After the altercation with Pearly

[onceaviking]

He feels heavy and sluggish.
He looked down as he sat down on the bed and lifting his face feels like more of a chore than it ought, but he manages, looking at Pam.

His cheekbone seems to have righted itself, but it is still fully visible.
His flesh is torn, red and charred. His skin is white as paper.

He blinks slowly a couple of times.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam, meanwhile, has locked the door and hovers between it and the Emcee, even though he doesn't show signs of bolting. He's actually quite willing to be here. Almost comfortable with it.

Thing is, he doesn't have that fangbanger undertone about him despite his willingness. That's maybe why Eric picked him.

She says nothing, however, and moves closer to the bed.

[onceaviking]

Eric pats the bedside lightly.

"Come sit here," he says. That way he doesn't have to move.

"I had a disagreement with someone who was, unfortunately, carrying silver. And I haven't fed properly the last few nights. I asked Pam to leave you a note."

His eyes flicker to her. Briefly.

[i_am_your_host]

He shrugs off his coat and lays it on the foot of the bed, then obediently sits down close to Eric. As he unbuttons his white tuxedo shirt, he also glances over at Pam, then back to him.

The exposed bone and torn and charred flesh on Eric's cheek almost makes his stomach turn. He can't look at it directly, but it's obvious he still wants to help. So he sheds his shirt, laying it aside, unbothered by Pam's presence.

"I had no idea a burn from silver could be this awful."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam meets the flicker of Eric's eyes and says nothing.

She looks over the Emcee. He's a soft little thing, as Eric had described him, almost feminine but for the sharper angles of his arms and shoulders. But he's warm, and smells rich, his heart and blood pumping fast.

She might be considering a taste, but she'll leave him to Eric first.

"The asshole burned me, too, but not half as bad. Eric just needs your blood and he'll be as good as new."

That might have been her way of reassuring the Emcee? Maybe?

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches over and takes Emcee's hand, turning it over, vulnerable inner wrist up.

"Normally, the reaction wouldn't be quite as - spectacular," he says. "But Pam is right. It is easily taken care of."

Running his thumb along the strong pulse of Emcee's wrist.
He pulls his lips back and lets his fangs come down.



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[i_am_your_host]

Eric's fingers are cold, very cold, possibly the coldest he's ever felt him.

He's never bitten him on his wrist before. Perhaps it's a less...personal way of being bitten. Emcee doesn't mind either way, but Eric might want to keep things a little more formal with Pam here.

But there's nothing restrained about his reaction to Eric's fangs coming down. He's still mesmerized by them even as they still inspire the thrill of fear. He tenses up in Eric's hold but doesn't pull away.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam smells his fear. It's like Jemma's fear, healthy as it should be, and the fight-or-flight tension keeps things interesting.

She likes that.

But really, what a strange little man he is. He's not her type, and she certainly never thought Eric would give him a second glance if not for his blood.

[onceaviking]

Eric lifts Emcee's wrist to his lips.
It's not visible. But Emcee will be able to tell that his fingers are trembling.

He bites, trying to be careful, and presses his lips to Emcee's skin. He's so warm.
There may be the tiniest whimper.

He tightens his grip, closing his eyes. Completely focused on the blood - and the pain as his own body reacts.

Bone to bone, flesh to flesh, skin to skin, as if glued. The women used to say that when they tied your wounds with crushed plants and cloth.

[i_am_your_host]

He has never felt Eric's fingers tremble like that before, but he assumes it's because he's not well. Or because he's very hungry. Or both.

Either way, the bite hurts, and he winces in pain when his fangs break his skin. But it's not a vicious bite, that much he can tell (and appreciate). And still he doesn't pull away, even as Eric tightens his grip.

He watches, breathing deep but fast, as Eric drinks, and with astonished fascination as his damaged flesh slowly begins to mend itself right before his eyes.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is also watching -- and listening. Listening to Emcee's heartbeat in case Eric drinks too deeply. And he'll have to drink as deep as possible to heal completely, but without damaging the man. It looks as if his blood is already working, though, and she steps closer to watch.

There may be relief in her eyes, even if nothing else shows in her expression.

She can still feel Eric's pain and discomfort, but it won't be long now until he is rid of it. That's all that matters to her.

[onceaviking]

Eric's free hand moves up to rest at the nape of Emcee's neck. His fingers burying themselves in his hair.

Just like he would with a woman.

It's soothing, stroking someone's hair.

His mouth moves as he suckles the wounds, his grip on Emcee still tight.

He trusts Pam to pay attention to his prey for all he can sense is the blood filling his mouth and the pain as the wound on his own face finally, finally, close, the skin stretching white and whole across his bones and flesh.

He moans loudly against Emcee's wrist.

[i_am_your_host]

Now two sensations stand out, Eric's fingers in his hair and his lips on his skin, stroking him almost in tandem.

His eyelids flutter and he leans slightly into his touch. It's as soothing for him as it is for Eric. And it gives him something to brace himself against as he begins to feel faint.

He fights it for a while, keeping himself alert by watching Eric's skin regrow over the exposed bone and flesh, becoming smooth and flawless, with no scars whatsoever. It's amazing.

But not amazing enough to keep his eyelids from drooping and his shoulders from slumping.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam watches intently, her eyes darting darting from Eric's face to Emcee's and back again.

She steps closer to Eric's side, watching his skin mend. And she can hear Emcee's heartbeat begin to slow down.

Almost...just a little more...just a little more...

"Eric."

Her voice is soft, but firm. And relieved.

[onceaviking]

For a moment it looks as if he hasn't heard her - and then he reluctantly lets go of Emcee's wrist, licking his lips.

His other hand moves from Emcee's neck to cup his cheek.
Gently.

His fingers have stopped shaking. His skin is no longer frigid.

"Emcee? "

[i_am_your_host]

He forces his eyelids open and blinks blearily at Eric.

The blood on his lips is stark red against the white of his skin.

"Oh, good," he breathes out in a dazed, lethargic murmur. "You are handsome again."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Okay.

She has to agree with that.

"I think he'll be just fine."

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at Emcee, taking in the way his eyes look. And his skin.

He bites down on the pad of his thumb and strokes it across the bite marks. Watching them close.

Then he reaches up and runs his thumb across Emcee's bottom lip.

[i_am_your_host]

He sucks Eric's blood off his bottom lip, letting his eyelids fall closed again. After a moment he can feel himself regaining some equilibrium, as his heartbeat picks up and his limbs lose their sluggishness.

With a soft groan he runs his fingers through his hair. He is still pale (he has always been pale) and feels somewhat drained, but he's fully conscious and in no danger of passing out.

"Thank you..."

He looks at Eric more clearly.

"You are all right now?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

And Pam eyes the Emcee.

He may be a soft little thing, but he's pretty resilient. Mentally, too.

She briefly leaves the room and enters the bathroom, where she fills a glass with cold water. Ambling back out, she gives it to him without a word or a change in her expression.

It might be her way of thanking the human.

[onceaviking]

Eric retracts his fangs and licks his lips before opening his mouth wide.
His skin stretches with no hint if pulling or tautness.

He nods.

"Yes. Everything seems to be as it should," he says, his eyes flicking down to see if the same can be said for Emcee's wrist.

It can.

[i_am_your_host]

He glances up at Pam, a little surprised, but he smiles wanly and takes the glass of water.

"Oh. Thank you, Fraulein."

He sips from it thirstily, washing down the taste of Eric's blood.

"Good," he then says, flexing his fingers, feeling nothing wrong with his wrist. "I hope whoever did that to you has been dealt with."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam makes no remark and looks to Eric. She leaves it to him to decide what to tell the human about this situation, as Eric knows him better than she does.

[onceaviking]

"It seems so. Security stepped in and stopped our little - discussion," Eric replies breezily.
"So he got to keep his jaw."

Emcee has seen a little if what he is capable of. He will know he is not exaggerating.

"He sounded Irish. And there is something wrong with the way his face moves. And with his eyes. I think it will be wise to keep your distance should you meet him."

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks at him, wide-eyed.

And he nods quickly.

"I would do my best to avoid him altogether."

The man doesn't seem like the type to take to his kind, in any case.

He then drains the glass of water in a few swallows and licks his lips.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam takes the empty glass, hovering near with a hand on her hip. She looks to Eric again with a subtly raised eyebrow as if to ask, Is there?

He seems to have the Emcee trained. Or at least he has his trust. And he's completely harmless. She's never come across anyone like him.

(Well, Ginger is completely harmless, but half her brain cells have been glamoured away, so she doesn't really compare.)