sixwordstories | (no subject)

Good point. In fact, I'd rather not talk to you at all. Explaining involves having to listen to you speak, and I'd rather spare myself.

...[You get a glare in response to that, thankyouverymuch.]

[Grinning wolfishly. He knows he can get under her skin]

Just checking in on you. A certain blonde waitress I know has been pestering me to ensure you're still breathing.

Oh, and slayer? Loved the way you squirmed during that bite.

...[Again, have a glare. Congratulations on ruining her good mood of Whoppers and beer. Seriously. That's totally not fair to do. It's almost a level of blasphemy.]

Screw you.

[She mock grins and throws a punch at his jaw.]

[He actually takes the blow like a man....and much like Sookie's slaps, it does little more then amuse him. Actually, it stings a little, but ofcourse that sexy grin is still on his face when the blow is over]

Is that an invitation?

[Steels himself for another blow]

[It should hurt like a bitch, considering she has the strength of ten men. Goddammit.]

No, I don't give out invitations. You were never on the proverbial guest list, ass.

[Okay, Ow. That hurt. Stop damaging pride. Have another punch.]

[This time his hand shot out, quicker then perhaps even her eyes could follow. He grabbed her by the wrist and shook his head]

One important rule you should know about my kind is that with age comes power. I'm well over a thousand years old, little slayer. You might be a threat to some one of a few hundred years age, but not to me.

I let you live because you amuse me. Never forget it. When you cease to amuse me, I'll drain you dry.

[Very serious Eric]

[She yanks her wrist.]

I'm sure as hell not here for amusement. I don't do wheels and gerbils, amigo.

[Grumble, grumble.]

Smirk, Smirkity smirk]

You are now.

[Releases his grip on her wrist]

Carry on, you're obviously in good shape if you're trying to pick a fight with me. Now perhaps I can get Sookie off my back...

[And into his bed?]

I really don't like you.

Well unfortunately for you, I like you.

Consider it a compliment, few breathers are even remotely interesting to me.

I don't take compliments from the undead. It cramps my style.

I do like my women feisty.

[Leering]

It's a damn good thing I'm not your woman.

Unfortunately for you, I'm saving my attentions in that area for another.

[Aaand he has a feeling she'd sooner stake him then have sex with him]

[Instinct works for him, ya know? Good guess.] Good luck with that. For some reason I see you needing a lot of it. Vampires totally fail with pick up lines.

I've never needed pick up lines. In my day a viking warrior would have his pick of women and if not, well could simply pick up the protesting bitch and carry her off.

[Ahhh the good old days]

Ever heard the term 'fangbanger'?

...Ew.

And vulgar. And gross.

[That's Eric in a nutshell]

Good times.

[And she's done talking to him. Blank stares and glares? Go.]