Within the dream-realm of Freye's chosen. A pair of crimson eyes focused upon him. Finding himself in the same gilded room, Fritz came to with a start. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he beheld a woman in mourning clothes. Seated in front of her, a familiar vampire.
"So, you open your mind again. Foolish mortal. Have you come to bargain?" Panic raced through Fritz. Looking around the room, he tried to move his body. His lips twitched desperately trying to speak. "Good. It seems you are finally-"
Fritz awoke suddenly. A stinging pain radiated on his cheek. Ada was laying down next to him. Moving his free arm, Fritz let out a groan as he massaged his rapidly reddening face. Beside him a small crackling fire lit their camp.
"Ow. What the hells?" Fritz moaned.
"You were having a nightmare." Ada replied. "You kept moving around, it was annoying. Lay still."
"Did you hit me?"
"Yeah." Ada admitted.
"Why?"
"To wake you up. What else?"
Sitting up from his bedroll, Fritz looked around the camp. Marcelle was keeping watch. Beneath her mass of black hair he could feel her purple eyes watching him. In front of her, a small cauldron bubbled quietly underneath her magical burner.
"You were moving around a lot." Marcelle said quietly, as she kept stirring her cauldron.
"Yeah, and you woke me up." Ada huffed. "Now, I'm hungry."
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"Really? At this hour?" Fritz asked. Puffing out her cheeks, Ada nodded.
"As thanks, I want meat."
"You always want meat. Raw meat. Do you have some kind of intestinal parasite?" Fritz complained.
"Ewww.... I don't want to think about that." Ada cringed.
"She probably does." Marcelle answered.
"I don't!"
"She'll have to starve it. Stop eating for at least six months. That will fix it." Marcelle answered with a smile.
"No!" Ada tensed.
"It's either that or.... I brew you a special cure." Marcelle spoke with a sinister aura. Leaning forward over her cauldron, she stared intently at Ada.
"Marcelle." Fritz warned. "Please stop. I was just joking. She's probably fine. I mean look at Neva. She's drunk enough whiskey to kill a man." Fritz pointed towards a blacked out sloppy beastkin. "And yet, somehow, she wakes up perfectly fine in the early morning."
"She's built different." Ada said.
"I don't know.... Do we really want to risk it? What if the parasite grows larger? It could rip through her guts slowly and methodically gnawing on her juicy organs without her ever knowing." Marcelle asked.
"Ada, if you're worried about parasites just cook the meat. We've got plenty of pans."
"But that takes too long." Ada whined.
"It'll taste better." Fritz countered. "I'll even supply something special."
"What?"
"High quality butter, garlic, rosemary, thyme. Come on, hand me the cast iron pan."
"Hmmm. May I join?"
"Of course, Marcelle."
Searing a couple of steaks, the three adventurers made a midnight snack in the middle of the forest. Curious hungry animals were brought to the small clearing. The sound of sizzling steak and bubbling butter mixed with the vibrant herbs. Ada gripped onto Fritz like a drowning woman, as he cooked. Her gray eyes fixated on the steaks as it seared in the ripping hot pan. Basting with a heavy amount of butter and herbs, Fritz presented his latest masterpiece. Ada barely waited for the meal to cool before digging in. Her face melted in ecstasy as she chewed slowly and thoughtfully.
"Alright, your next Marcelle." Fritz said as he began conjuring more ingredients.
"You spoil her too much. We'll have to roll her around soon enough." Marcelle said with a sly grin. Ada frowned as she patted her strong abdominal muscles.
Only after eating their fill did Ada and Fritz fall back asleep. The blonde wolfkin fell asleep on top of the human as if he was a giant stuffed animal.