Entangled (Eric/Eric)
The smells were sweet. Like home. And why shouldn't it? It was the day hideout that he'd established. The odd thing was that he was here and not in the castle. Eric had given up the apartment when the castle had appeared. There were more than enough hiding spaces within those walls to satisfy an entire nest of vampires. Or two, perhaps. They - him and Baba - had not explored every single nook and cranny.
He realized that he was tangled up with somebody, but it was a body distinctly not alive. There was a chill to the skin that he had not known in a long while. It wasn't Pam, the chest pressed against his arm was barren of her soft parts, and the form itself was entirely too long. The smells coming from it were familiar, and yet not. Eric opened his eyes to see who he slept with and spied... Eric.
"Oh." He sighed. He had hoped for his wife. Where was his wife? "You. How did you get here?"
The other Eric opened his eyes then, a much more difficult task for him, as it was mid-morning. "This is not my home." He said, body tensing.
"No. It is mine. One of mine."
"Where is Pam?"
"The Pams are not here."
"But we are in the City again."
"Yes. Of course."
"And your witch?"
"I have no idea. Alive, I can feel. Somewhere here. But unless I go look, or she walks in that door, I do not know the exact place."
"And we are?"
"Sleeping together, apparently."
"We're vain."
"News to you?"
"Not in the least. Stating facts out loud. For the fun of hearing my own voice."