Who: Eric and Lucas. What: Comfort Food. When: November 10, before sunrise. Where: The lagoon. Warnings: Violence, drowning, rape, cannibalism.
Eric could feel... something, something in the air as he laid nestled in the tank underneath his bed at midnight. It was itchy and he didn't like it. It stopped after a minute, exactly a minute, and Eric surfaced cautiously, coming out from under the bed and pulling on his jeans before opening the door. It felt like a furnace, a blast of hot air like he'd never felt, and Eric hissed, retreating back inside and pacing. Where were they? How far away were they from Russia, from where he'd come ashore? He looked outside his window; there were balls of paper fire floating in the air and Eric swallowed, having to make a choice. It was still cool in his trailer but he couldn't stay there all night. He had to perform. There were already guests streaming in. So he took a breath and entered the heat, walking as quickly as possible through the midway to get to the lagoon, diving in and swimming downward as deep as he could, huddling there and trying to get his mind on straight.
He had to cope with this, the heat, the distance from his home, somehow. Eventually, after lingering at the bottom, he rose up to listlessly perform in front of the glass, thinking hard. He had a date with Gabe later that day, after he slept through the light. He wanted to make friends, he did, but he felt itchy, out of sorts, so far away from his home, from what was comfortable. He wanted to lash out, wanted to rip the strange-looking guests to shreds, but Eric knew how to bide his time.
She was young and very obviously enamoured with Eric, practically naked with the swirls of green and blue stretched out over his muscular form. He flirted with her with his movements, undulating through the water until she had her hands pressed up against the glass, watching him with wide eyes and parted lips. His eyes stayed fixed on her, even as the rest of the guests started to leave, the Cirque closing soon, shortly, in half an hour. But she stayed. Of course she did, and Eric smiled at her once they were alone, only separated by the glass. He nodded upward, toward the observation deck, where they could meet, talk, and swam upward, sensitized ears hearing her footsteps going quickly up the rock stairs to the observation deck where he met her, pushing himself up onto the edge, his hair a wet, glowing blanket down around his shoulders.
He sat there, preening, as she came closer, as she sank down onto the damp edge with him. Eric kissed her, soft and sweet, wet hands trailing down over her back to pull her in against his form. She laughed, loud and surprised, as he guided her down into the water with him, clutching at his shoulders as they sank into the water. He kept her afloat easily as they kissed, as he made quick work of her clothes, pressing her back against the side of the pool. She was warm, her heart beating quickly, her hands immersed in his glowing hair as, when their lips parted, she looked at him in awe.
Eric smiled. And then they sank, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She struggled, of course, flailing in his grip, but that just made it better as he sank down into her, their bodies intimately connected as he kissed her screaming mouth, sucking the air out through her lungs as he moved within her. Eventually, she stopped moving, but Eric did not, and he let out a low groan into her mouth as he finished deep within her. She was still warm, though cooling fast in the chilly water, and he went to work quickly, not wanting to spoil his meal. He wanted the flesh first, supple and soft, so he sucked the meat off her fingers, blood clouding the water that was only lit with the glow of his scales and hair.
He was starting on her arm when he became aware of a presence in the viewing chamber, a face through the glass. He met the man's eyes through the bloody, glowing water, canting his head. There was no disgust in his eyes. No, there was hunger. And Eric smirked, nodding up toward the observation deck again, swimming upward and hauling his meal with him. He easily tossed her up onto the deck and climbed out after her, bending to sink his pointed teeth into the bone he'd cleared of flesh, sucking out the marrow as he watched the man approach. "Hungry?" He asked as he lifted his head, blood and water running down from his mouth.