the_love_hotel
Eric had gone to ground the same as he always did as sunrise approached. He still preferred the concrete room he had created for himself in Sookie's living room armoire while she had gone missing, which was, technically speaking, still his house, but he knew better than to continue using that as his resting place. His new area was not quite as sterile-looking as the old one, and not nearly as spacious. He had been resigned to purchasing and using a coffin in the interim, until he could find another suitable place.
Upon waking, he lifted the lid of his coffin (black lacquer on the outside, a dark steel-gray satin lining on the inside), and sat up with a yawn. He gave a slight stretch, raising his arms above his head, and then crawled out. It was then that he took a look around. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the odd lighting as they frantically searched his surroundings. Where was he? What happened? And god damn it, why was he so horny?
He growled quietly, an automatic reaction, his fangs popping out with a click. He hadn't fed since going to ground that morning. Not only was he horny, but he was hungry, too. A dangerous combination for a vampire.
TLH
Upon waking, he lifted the lid of his coffin (black lacquer on the outside, a dark steel-gray satin lining on the inside), and sat up with a yawn. He gave a slight stretch, raising his arms above his head, and then crawled out. It was then that he took a look around. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the odd lighting as they frantically searched his surroundings. Where was he? What happened? And god damn it, why was he so horny?
He growled quietly, an automatic reaction, his fangs popping out with a click. He hadn't fed since going to ground that morning. Not only was he horny, but he was hungry, too. A dangerous combination for a vampire.
TLH