[Location: The Nest] (Locked to Eric and Jessica, and Dawn later)

[faderbroderson]

When Godric walked through the front door, he looked like hell. What was left of his costume was ripped and dirty, his ridiculous Peter Pan hat was gone (thankfully), and there was blood and debris littering his clothes. The expression on his face was thin-lipped and tight, and he closed the door behind him with a bit more force than was necessary.

[ooc: This is backdated to Halloween night, after Godric's fight with The Hulk. This thread will hopefully eventually transition into Dawn's "kidnapping". :3]

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[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Eric had gotten home a bit earlier. All in all, it had been a good night for him - a little nip'n'play with Cassie, dancing with a few lovely ladies, Sookie being delicious, and Buffy's ridiculous glitch. He had seen his maker enjoy himself, and was mildly concerned when he felt his maker's heightened emotions. But he had seen Godric walking off with the green-skinned girl, and attributed it to Godric having a good time.

The moment Eric actually saw Godric, he kicked himself for not paying enough attention to the bond. He immediately got up, fists clenching and face darkening. "What happened?" he growled, fangs quickly extending with a soft snap.

[faderbroderson]

Godric let out a small, feral noise in response. His own fangs had never fully retracted from the fight. He would answer Eric's question, in detail, but first there was something that had been bothering him the entire walk home that needed to be taken care of.

"There's something in my back." It was a shard of something -- metal or glass -- that Godric hadn't been able to reach. It was in one of those inconvenient spots that was impossible to reach even when one was flexible. His skin had healed around it and his body wasn't pushing it out fast enough for his tastes. It was highly annoying. "Pull it out."

Once Godric was some level of comfortable again, he could calm down and explain the night's events.

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Eric immediately moved behind Godric, hissing softly upon seeing the wound. It wasn't small by any sense, and certainly in deep despite his regenerative powers. He grasped it carefully with one hand, planting his other on a shoulder blade. A firm tug and it popped out with wet sound. Eric quickly moved back into the kitchen and threw it out before hatching a glass of blood.

He brought it back as soon as it had popped out. It took a considerable effort not to shatter the glass in his hand, he was so angry.

[faderbroderson]

Godric grit his teeth briefly as the shard pulled free, some of the tension easing from his muscles immediately after, as the wound began to quickly heal. He was thankful when Eric handed him the glass of blood, and he downed it, barely tasting it, before speaking.

"Gaila and I were making our way back here when we ran into..." This sounded so absurd, "...a very large, green man. A monster. I don't know how else to describe him. I have no idea what he was."

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

"Do you need another?" he asked quietly, taking the glass after Godric finished it.

Eric blinked several times, trying to process this. It was rare enough that either vampire saw something they couldn't easily identify, and rarer still something capable of harming them to this degree. He didn't waste time in disbelief over his maker's claim.

"And this 'monster' managed to do all this?" He paused, considering the gravity of something that powerful in Taxon. But "Though I assume you handled it. ...Right?"

[faderbroderson]

"No, thank you," he replied with equal quiet.

Godric's frown deepened. He was seriously displeased. "No. It was in some kind of rage. The more I fought, the angrier it became. I was stronger and faster, but he was formidable, and it wasn't worth it. I retreated as soon as Gaila had gained enough distance I was sure she wouldn't be tracked."

Speaking of, he would need to contact Gaila and assure her he was alright. It was only a pity that Godric was no longer in any mood for play, and he doubted Gaila was either.

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Though still concerned, he didn't press the matter, letting it go with a shrug. Godric had already had the one glass of blood, which should have been enough to help speed up the healing process.

Eric was speechless at that. There were very few things that were a constant in the world, especially over the course of a thousand years. Godric being one of, if not the most powerful being in existence. The fact that something could stand against him, to the point of fighting him to a standstill, was staggering.

[faderbroderson]

As predicted, Godric had healed up nicely by now, the one glass of blood enough to replenish him. He still looked a mess, but that would be solved by a shower and a change of clothes. But one thing at a time.

He pulled out his tablet and contacted Gaila. She was thankfully fine, though very worried, and Godric had to reassure her more than once that he was unharmed before he could disconnect. They had a raincheck for later. That done, Godric put the tablet away and resumed his conversation with Eric.

"It was like biting into a rock," he reflected. "If you encounter it, don't fight it alone. If we need to, we can take it down together." Probably. Godric sounded surer than he actually was, but they certainly had a better chance of it. Godric thought, if he had had no choice, he would have been able to defeat the creature, but he would have paid very dearly for it.

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Eric was still attempting to process this entire situation. He brought the glass back to the kitchen, depositing it into the sink and coming back before Godric finished his business with Gaila.

"Seeing you now, that much goes without saying." Any other time, that might have been snark and sarcasm, but now it's merely the facts. "Do you think it's a permanent fixture, or something merely brought in for the holiday?"

[faderbroderson]

Godric looked -- and felt -- weary. He wanted to sit and relax, but the couch was white and he was an irremovable stain waiting to happen. He stripped off the tatters that used to be his tunic, making his way downstairs to a hot shower and dresser full of fresh clothes as he answered. He figured Eric would follow him to the bedroom, and they could continue talking as Godric cleaned up. The din of the shower was hardly enough to keep them from hearing one another.

"I don't know. If it's permanent, I can only hope it's usually more reasonable." Unlikely. "With luck, it was a Halloween glitch."

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Of course he would. He was barely a step behind, seating himself in one of the chairs in Godric's room. He had been careless by not seeing to his maker immediately and writing off the bond, and while thankful Godric was healing as he was, Eric was berating himself for that carelessness. Such an attitude had allowed things to build up until they'd come to a head in Dallas, where one might have thought he'd learned his lesson. He'd been lucky enough for a second chance here, and a damn fine mess he was making of it already.

"From what I'd seen so far, I thought these glitches were a bit more benign than that."

[faderbroderson]

Godric adjusted the water temperature as he took off what was left of his costume. It was a total loss, so it was good that Godric hadn't been fond of it. He could feel Eric kicking himself through the bond and knew that at some point, they would have to sit down and talk about everything that had happened and what it meant. Eric couldn't heap all responsibility for Godric's wellbeing onto his own shoulders, and Godric... Well, Godric needed to sort through a great many things. But now was not the time.

"Oh? What did you see?" He stepped under the spray and ran his hands through his short hair, little bits of glass tinkling to the shower floor.

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

That talk is going to be filled with Eric being a stubborn, hovering ass. But right, right. Not the time.

"People seemed to be acting rather in character depending on their costumes," he chose his words carefully, before smirking quietly. "Sookie came dressed as a fairy." He took a moment to remember just how wonderfully she'd smelled. Perhaps he'd been acting like a cat next to a fantastically packaged bag of catnip, but he didn't really care. Definitely worth it.

The smirk turned rather nasty then. "The Slayer came dressed in a period piece. Eighteenth century, if I remember correctly."

[location: the nest] [later that night] don't know who you are but before this night is through...

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

So, here's the thing. Eric Northman is kind of a huge deal. Dawn had only been in Fangtasia a couple times before she got hired as a waitress there-- being new to Louisiana is a serious downer, what with trying to find a job and an apartment and like, not go insane from the serious sticky nature of the stupid heat-- but she's pretty sure the whole fangbanger thing is less about vamps in general and more about the ones like him. And okay, making her dad flip his shit back in Podunk Suburb of LA, The Golden State.

And she's not sure where she is, other than not Louisiana, but she totally breezed through that tech class she took for fun, and the weird cell phone thing in her bag very clearly gave his location. Without any competition, tonight is pretty much looking awesome.

She takes a moment to pull down her shirt as much as she can-- yeah, okay, she's not exactly blessed in the chest area, but work with what you got-- and hike up her skirt, then rings the bell.

[location: nest]

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Eric quickly takes the opportunity to get away from Jessica and her general annoying self and goes to answer the door. Some people might be surprised to have a doorbell go off at whatever o'clock at the night/morning, but this are vampires. Whatever o'clock is during regular business hours.

When he opens the door, he arches an eyebrow, taking in Dawn's outfit. She had been rather clingy at the party, but Eric had been somewhat successful at keeping her off. But now. Here she was.

"Hello, Dawn," he says neutrally. It's an obvious glitch, but there is the bonus of pissing of the Slayer. Which is always a plus.

[location: nest]

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Suppressing the urge to say something typically dorky-- seriously, she has to bite back a 'you know my name?' like, he's not a Backstreet Boy, Summers, chill-- Dawn just smiles in a way she hopes straddles the line between alluring and downright slutty.

"Mr. Northman." She leans one hip against the wall lightly, arching her back in a way she knows for a fact emphasizes the whole jailbait-on-a-stick thing. "I'd say Trick or Treat, but that just seems cheesy."

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

Eric resists the urge to sigh. Because while fangbangers, though delicious and handy alternatives to crappy synthetic blood, could be and often were dreadfully annoying. Like throwing themselves at a vampire.

"Depends on what you aim to be," he replies, crossing his arms and doing a little leaning of his own. He may or may not be giving her that patented Eric sexy-smirk. "So what are you. A trick, or a treat?"

Yes, he is playing along with this whole thing. Looks like 'pissing off Buffy' outweighs any other option.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Somewhere inside her glitched self, the real Dawn is shrieking in horror. This Dawn, however, just tosses her hair over one shoulder carelessly and smiles. So, she totally hasn't been fed on yet-- she has standards, and that one vamp looked like her totally lame math teacher from eighth grade, and anyway she was working-- but maybe tonight is the first time.

Cocking one eyebrow, she slowly looks Eric up and down, swallowing back the nerves her brings out in her in favor of imitating her roommate. "Oh, definitely a treat." She tilts her head a little more, hair shifting to show a completely unmarked, pale neck. Guys like the whole virgin thing, and Marie said vamps were the same about sinking fang in. That book under her mattress said the same thing, only in... more explicit terms.

...Oh God, this is going to end badly.

[faderbroderson]

Godric had continued with his conversation with Jessica when the doorbell rang, Eric rising to answer. However, his attention quickly shifted when he became aware of the nature of the conversation taking place at the door. He raised a hand for Jessica to pause.

"Eric, who is it?" He would have assumed it was only a very close friend of Eric's, but the way they addressed each other was off, and so were the feelings echoing through the bond.

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

"Dawn," he calls over his shoulder to Godric, but he doesn't take his eyes off the girl in the doorway. Eric isn't sure what she'd do if he did - well, he does, and that's the problem, isn't it.

...Though staying in the door all night is also a problem.

And knowing this can't possibly end well for Dawn (and quite possibly chuckling at that fact), Eric moves to make room for her. "Please. Come in."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

...Okay, the additional vampire is kind of loop-throwing, and really a fangbang for her first time is like ten times more skanky than she's really comfortable with, but. A) this is Dawn's best chance, and b) she has no idea where she is. Eric isn't so much comforting in the traditional footie pajamas and teddy bears sense-- exciting, yes. Comforting? Oh, very much no-- but he is familiar, and she'll take that over any other option.

"Thanks." A million smart remarks cross her mind about positions being reversed, but then the 'positions' part makes her go a little red and she settles on just smiling and making sure her neck stays exposed.

[faderbroderson]

The Slayer's sister? Godric had never met Dawn personally, but of course Eric had mentioned her. From his description, she seemed to be possessed of more brains than her sibling, so Godric had no doubt that a glitch was at work if she'd come here on her own to proposition Eric.

Still, Godric hadn't had a very good night. Despite his nice shower and a few good laughs, he was still in something of a mood. The kind of mood that could be stirred up into mischief if given the right motivation. Having their enemy's sister in their grasp was some very interesting motivation, at that.

[ooc: I'm pretty sure Godric and Dawn haven't met yet, right? Or am I not remembering something? Someone please correct me if I'm wrong so I can edit.]

[suckmychest.livejournal.com]

"Never a problem." Eric herds Dawn into the living room, looking at Godric over her head and shrugging. Though there is the beginning of a nasty little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Godric, Dawn. Dawn, Godric." Introductions now out of the way, Eric moves to sit down next to his maker. "Now. What can we do to help you?" Because Eric just lives to help.

[Nah, you're good, Zee bb. /doesn't stalk the tags, what]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"...Hi?" Really, Godric is kind of cute, in that 'loner boy in art class' way, and Dawn gives him a smile, more genuine and less practiced than the ones she's been trying on Eric. "Nice to meet you." Because, okay, she's here to try and get bitten, but that doesn't mean she has to totally and completely act like a huge socially maladjusted ho.

...Unless Eric makes her, and if he wasn't the focus of basically ninety percent of her vampire fueled daydreams, Dawn is pretty sure she might actually dislike him. Like, a lot. "I, um." Will not blush, will not blush, seriously will not blush. "Was just trying to figure out where I was? And you're the only person I really recognize, and the... cell phone thing said you were here, and--" Oh God, it's senior year all over again, and she straightens up, cutting off the flow of babble. She's an adult now, living on her own and she refuses to word vomit all over and ruin this. "It seemed like the place to go."

[ ooc: I MUST NAP but back soon, also I kind of adore this AU Dawn worldbuilding stuff far too much. ]

[faderbroderson]

"Dawn, it's a pleasure," he replied cordially. The gears in his head were turning maliciously, though thankfully, none of that maliciousness was directed toward Dawn. It existed purely for her sister. Which may or may not have been comforting, if Dawn had known about it. Nothing on Godric's face betrayed what he was thinking, however. He looked rather like a pleasant young man who just happened to be a vampire. Any who truly knew him would have immediately known it for the trap it was.