[Location: The Nest] (Locked to Eric and Jessica, and Dawn later)

[faderbroderson]

When Godric walked through the front door, he looked like hell. What was left of his costume was ripped and dirty, his ridiculous Peter Pan hat was gone (thankfully), and there was blood and debris littering his clothes. The expression on his face was thin-lipped and tight, and he closed the door behind him with a bit more force than was

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[suckmychest]

Eric had gotten home a bit earlier. All in all, it had been a good night for him - a little nip'n'play with Cassie, dancing with a few lovely ladies, Sookie being delicious, and Buffy's ridiculous glitch. He had seen his maker enjoy himself, and was mildly concerned when he felt his maker's heightened emotions. But he had seen Godric walking off with the green-skinned girl, and attributed it to Godric having a good time.

The moment Eric actually saw Godric, he kicked himself for not paying enough attention to the bond. He immediately got up, fists clenching and face darkening. "What happened?" he growled, fangs quickly extending with a soft snap.

[faderbroderson]

Godric let out a small, feral noise in response. His own fangs had never fully retracted from the fight. He would answer Eric's question, in detail, but first there was something that had been bothering him the entire walk home that needed to be taken care of.

"There's something in my back." It was a shard of something -- metal or glass -- that Godric hadn't been able to reach. It was in one of those inconvenient spots that was impossible to reach even when one was flexible. His skin had healed around it and his body wasn't pushing it out fast enough for his tastes. It was highly annoying. "Pull it out."

Once Godric was some level of comfortable again, he could calm down and explain the night's events.

[suckmychest]

Eric immediately moved behind Godric, hissing softly upon seeing the wound. It wasn't small by any sense, and certainly in deep despite his regenerative powers. He grasped it carefully with one hand, planting his other on a shoulder blade. A firm tug and it popped out with wet sound. Eric quickly moved back into the kitchen and threw it out before hatching a glass of blood.

He brought it back as soon as it had popped out. It took a considerable effort not to shatter the glass in his hand, he was so angry.

[faderbroderson]

Godric grit his teeth briefly as the shard pulled free, some of the tension easing from his muscles immediately after, as the wound began to quickly heal. He was thankful when Eric handed him the glass of blood, and he downed it, barely tasting it, before speaking.

"Gaila and I were making our way back here when we ran into..." This sounded so absurd, "...a very large, green man. A monster. I don't know how else to describe him. I have no idea what he was."

[location: the nest] [later that night] don't know who you are but before this night is through...

[tothelibrary]

So, here's the thing. Eric Northman is kind of a huge deal. Dawn had only been in Fangtasia a couple times before she got hired as a waitress there-- being new to Louisiana is a serious downer, what with trying to find a job and an apartment and like, not go insane from the serious sticky nature of the stupid heat-- but she's pretty sure the whole fangbanger thing is less about vamps in general and more about the ones like him. And okay, making her dad flip his shit back in Podunk Suburb of LA, The Golden State.

And she's not sure where she is, other than not Louisiana, but she totally breezed through that tech class she took for fun, and the weird cell phone thing in her bag very clearly gave his location. Without any competition, tonight is pretty much looking awesome.

She takes a moment to pull down her shirt as much as she can-- yeah, okay, she's not exactly blessed in the chest area, but work with what you got-- and hike up her skirt, then rings the bell.

[location: nest]

[suckmychest]

Eric quickly takes the opportunity to get away from Jessica and her general annoying self and goes to answer the door. Some people might be surprised to have a doorbell go off at whatever o'clock at the night/morning, but this are vampires. Whatever o'clock is during regular business hours.

When he opens the door, he arches an eyebrow, taking in Dawn's outfit. She had been rather clingy at the party, but Eric had been somewhat successful at keeping her off. But now. Here she was.

"Hello, Dawn," he says neutrally. It's an obvious glitch, but there is the bonus of pissing of the Slayer. Which is always a plus.

[location: nest]

[tothelibrary]

Suppressing the urge to say something typically dorky-- seriously, she has to bite back a 'you know my name?' like, he's not a Backstreet Boy, Summers, chill-- Dawn just smiles in a way she hopes straddles the line between alluring and downright slutty.

"Mr. Northman." She leans one hip against the wall lightly, arching her back in a way she knows for a fact emphasizes the whole jailbait-on-a-stick thing. "I'd say Trick or Treat, but that just seems cheesy."

[suckmychest]

Eric resists the urge to sigh. Because while fangbangers, though delicious and handy alternatives to crappy synthetic blood, could be and often were dreadfully annoying. Like throwing themselves at a vampire.

"Depends on what you aim to be," he replies, crossing his arms and doing a little leaning of his own. He may or may not be giving her that patented Eric sexy-smirk. "So what are you. A trick, or a treat?"

Yes, he is playing along with this whole thing. Looks like 'pissing off Buffy' outweighs any other option.