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It had started because Dawn smells amazing. Different from Sookie (in every way) and her faerie blood, but amazing in her own right. That she's a pretty little thing hadn't hurt either. It had progressed further because in a place that is as hellish as any Eric had ever been in, Dawn is a piece of sunshine. Eric's had a weakness for sunshine since Godric turned him and he couldn't walk out in the sunlight. Of course, that's different here and it still feels wrong. He still hesitates before stepping out of the shadows and into the sun.
In any case, it matters little why or how this thing between them started. It only matters that it's new and good, at least for Eric. He wouldn't presume to think that he's a good influence (in fact, he's probably the opposite) or piece of Dawn's life. He's a force of destruction, but that works for him here. He's not even bothered by the fact that this thing between them is secret for now. It's not the first secret relationship he's had in the millennium that he's been alive.
Today, he's meeting her in the woods near the barrier. They're going to have a picnic (her idea) which Eric finds both fascinating and ridiculous. He's literally never had a picnic in his life. He hangs back in the shadows, watching and waiting for Dawn. There's a brief moment where Eric and a pony sized creature have a showdown; Eric bares his teeth, growls and comes up the bigger monster, but that's over and done with by the time he smells Dawn coming. He's back to pretending human and the immediate area is clear of all other monsters by the time he glimpses Dawn picking her way toward him, crossbow in hand.
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Eric reclines, stretching out a bit on the grass as he watches Dawn eat the poptart. Honestly, he's been a vampire so long that he can't remember what eating tasted like, what it felt like.
He knows she's something of a natural at languages. He can't help but smirk. "Only about 4.2 percent of the population actually speaks Swedish. Most of those live in Sweden. However, I'd like to teach you Swedish." He takes a deep breath. It's mostly unnecessary, but he does need the breath to speak. He's about to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of Dawn, and for Eric, that's a big thing. "I miss being able to speak something as close to Norse as still exists with someone." The language he spoke as a human isn't Swedish, but it's what Swedish used to be and that's close enough.
His voice turns into a purr at her words. "You'll have to tell me more about this minotaur thing, but it's quite a shame that you aren't naked more often."