Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-06-24 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, eric northman, fight club |
Catch me if you can - Fight club challenge (Dean)
He was just in the mood for a light snack. Something quick. What the humans liked to call 'fast food'. He didn't want to have to hunt down Fred for it, it would take too long. It also hadn't been a very long time since he'd fed on her last, and wanted a little more time to go by before they saw each other again. Let those dreams get in there good and deep. He also didn't want to ask Baba. She was not the sort you went to for a quick meal. Baba was to be enjoyed. Savored. And on top of that, they had experiments to run, didn't they? He couldn't just ask her for something as powerful as her blood and then tell her that he had to run.
The sun had only just gone down. He'd been up for almost two full hours before sunset. He could tell that the blood he'd already taken from the ancient hag was wearing off. But not as quickly as he'd thought it would. Soon, though, he would be waking just before sunset as he had previous to ever knowing her. He still hadn't dared to go outside until the sun was dark, however. He wasn't foolish enough to try that this late in the game and without the help that Baba Yaga had promised him. Instead, he'd been irritated for those entire two hours by the new day girl. She talked his ear off. With the most inane crap he'd ever heard in his life. He didn't know if she'd been trying to impress him or flirt with him or if she'd been highly nervous. It didn't matter. By the end of the two hours, he'd really felt like killing her. If hiring a day girl wasn't so tedious, he might have.
He'd left as soon as he could, not saying a word.
Not knowing where he was going, he'd just started to walk. As he walked, he realized that he was a little bit hungry. Thus, the snack. It really hadn't taken him long to find somebody suitable for his needs. A lovely young lad walking by himself. Eric had taken him down quickly, sweeping him into an alley quickly, and before the boy ever knew what was going on. The kid was right around the age of 13, Eric thought. Young. Tasty.
His fangs slid easily into the flesh and Eric got ready to have his mini meal.