
Nathaniel wondered what kind of errand Geller had to go on, but knowing Geller the way he did, he would liven it up for Nathaniel, cheering him up somewhat from his depressive state. After he hung up with Geller, he showered.
Everything squeaky clean, Nate did his hair, making sure his blond length was brushed smooth to each shoulder. Then he dressed in some Hollister jeans, ripped at the knees, a pair of motorcycle boots, and a white buttondown shirt rolled up at the sleeves since he had no idea of where they were headed.
He grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone, sliding each into a jeans pocket. Then he left the hotel room to wait downstairs for Geller to pick him up so he could go along for the ride. He was ready to go drinking, and carousing and meet with Geller, it had been a long time coming.
-- Edited by NATHANIEL ROSHAN on Thursday 3rd of March 2011 08:20:31 PM
