The Universe's Mixer

The crone wasn't in bed. She was nowhere near the bed; actually, she was nowhere near the Viking. It wasn't a very easy thing for her to do in such a limited space. The fact that she was bound to the man who at the moment upset her and whom she wanted to curl up to made it even more difficult. There was a definite pout on her lips.

Eric had told her what he had done, and while she was a little amused at some of the reactions and the situation he'd let himself be put in, she was rather upset that he would even go there. That he would dare go see that damn child. She was torn between turning the damn Viking into a bat, a precious little bat, and having her way with him. She was certain with how very irritated she was, he'd let her have whatever she wanted. She liked and disliked the fact that he was probably just as upset as she was. She could feel it, and that seemed to confuse things even more.

"Are you hungry?" It was strange; sometimes, she knew more than she would have liked. She could feel the desire that seemed to always be there, but she could also feel something else, nagging at him. Or perhaps it was just a basic need of her own. She could go a very long time without food, but she did have needs.

They hadn't shared themselves in a while, or more she'd avoided enjoying him. But, she couldn't stay away. When she wasn't doing something, she often times wanted to be near him, even upset with him.

Logan still had Eric's business card in his wallet. In fact, he'd programmed the number into his phone. Just in case.

He was curious. Of course he was curious. Who wasn't curious about the prospect of eternal life? He didn't know exactly why Eric had offered him that chance, and in fact Logan hadn't known anyone who wanted him around for one lifetime, let alone several.

Not that he would take the vampire up on the offer. Not right now. He had a life that he couldn't just walk away from. And there was Veronica. He had Veronica. Somehow, Logan didn't think that she would be all that cool with the idea of her boyfriend becoming a bloodsucking creature of the night.

So the number was in his phone-just on the off chance that circumstances changed dramatically-but for the most part, it was forgotten about.

In fact, Eric and the offer didn't come into Logan's mind again until he turned right at an intersection and saw the car careening toward him. It was one of those odd moments where time seemed to slow down just long enough for a person to think "Huh. Isn't that funny?" about a missed opportunity or some other regret in life.

After that there was the horrible sound of metal crunching and the sensation of soaring through a windshield.

Logan landed on a hard surface some distance away from his car. How far, he really wasn't sure. In fact, he wasn't sure of anything.

Somehow, his fingers found his phone and managed to get to a listing in his contacts. He pressed send and mumbled something that was nigh-unintelligible. Perhaps it was a plea for help or perhaps it was a plea for something that would save him.