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

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."

"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?"

"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.

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.

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.

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?"

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."

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."

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.

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."

Godric actually paused in the shower, the full implications of everything Eric had just said bringing him to a momentary standstill.

"Are you saying she physically turned into a fairy?!" Part of him was sorry he'd missed it, part of him was wondering how Eric had resisted -- or if he had resisted at all. After long enough in the presence of that scent, even Godric would have been hard-pressed to keep from leaning in for a bite.

The bit about the Slayer was almost as enticing. A dark smile turned at the corners of his mouth as he finally moved again and reached for the shampoo. "A lady of fine breeding?" His voice lilted with cruel amusement.

"Yes," he sighed happily. "The sparkling and floating weren't exactly usual for fairies, but there was no mistaking that scent." It had taken quite a bit of self-control to forgo a taste, and Sookie had left shortly after figuring out how to stop floating.

Eric chuckled in reply. "The finest. And thus rather taken aback by the general variety at the party. Luckily she was in the company of a gentlemanly escort so as to lessen the scandal."

"How strange." But Godric could relate to Eric's happy sigh. "You didn't frighten her, I hope?" He knew Eric wouldn't do so intentionally, but vampires had a tendency to become visibly predatory in the presence of a fairy.

"Am I to take it that gentlemanly escort was you?" A wide grin broke out across his face as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and added conditioner.

"She took it in stride." Which was neither a yes or a no, but that's entirely beside the point.

"I couldn't in good conscience leave her with such uncouth company." Eric's tone aimed for chivalrous, but fell just a bit short. Oh, well. The general area of smug bastardy will have to do.

It was good enough for Godric. Eric wouldn't be so casual about it if anything had really gone awry.

There were times when Eric's smug bastardy was nothing short of a pure delight to Godric. Especially when it was tinged with such delicious irony. This was one of those times. He laughed, some of the good cheer he'd found at the party bleeding back into the present. It eased some of the tension, some of the fury and frustration that still simmered beneath the surface of his skin.

"She seemed positively traumatized at the amount of bare ankles." Eric relaxed considerably as Godric laughed. He wanted to continue lessening that tension, and continued on.

"And yourself? From what I saw, you seemed to be having a good time at the party."

Ah, the eighteenth century. It was a shame Taxon had no monetary system, because Godric would have paid good money to have seen that show.

"I enjoyed the dancing." That should come as no shock; Godric had always enjoyed dancing with pretty women. In old society functions, they always used to think he was some sweet young thing, a younger brother or a son to someone else at the party, and they had tended to be freer with him and more flirtatious than they were with the 'older' men. As he recalled, Eric had always gotten something of a kick out of it, even as he'd charmed his own way through the crowd.

"The little telepath took my suggestion and dressed as a ballerina. It suited her." The conditioner rinsed from his hair, he soaped up quickly. The water was now running clear where before it had been pink with his blood.

Then Eric will make a note to capture the next time the Slayer does something stupid for future enjoyment.

"No doubt there was a long line of partners." Godric had always been popular enough at this sort of things, so it wasn't any surprise. He kept his tone innocent enough though his expression didn't quite match. "I know Cassie was asking after you."

Eric chuckled at the mention of River. "Told her it was rather appropriate. Though she didn't seem too pleased to see me."

As long as it's stupid ha-ha and not 'has a death wish stupid'.

"Long enough," he replied coyly. "I danced with Cassie." And she had been a decent dancer, despite her insistence she was not. If Godric read anything into Eric's tone, he didn't let on.

"You do seem to have a knack for getting under the skin of telepaths, don't you?" He sounded simultaneously amused and playfully chiding. Both Sookie and River seemed to have the same general attitude when it came to Eric, and of course it was because Eric baited them, in one way or another.

He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, feeling immensely better as he reached for a towel.

The night had been everything that Jessica had thought it would and so much more. She'd danced and talked to people and made friends. She was still almost dancing when she came through the door.

"Eric? Godric?" She called out their names, skipping down the stairs. "That was amazing. The whole night was amazing. Do you know there are parties like that people go to all the time? Alright, maybe not here, but there are." She kept talking as she wandered through the rooms looking for them. "I want to have a party. Just for me. I've never had a party for me. With costumes, and a band and-"

She just kept going.

"Our little breather certainly kept herself busy." He didn't elaborate on how he'd passed the time with her, because if Godric had danced with her, he would have definitely picked up on the bitemarks. As for the problems with psychics, Eric just shrugged. "A new found talent, apparently." He honestly didn't know why River was so against him (thanks a bunch again, Lafayette).

He sighed at the sound of Jessica's entrance. "In here," he called out impatiently. If he hadn't, she probably would have gone through the whole house chattering away the entire time. Might as well deal with it now.

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Godric was about to reply when the sound of Jessica's chattering invaded the house. He pressed his lips together briefly as he stepped into the bedroom, towel around his waist. It had become obvious to him that Jessica was not only reveling in her new vampire nature, but also in the ability to be able to make her own decisions and experience parts of a life she'd never been allowed before. Her exuberance could be in equal parts grating and endearing. She would need to possess a better sense of control before she could get everything out of her system. That was another talk he was going to have to have sometime soon.

He felt the weight of things settle uncomfortably on his shoulders as he rifled through his drawers for a change of clothes.

"Hey. I was wondering where you both were. Wasn't tonight amazing?," Jessica peeked through the door, her shoes abandoned in one of the other rooms and feet bare. It took her a few seconds of leaning on the door frame to realise Godric only wore a towel. "Oh my God." She covered her mouth in shock, her eyes on his tattoos. "Are those real?"

Eric gave Godric a look that clearly said, "Why in the hell did I bring her back here again?" Sighing, he turned to Jessica and arched an eyebrow.

"Good to know you enjoyed yourself," he replied dryly, even though it's obvious he couldn't have cared less. It took all the control he had not to facepalm at her question.

...Seriously. Why did he bring her here.

Godric didn't know whether to be amused at Jessica's blatant disregard of normal social courtesies, sympathetic to Eric's plight, or just plain irritated. He settled on an awkward mix of all three, returning Eric's look with one that was meant to be reassuring and ended up tinged with weariness.

"Yes, Jessica, they're real." He pulled out a pair of baggy pants and a plain blue sweater. Pam would have had a fit.

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