Reality Crisis

The house Lara lived in was a rather nice one close to Belia's. Of course his dear sister would have to make sure she was set up in style but since he was currently trying to duck meeting Belia Thomas was being very cautious about being this close to where she lived.

It been a shock to find out his sister was here as well when Harry told him. Thomas was beginning to wonder if there would ever be a time in his life where he didn't feel pulled between loyalties and siblings. And this time Justine wasn't here with him. That cut deeply and he'd have to hide how bad it was to make sure Lara didn't take advantage of it.

It was better to take the initiative and see her now instead of waiting for her to inevitably run across him at some point. Sort of like just manning up and taking the nasty tasting medicine quickly instead of sitting around dreading it for hours.

That meant after a quick smoothing of his hair with his fingers Thomas presented himself to the door of his sister's house.

Eric generally left his progeny to do as they pleased, though in this world he took to checking up on them here and there, just in case. They were all facing things that they'd never encountered, and he was very protective of those that he had made into vampires. When he was sure both Pam and John were alright and keeping themselves busy, he wandered outside of the city.

Most of his attention as of late had been within the walls, and he wanted to see what was happening on the other side. He'd not been to dF since he'd saved the female, and there were things that he still had on his mind to do. Meet the Belia woman, for one. Find a way to attract more of the die Festung citizens to his own city, for another. He had to see what they had and what they didn't. What they were wanting for. On ego alone, Eric thought that New Troy was superior, but he needed it to be that way in reality in order to tempt new faces.

While his previous fly-over had told him that structurally and organizationally New Troy was the better of the two, it told him nothing of the community, nor the food and medicine stores. He'd gotten a big stockpile after the business with the City, there was no reason that dF had not seen a similar gift. If they'd gotten anything better than he had, he was going to be annoyed.

He, again, made his approach from above, scanning the streets for anybody who looked interesting.

After his talk with Peter Jack hadn't been feeling very sociable. That hadn't stopped him from going out to a bar after the alcohol that Peter brought was gone. The young immortal had thrown out one of the few words that could skewer Jack straight through all of his painful places: Ianto. See, when he and Peter first met, Jack had gotten very drunk, and apparently had uttered Ianto's name when Peter poured him into bed. Having him thrown back in his face today had put Jack back more than a few emotional steps. The only way it could have been worse was if Steven's name had come up.

Jack went to his favorite local haunt where the bartender was sympathetic to Jack wanting liquor and to be left alone, and would ensure that Jack got both in abundance. He spent the next few hours there trying to forget, drink himself numb, but eventually the bar closed and even Captain Jack Harkness, one of the Chosen, was politely shooed to be on his way. He couldn't get angry about it no matter how much he wanted to so instead clumsily patted the barkeep on the shoulder, assured the man he could get home on his own then stumbled out into the street.

Of course, Dresden had told her where to go in order to acquire some housing. Lara went in that direction. But she found something far more acceptable standing outside the building the supposed "leader" was in. An attractive male. He seemed to be a guard of some sort, and that was fine by Lara.

Within ten minutes, she had him eating out of her hand. Literally. And the little nips she fed off him were glorious.

That had been some time ago. Now, Lara was sprawled on his bed, taking nibbles from his ear to sate the last of her Hunger, and he was enjoying every moment, groaning and moaning with lust every time she shifted against his skin.

Molly. Everything that started to turn Molly into what she was today started with him, her teacher. That wasn’t sitting well with Harry. He’d apparently dragged them all to Chichén-Itzá to retrieve his uh…his..daughter the thought of that he would deal with later…from the Red Court vampires all of whom he apparently killed in the process. Those deaths had affected his apprentice. Molly was highly sensitive to magic and emotions. Being at ground zero for genocide broke her. It was all his fault. As usual.

Harry was going to have to square with that, and with Molly. Soon. He knew that. He just wasn’t sure how he was going to do that. Show him a seventy foot oogey boogey from the under belly of hell spitting luke warm acid phlegm and Harry would have a plan in under three seconds that would send the beasty back to hell with as minimal property damage as possible. Ask him to deal with the touchy feely emotional interpersonal crap and he was floundering. He also knew he had a tendency to avoid dealing with it. He knew that too. This was why he took long walks.
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Waking up was pleasant. She was warm and sated, with two forms curled up beside her. There was no reason to wake the kine just yet - Lara normally woke early to start her day, and the poor dears had just had such an exhilarating night. She caressed the cheek of one with her fingertips, drawing lightly. A deep moan of pleasure escaped the buck, and he relaxed even in sleep, leaning into the touch. She turned, rolling over the woman, kissing the doe's forehead as she did. The doe responded similarly, then raised her chin. Lara obliged, giving her a deep, throat-swabbing kiss, running a hand down the woman's side. The doe writhed in passion under her hand, and Lara exerted her will, pushing her back to sleep. The doe subsided, then curled up in the bed and drifted off.

Last night's feast had satisfied her well. This taste was enough of a breakfast for the moment. Lara left the bed and pulled on a silk robe, knowing that the kine would be snuggled up together in a few moments. She departed the room and went to her parlor. Now that one hunger was contented, ( she could appease another. )