Who: Alcide Herveaux & Eric Northman What: I WANNA DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU. Where: Fangtasia When: At night Warnings/Rating: Spoilers from this season of TB + blood and non-sparkly vampire stuff.
Given the state of politics as it stood right now, Eric knew that it would be wise to not make his presence known. He had been given a rare opportunity to escape, though he did not ask for something like this. His suspicion was witchcraft, but he couldn't confirm it trapped inside someone else in Las Vegas. He couldn't confirm anything unless he was sure that Dante Kessler was deep in his sleep, and a few nights ago he discovered the journal system. One night spent going back through older entries told him everything he needed to know, and while he wasn't necessarily happy about the revelation, there was little he could do about it.
The key promised to take him somewhere familiar in Passages hotel, but it opened to an empty Fangtasia. He could not summon Pam since he had released her, but he knew she was not here. Not Pam, or Sookie's friend, or Sookie or Bill. No delusional members of the Authority. No one.
He had an incredible thirst that he was barely keeping under control, but there wasn't even a human he could feed on. He went behind the bar and took out a bottle of True Blood.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen indeed.
He sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar and eyed the cold bottle of True Blood sitting on the counter. He might be absolutely famished to the point where he was using towels to wipe away the blood from his nose and ears, and all he could think about was the need to feed, but he could not stoop low enough to drink True Blood.
The bottle sat alone on the counter as Eric left Fangtasia and wandered around outside, looking for any signs of life. He wasn't in any shape to be running, having to deal with a severe onset of the bleeds, but he was looking up and down the deserted streets as he walked.