"No, they're his." He said, meaning his other self. "I was planning on burning them."
Eric didn't really care where the other vampire had been from. He would have his punishment. "Isn't there a way you can reach out and try to feel for it? The curse?"
He didn't really know if that was possible at all. But it felt to him like it should be. Like how if he gave somebody his blood, he could feel them. Would it not be the same thing, her leaving a bit of magic with somebody?
"You want to bind me to your cabin?" Eric glanced at a wall as he took the soap and slid off the edge of the tub. He got the soap wet and began to wash away the dirt and the blood on her, gently as he could manage it. She seemed sore. When his fingers brushed lightly over the wound the other vampire's fangs had left, he took the time to scrub them open again and pricked his thumb with his tooth and used his blood to heal them completely.