WHO: Eric & Nora WHAT: Brother and sister meeting up for a chat...and whatever else. WHERE: Eric's house WHEN: Backdated after Nora's arrival RATING: tbd STATUS: in progress
Eric was completely calm in suburban hell, something that wasn't much surprising, though he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something fucking horrible to happen. It just...seemed wrong to go from a world on the brink of a vampire-human war, to...white picket fences, and housewives, and husbands happily working nine to five. This wasn't the world Eric had come from and he certainly didn't want to stay here. He was a goddamn vampire and not one that was going to pretend to be human and fit in. Fuck no. He was going to do as he pleased, bite on a few lovely women, and hopefully get out of this mess eventually, dragging Nora and Sookie with him.
He didn't expect much from Sookie at the moment though. She had her own issues and Eric wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He needed to focus on finding out what was happening here and how to get out, something he planned to do with his sister's help. She had always been good at snooping around and he hoped it would be no different here.
He sat out on his porch in darkwash jeans and a black t-shirt, waiting for Nora on the little bench that was much too quaint, but completed the country cottage look. It disgusted him. He planned to get a new house as soon as possible, hopefully one that was more his style, but Eric doubted there would be much in this shithole. Things might have been going to hell back in Louisiana, but at least he wouldn't have been sitting on his ass and twiddling his thumbs there.