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[vikingvamp]

He was covered in blood. There was an arterial spray pattern along his neck and half his face and blood all down the front of the godawful jumpsuit they'd put him in while in the internment camp. He'd drunk enough of Adeline's blood to still be able to daywalk, which meant being able to get fresh clothing from Fangtasia before heading back to the Hotel.

It was, all told, the safest place he could be. The Hotel had the distinct advantage of being in a place where vampires were either unknown or not persecuted and Eric had behaved himself admirably and not attracted anyone who might object to his being there. When the entire state of Louisiana seemed to want to fuck him over, the Nexus Hotel was the safest haven he could think of.

He wished, of course, that he could have brought Pam or Tara or the others he cared about but the more vampires that knew about this place, the sooner they would be overrun. There wasn't enough of a pool to feed from for Eric to share, not yet.

He wandered back through the lobby, fresh clothes in hand, and decided the first order of business was a shower.

He hated blood in his hair.

[[Eric is covered in blood and looks pretty scary at the moment.]]