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eric northman is a taxpaying vampire american. (sucksatyahtzee) wrote in the_nowhere, @ 2013-05-21 20:15:00

WHO: Eric & Sookie
WHAT: Sniffing out a fairy.
WHERE: Around town
WHEN: After Eric turns up at night
RATING: low-ish for sailor mouths
STATUS: in progress

The smell of the sea was the first thing to hit him when he awoke, his blue eyes snapping open to be met with unfamiliar territory. He'd been asleep in his coffin after a very long night and now he was staring up at the dark ceiling above him, feeling like he was no longer at his home in Louisiana as he fisted the sheets of the strange bed between his fingers. He felt like fucking Dorothy Gale, sans that annoying, yappy dog of hers, the pigtails, and blue gingham. And he was pissed off on top of all that.

No one could have pulled the wool over his eyes for something like this. Eric knew everything that happened around him, big or small, and this...this was pretty fucking big.

He got to his feet rather gracefully, and adjusted his leather jacket while his keen eyes searched the room he was in, ears open for any sound of movement in the house. It seemed pretty empty so he relaxed just a tad, taking in the fact that his things were in the room. This had gotten especially fucked up now.

He took his time leaving the room and even shutting the door behind himself so he could explore the house. There wasn't much there that seemed too strange, though he even found his coffin down in the basement which was oddly comforting. But he needed some answers, and to figure out where the hell he was. He'd traveled all over the world in his very long life, so it shouldn't have been too hard to discover the locale.

As he was stepping out into the street, he was suddenly hit with a very familiar scent and he wasn't able to stop his fangs from flicking down into place, a hunger suddenly taking over him. He could use a meal, and if Sookie was here...maybe he would be able to bite on here, but this time, without any company.

He followed the trail like the predator he was and ended up behind the smaller, blonde haired form, his lips curling into a smile. "Hello, Sookie," he told her, knowing he'd sneaked up without so much of a sound. "Fancy meeting you here."