onceaviking: (Fanged profile)
He woke up alone.

The house was empty and quiet. He turned on the TV as he got changed, but paid little attention.

First things first. He'd go check in on Lafayette, discreetly, and then he'd set about planning his trip to Jackson. He couldn't quite decide how to go about it, but he likely wouldn't be able to sneak in. Which meant having to deal with Mississippi. Mississippi in this case being the King, Russel Edgington, who was both old fashioned and a lunatic. Or so rumors had it. But if he intended to kill weres - and he did - figuring out whether the local regent would be a problem would be the place to start.

He also wanted to check in on Sookie. She'd felt - sad. And then not sad at all, which had better not be because of the dog minding her. Alcide Herveaux might have to be brought to heel, if he did not understand even relatively simple instructions.

He left the house, and moved up and into the night.

Following Lafayette was easy.
Even if his destination was puzzling.
If you were unfortunate enough to live in the shit hole called Bon Temps (oh, the irony), why in the hell would you chose to drive to Hot Springs, an even smaller, dirtier, and more depressing shit hole? Infested with were panthers too, but humans wouldn't know that.

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As he moves through the air, he does his best to let go of his anger. At least till he I'll be able to do something about it.
He needs to regain his cool.

He shouldn't have snapped at Pam. On the other hand, sometimes she forgets her place. It's his own fault, he indulges her far too often. Then again -

- and then his thoughts are interrupted as he spots Lafayette.
And the inbreed herd of men in overalls surrounding him.
onceaviking: (up)
The night air is heavy with the perfume of flowers. And incense.

Lafayette's house lies in the dark like an exotic lantern, lit from within in red and gold and purple. The darkness cradles the house like the arms of a lover, luring it deeper and deeper into night.

Everything's still and dark. Waiting.
Then there are footsteps in the gravel.
Then there's a knock on the door. A quick rap-rap sound.
Then there is silence.
onceaviking: (Sad)
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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