Alcuin

May. 22nd, 2017 08:29 pm
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Eric had let Alcuin know he would come over an hour later, but he had underestimated how long his meeting would run. So it was a good hour and a half before he walked up to the young man's door and rang. He'd welcome a good fuck and some part-Fae blood to work some of the tension out of him, if only temporarily. He fucking hated talking to the Authority.
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Waking up could be as gradual or as sudden for vampires as it could be for humans.

As long as nothing urgent claimed his attention, Eric tended to enjoy the gradual approach as much as he tended to enjoy every other aspect of life. With Godric in bed beside him, even more so.

When he began to rouse, he turned towards his Maker, instinctively aware of his presence. Arm slung over Godric's slim, bare waist, he nuzzled at his shoulder before settling down again, enjoying the fuzzy haze of the moment.

Alcuin

Dec. 22nd, 2016 01:22 am
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Once Kersen and his progeny were out of his club, Eric finally flew off to Alcuin's home. He hadn't been here since that first night he had met the boy, and now he stood outside his door, wondering what the fuck he was even doing here. Caring about a human, or close enough.

Still, he rang the bell, standing on the doorstep and listening for Alcuin's approach through the door.
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Eric was not having a good day.

He'd noticed that there had been some money missing from the Diamond accounts; someone was stealing from him (and had been stealing from Clarke before that). Someone was going to have to answer for that, and pouring over the books to figure it out (who could he trust with this?) might have given him a headache, if vampires had been prone to them.

And obviously, this had to come up the night he was supposed to meet Kersen's oh so interesting human. Eric had closed the books and pushed them aside when they were shown into his office, and shoved all of that aside to focus on their conversation. Michael Corella worked for Cesare Borgia, and that was a connection worth cultivating.

Things had been going well when someone opened the door to his office without knocking. Jamie - one of his managers - looked surprised to find three pairs of eyes on him, and stopped in the doorway. "I was looking for..." He trailed off, but his eyes had strayed to the books on Eric's desk, before snapping back to Eric. "I'll leave you to your meeting."

"No," Eric said, strolling over to the door to invite the other vampire in with a gesture. "Come in." Jamie had worked for Clarke, too, and Eric closed the door behind him. "Kersen. Do you remember that list of staff you gave me when I took over? The ones I might be able to keep on? Jamie was on it, right?"
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Followed from here.

"I doubt it's my heart that interests you." Nothing but approval in her tone and the flash of her eyes, or the way her leg shifted under his hand. She was curious how far he might go in the only illusory privacy of the club, and it thrilled her to find out.

If that wasn't encouragement, Eric didn't know what it was. With the table in the way, she wouldn't be flashing anyone who wasn't on floor level, and even if she might have... He had very few qualms about the way his arm lifted her skirt up as his hand traveled higher up her thigh, wondering what fabric, if any, he might find between her legs. "Not your heart, no," he confirmed, nipping at soft skin.
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The Authority had sent their English Magister to the trial, a vampire about the same age as Eric, who looked twice as old. Still, power and authority reeled off of him, and people knew better than to cross him. He held the power of life and true death over each and every one of them, or close enough.

Fortunately, he had been told to go along with Eric's plans. Both vampires in his custody ought to die, to herald the coming of the new Sheriff and assert his authority over London.

The club had been exceptionally closed tonight, and its doors opened for certain select individuals at 2. By 2:30, it was packed with vampires, and the trial began. They had extracted confessions out of both Michelle and Clark, and while the latter retained some of his defiant spirit, the former was broken, all fight having left her.

Kneeling on a small stage at the back of the club, she explained how she and two other vampires had, on Clark's orders, kidnapped Kersen's human to draw him in. How Kersen had shown up and gotten captured, while his human escaped. How much torture they had put him through, before his human came back with a small team of fighters and managed to free him. (Eric was curious to meet that human, some day.)

After that, Clark only confirmed it all, laying out his own motivations - his disdain for Kersen and what he stood for, and his defiance of the Authority. The latter would have been enough to earn him the true death, even if he hadn't committed crimes against his fellow vampire.

The Magister pronounced his verdict - true death for both of them - and Eric invited Kersen to take care of Michelle while he handled Clark. Michelle was the sort of vampire to turn to dust, and not bloody goo; that much easier for clean-up. He waited until Kersen had staked her, his face impassible, before giving Clark his due, staking him mid-insult. He exploded in a mess of blood and insides, spattering Eric with it. The sheriff hardly gave a shit.

And now, for the evening's entertainment. Eric thanked all the vampires for their presence, and with a gesture, signaled the entrance of human dancers, as music started to play loudly in the club. Drinks were on the house tonight - so to speak - while staff discreetly handled the removal of Clark's remains and cleaned the stage.

Eric needed to get cleaned up and get a change of clothes, and he caught Kersen's eye before nodding towards the back in quiet invitation, in case he wanted out of the crowd for a few minutes.

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