|John Tudor (gcboy) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2015-02-09 18:08:00
|Entry tags:||eric northman, john tudor, zz:status complete|
Missing Mentors (Eric)
The mermaid had been... fascinating. John had had to fight the impulse to go after her, to ignore the gnawing in his stomach, but ultimately it was too important to find a source of blood. He wouldn't let himself get out of control, to hurt anybody.
Still, what did he do? He shied from the noisy, bright streets and into the alleys, moving swiftly and as invisibly as possible. He tried to think of sources. Volunteers would be difficult to find. He couldn't just start propositioning people on the street, after all. Not if he wanted to stay discreet. Hospitals, blood banks? Perhaps he could buy somebody off, but with what money? And what would he tell them he wanted it for? Pam had told him about the importance being hidden had been in her origin world, and his instincts told him to keep the same low profile until he found out what was happening around him.
He'd been sprinting before he'd realized it, and slowed, falling to a human pace and then stopping, breathing hard. His head pounded and he winced, leaning against a brick wall and touching his head. It was so much louder than Dallas or the dead world had been, it made it hard to think clearly and calm down the mindnumbing stress. He didn't have time to panic, he had to figure things out.