A promise fulfilled

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door - and locks it behind them once they are inside.

The room looks much as it did the last time, Emcee was there. A framed picture of a moonlit ruin has been added to one of the walls and there is a stack of file folders on the desk as well as a couple of books.

The bed is made and the decanter on the small table seems to have been refilled.

Eric walks inside, the way you do when you own a place, leaving his flip flops by the door, and unzipping his track suit top.

He turns to look at Emcee, his gaze heavy and measuring.

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[onceaviking]

"Yes. I don't why. But I learned, in Germany actually, that they had a vampire master. I want to find that vampire."

His voice is cold. But not passionless. Quite the contrary.

[i_am_your_host]

So that's why he asked about the symbol.

"I wish I could help you, darling, but unfortunately our worlds do not overlap in that way."

Eric's tone is grim and chilling, and also very telling of what he's capable of without saying much.

And then he recalls something Eric had mentioned.

"You said that you were in Germany a decade or so after my time, did you not? Was that when you found out about this...master?"

[onceaviking]

"It was. "

He looks grim.

"We managed to track down a branded wolf. She'd just lured an American soldier away and killed him when we caught her. "

There is a slight hesitation.
"We might have been able to trick her into telling us more. We were in uniform and she obviously bought that we were on the same side but -"

Another pause.
"I - lost my composure a little."

Godric had been displeased. Even before he'd let her drink his blood.

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks, a little wide-eyed at his story.

"You killed her?"

[onceaviking]

"Well, no. I let her feed in my blood and she attacked me. And Godric killed her."

He looks away.

"They can get very strong when they feed on our blood."

He's - actually ashamed of how that particular encounter had panned out. Mainly because he can still feel the weight of Godric's displeasure. His disappointment.

[i_am_your_host]

He's silent again for a moment, wondering how anything could overpower Eric. A werewolf on vampire blood must be a terrible thing.

When he glances at Eric's face, he can almost feel the pang of shame. Losing his composure, especially in font of Godric, when they were so close to getting more information that Eric needed. He won't dwell on it.

"At least you found out about the vampire master. If the branded werewolves are still around, then he must be, too."

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric says. "And this time I will find him."

Emcee has seen what he is like when he is restrained.
There will be no restraint this time.

[i_am_your_host]

He gets a bit of a chill again, and he nods.

"You said you were in uniform," he then murmurs, with cautious curiosity. "...Which uniform?"

[onceaviking]

"Schutzstaffel. Officers, lieutenants I believe. High ranking enough, that nobody tried to stop us."

He stretches.

"Though it took quite a few tries to find a uniform that I could actually fit."

[i_am_your_host]

His stomach turns a little at the thought of Eric in an SS uniform, but he swallows it back and manages a stiff chuckle at his remark.

"I'm assuming you had to kill a few officers in the process," he murmurs darkly. Just for the sake of saying it.

[onceaviking]

"I did," Eric says. Calm once again.
"But make no mistake, Emcee, I do not care about human politics."

There's a pause.

"I like fighting. Battle. What they did - will do - isn't."

[i_am_your_host]

He shakes his head a little.

"No, I understand, and I never assumed that you did," he says, his voice still low. He had never thought of Eric as one to take up a side in any human affairs; whatever interests Eric has in them are his own. He himself is practical enough to know this.

"Say no more of it, darling. The thought of a couple of dead Nazis by your hand for whatever reason is good enough for me."

[onceaviking]

Eric stretches again, enjoying the sensation of his muscles moving beneath his skin.

His body is cooling down already, but it still holds enough warm for him to enjoy running his hands down his own belly. Feeling the skin.

"And you haven't had any problems?"
Asking for the sake of conversation, of course.
It's not that he cares.

[i_am_your_host]

He watches Eric's hands from under hooded eyelids.

"No," he says simply, knowing that it's none of his concern.

"Why? If I did, could I call on you again?"

His tone is wry, even skeptical.

[onceaviking]

"Of course not," Eric says, closing his eyes.
Still stroking his own belly. Lightly.

"But I enjoyed myself. Chances are I could do with another round again, should the need arise on your end."

He opens one eye a little.
"So you may ask."

He closes it again and then adds, "Had you drunk my blood at home, I would have known it when they struck you."
It's just information.

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts a faint chuckle. The self-centered unintentional heroism is oddly alluring.

Eric's last comment gives him pause, however, and he frowns a little.

"How do you mean?"

[onceaviking]

"In my world, it works like this," Eric says, slowly.

"If a person ingests vampire blood, they will be drawn to that vampire. I told you that, when Harmann was spinning his little delusions about thralldom. Anyway, the vampire will be able to feel the emotions of the human and their general location in turn. So - my little cocktail waitress, the one who drank my blood unwittingly, has likely begun to dream of me. And when she is happy and when she is angry and when she is fucking her vampire boyfriend - I know."

[i_am_your_host]

"I didn't realize the effects were so...thorough," he muses, eyebrows raised.

[onceaviking]

"It's not something I am in the habit of establishing," he says.

It's too thorough for that.

[i_am_your_host]

He tics his head in a nod. "That's understandable. Discretion is a good thing. I would hate to have the emotions of someone who turned out to be utterly annoying in my head."

[onceaviking]

"Exactly. Though I am thinking you might not object to the dreams."

He makes it sound dirty. Dreams.

[i_am_your_host]

Chin resting in the palm of his hand, he casts Eric a sly look.

"Knowing that I was in someone else's wet dreams? Mm, that would be absolutely lovely. As for being on the other end and having them? Well, I've already told you, darling, I don't necessarily need your blood for that sort of thing."

He idly sweeps a fingertip over his hip bone.

[onceaviking]

"Really now??" Eric purrs, all ears.

[i_am_your_host]

"Don't be so surprised, darling," he says with a widening grin.

"I have an overactive imagination and am constantly surrounded by sex, so it's only natural that I would have dreams about you. You have a very...pervasive presence." His eyes flick up and down Eric's body, teeth catching at the corner of his lip.

[onceaviking]

"I suppose I do," Eric replies, stretching languidly, all the way down to his toes.
"I suppose I do."