Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-02-07 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric northman, winifred burkle |
Seek and ye shall find (Fred)
Eric had waited a few nights before venturing out of his club with the purpose of finding the dark haired woman who had attended the opening. He thought that attempting to find her immediately might have seemed a little awkward. After all, he'd only seen her the once. And so briefly. He hadn't even talked to her. Yet she intrigued him so very much.
It was unfortunate that he wasn't a were. Or at least had a were on a leash to help him with his tracking. It would have been so much easier to have a dog around, able to pick up her scent trail and lead Eric directly toward the mystery woman. As it was, he had to randomly go places and wait a moment to see if he could pick up that peculiar smell she'd been giving off. That more-than-human smell. Not a vampire, definitely not. Eric very badly wanted to know what she was.
The world he encountered was very unlike the one he was used to. The streets moved, and not even his speed could outrun it. The buildings shifted, and though he could watch them doing so, he couldn't predict what they would become. He had no idea if he'd been in a place before until the picture was fully formed. Even then, sometimes things he'd seen on one street were on a different one entirely. It didn't confuse him so much as anger him. Things should be still. Inanimate things, anyway. He might have been more curious about it if he weren't currently looking for somebody. The moving streets and buildings made it infinitely more difficult to achieve.
There were other things, too. Things he couldn't quite place. But he'd have to sort them out another time. He tucked them away in his memory for when he found somebody that could answer his questions and would be more willing to do so than George-but-Milly. Or at least, more willing to be less snarky about it. He wanted clear answers. Not ones he had to force.
Eric stopped in front of the entrance to a park. He was fairly sure he'd seen the other side of this place not too long ago. It gave him the feeling that either he was being fucked with, or the city wasn't all that big as he'd thought. If it were the latter, it meant the movements of streets and buildings was more constant. If it were the former, well, he just wasn't going to be very happy about it.