ONGOING//CLOSED (affectionately known as 'daddypire is disappoint.')

[powerofgod]

Characters: Closed to: powerofgod and suckmysilver
Location: Room 1212, on the like deck.
Date: Three days after Eric nommed Vie, the aftermath of which is here.
Rating: PG-13

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[suckmysilver]

Yet the humans acted though it could ever be different, and the actions of his maker seemed only to reinforce their arrogance. The Fellowship of the Sun considered themselves warrior saints, waiting to be martyred, filled with vacuous self-satisfaction that the eldest vampire in the New World had presented himself to them. It spread turmoil within the vampire culture, witnessed at the Hotel Carmilla, where Godric again refused to defend himself against slanderous claims, intimations of ineptitude.

These were frustrations, things which made him desire action to take. That supported, in part, his actions on the Elegante. Where the living population acted superior to the vampires in their midst, or equal -- unacceptable. He had seen none earn the attitudes they dispensed to him, and knew by their ignorance that they would treat Godric the same. They acted as though vampires were playthings, persons come over to amuse them, things to recklessly torment without consequence.

Eric had moved to add fear of what they could do to those behaviours. That had been instinct and calculation, in part an impulse to quash a culture ripe with disbelief. And, perhaps, it had failed to meet the intent, as Godric's gesture to the zealot humans had done the same. ShipNET shared no intimations of fear in its wake, only the punishment and some threats which Eric would see nullified if they raised hand against his maker.

Such actions contravened vampire law, as had his feeding, but there was no magister to dispense justice -- and that which he knew may have overlooked it, but his disdain for humans and idiot vampires was known. Instead there was Godric, a figure of far greater import to him than any allusion to human or vampire politics.

And Godric's displeasure for his feeding had both been apparent and immediate.

This transcended his agenda against any humans, as their relationship transcended many things. Father, brother, son; friend, companion; maker, progeny. Eric revered Godric as the one who had given him new life, a better life than that which met his first end. As vampire he was powerful, skilled, competent, intelligent; a great many things, all of which had earned from him a loyalty that could not be shaken. His devotion was one thing which could not be questioned, and it lead him to return as bade, two nights from the order.

At first dark, he awoke -- aware that the ridiculous fangs were restored to their vampiric edge, that the compulsion had faded. When he rose, it was for the first time in three days that he left the room that represented his quarters and indecently human bed. Eric paid no heed to the network congestion, ignoring the trivialities they posted for the sake of reporting to Godric's quarters.

What little formalities humans would have attempted -- announcing their presence by some crude means -- he abandoned completely. His maker knew he came, as Eric had known he would do since told. He opened the door, noted the presence of Godric without eye contact, and crossed the room. It was only to his maker that he descended to his knee, bowing his head momentarily, in utter deference.