Blood Files

After having passed out for several hours, Harry woke up face to face with a vampire that was wrapped around him surprisingly tightly.  Harry wriggled to the side until he could get free of him and then rolled out of bed and gingerly made his way to the shower.  Half an hour later, he was dressed and tightening the wards on the trapdoor to the lab and his front door, and then heading out.  Outside he paused and looked longingly at the Roadrunner before climbing into the Beetle. 

Afternoon traffic was light, so it didn't take Harry long to make it to the Bella Luna.  He leaned on his staff as he went in, the collar of his duster pulled up to help hide his neck.  Nauti was at the stage, setting up and humming to herself.  She waved at Harry, watching him intently as he walked towards the bar.  Harry smiled and then turned to the bartender.  "Are the twins in?"

With a few more hours to sunset, Eric opened an eye. For a moment, he didn't know where he was until the scent hit him. Not since coming to Chicago had he slept so hard or deep - something he needed desperately. He pressed his face into Harry's pillow and inhaled. He groaned and stretched. Despite what he wanted, Eric climbed out from under the covers.

He made the bed. He dressed in his leather pants with goblin-spittled holes. As he dug out his cell phone to re-assemble, he walked into the living area. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he passed over the rug to the basement. Eric stopped and looked at the rug as he dialed his phone. He walked to door and found that he couldn't push his way through to it.

Of course, Becky picked up the phone at the club just as he let loose with a string of curses. He apologized and gave her instructions for the day. He had to reassure her a few times that he was all right. She more than once offered to "get the gang" and come rescue him. Eric asked her to pick-up what he needed and leave it outside Harry's door as close to sunset as she could.

He called Pam for an update before disassembling the cell phone. He paced the house. He peeked in the cabinets Mouse didn't object to him inspecting. He looked for something to read and ended up with some old papers. He stretched out on the couch. He read while he waited.