#JACK RABBIT SLIM

[renerox]

Jack Rabbit Slim - PETROLHEAD!! (Revisited)

. This is actually 2008. “Voodoo-billy” Surfadelic comp. but with equalised sound and different cover art and tittle. It gathers favorite trax from their first three LPs “From The Waist Down”, “Sin-Uendo” and “Sleaze A Billy!”. Furious rockabilly revival in tradition of Johhny Burnette Rockabilly Trio. Enjoy!

[retrocgads]

USA 1993

[fira54funko]

[myoldsox]

"Three tomatoes are walking down the street: a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind and poppa tomato gets really angry, goes back and squishes him, and says, 'Catch up!'"

Pulp Fiction (1994)

[frankieburieshisdead]

⛧𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯⛧

CW: NSFW, brief dubcon, angst

It was only two days. That was the agreement. That's how much you got of Sam Winchester. Two days and three nights and then he would pack up his life into his brother's shitty little flat-back impala and you would never see him again.

Until of course you saw him again.

You had friends over when he called. Squeezing past the group of 20 somethings wolf whistling at you as you went to pick up the landline meant that you were giggling when you picked up. You had set his number to a specific ring. It was the dial tone version of "Spooky boy like you" by Dusty Springfield. All your friends knew about Sam 'Sammy' Winchester, who had exorcised a cruel version of your reflection from your vanity mirror and then hadn't left your room for the rest of the weekend.

"Hey!" You answered, almost too excited as the box wine you had been drinking all night spurred on your mood.

"Hey," his voice was rough, like he'd used it up. "I'm in town, can I come over?"

You sobered quickly. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," you twisted the cord of the phone tightly between your two fingers. "Can I come over?" He asked again, desperate.

"Yes."

It took a bit of cajoling to get your company out, but you had the place mostly cleaned out by the time your doorman rang up to let you know a tall man with long brown hair was waiting downstairs for you.

He looked tired. His body hunched downwards, shoulders drooping. He looked good with the 5 o'clock shadow he was sporting.

Oh sweetheart, you wanted to say, what happened?

Instead you said: "come in."

He tipped forward, nuzzling into your neck. There was a wet stripe up your jaw and behind the shell of your ear. "Sam," you muttered under your breath, sure there was something more important to talk about. Hard to remember when the best sex of your life was rubbing his thigh up against your crotch. His arms circled your slim biceps, squeezing, almost shy of painful as he lifted you up onto your kitchen counter.

Hands unbuckling and unwinding, you let this moose of a man strip you on your kitchen counter. There was a second there that you both took to breathe, foreheads pressed together as his small way of asking "is this okay?" You nodded against his mouth and pulled his body flush against yours.

He prepped you like a man in front of his last meal. Quick and yet savoring. Rough but so attentive you had begun to squeal by the end of it. When he was inside you, there wasn't a second to breathe before he was hauling you on top, using the leverage of the flat mattress and his grip on your waist to bounce you like a rag doll. It wasn't at all like you remembered. He was too fast, jack rabbiting into you and hitting all the wrong spots. You had begun to realize the cruel way his fingers pressed into your lower back, digging and bruising. His sweet face was twisted up into a snarl and he frowned like he was waiting to get it over with.

You weren't having fun anymore.

"Sam stop!" You put your hands over his and squeezed. "You're hurting me!"

He immediately stilled, back still arched as you felt his stuttering heart in your abdomen.

"What?" He blinked up at you, almost out of a daze.

"You're hurting me." You said in a smaller voice.

Something snapped then. Sam's eyes crooning into a dip, his lip turning white from the way he was biting into it.

"I am?" He sounded devastated, truly and honestly devastated. His grip was loose, still around you but shaking. You should have stopped him the moment you realized something was wrong. It was too late now, he was still hard and wanting inside you and you weren't enough of a good person to kick him out. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay, were okay baby. Just a little slower yeah?" You began to grind your hips downwards, letting the tip of his cock kiss something deep inside you. His eyes rolled back and you felt a full body shiver underneath you.

You fell forward when he bucked into you, almost like he couldn't help but crawl deeper. You had both arms on either side of his head, his mouth panting into yours. "Press here, like that." You put his hand on the bottom of your abdomen, pressing his fingers into the gap between his dick and your happy place. You screamed when you came, gripping onto Sam's shaggy cut as you're back arched. You were never sure if it was the hair pulling, the scream, or the the way you tightened up like a corkscrew that set him off but suddenly there was a silky feeling dripping out of you and Sam was sobbing into your shoulder.

"Oh baby you're okay." You soothed where you had been pulling at his roots. You were still out of breath, still impossibly full. "We're good, I'm here." He had both arms pressing you into his chest, keeping your head over his shoulder so you couldn't see his face. You had to force your way up, pulling out of his hold to look at the bloodshot look he was trying to hide into the pillow.

"Lets get some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, in part so Sam was lying over you like a heated blanket and also so the threat of the ever soggier bed sheet was further away.

"Okay." His voice was raspy but sweet. You were glad to have Sam Winchester for one more weekend.

[bad268]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing style, and i was kind wondering if you wouldn't mind writing something with hector fort, where reader is more on the curvier side. she is quite confident with her body as she loves to show it off, which he loves even more than her.

+My god hi! I'm wondering if the requests are still open. If so then I would like to ask for a hector fort x reader, where they would do the jacked and kind trend from TikTok. But also the reader can be more on the curvier side, since it really warms my heart how those girls in the videos were so happy after being lifted up without any issue. Thanks in advance!!! ~Anon

Jacked and Kind (Hector Fort X Curvy! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I loved both of these and since they were similar, I combined them)

Warnings: Slight body comparisons

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1038

Summary: Hector and Curvy! Reader do the "Jacked and Kind" trend.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(Pinterest/it's also just hella cute lol)

You were standing in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through your feed. You were waiting for your dinner to cook and for Hector to come home from one of his many away games. You knew he finally had a break, so you wanted to treat him to his favorite dish.

You sent yourself down a rabbit hole as you watched more and more videos of the latest trend. It was guys, usually the boyfriend, lifting the girl onto their shoulder to a line from Sabrina Carpenter’s Slim Pickins.

Now, you would never say you were jealous about someone else’s body, but damn, did you wish it could be you. While you were on the curvier side (and very proudly so!), you did sometimes wish you could experience being lifted like some of these girls. It made you a little envious of how these guys easily lifted their girls. At the end of the day, you were happy in your body, and that’s the end of the story.

You were a little lost in your head when Hector came strolling into the kitchen with a smile on his face, expecting you to say something to him. When you didn’t, his smile faltered a bit, but he slowly walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder as you scrolled. One after another, you would sigh before moving onto the next one, like an endless cycle.

“That looks fun,” Hector commented, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder, gesturing to the current video. “Is that our next trend?”

“I doubt it,” You dismissed, acting like it was nothing, but Hector knew you. He caught the slight tremor in your voice as you watched another girl get lifted on the shoulder of her boyfriend. 

“Why’s that? Do you not want to?” Hector asked, wanting to get to the root of the problem. He moved his hand to rest on your chin to make you look at him, letting the sound replay while neither of you paid attention to it. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t think you could do it,” You admitted quietly, trying to avoid his eyes, but you couldn’t.

“Do you doubt my strength?” Hector questioned in a joking tone as he tilted his head at you. “I think I could do that easily!”

“I’m not exactly a twig, Hector,” You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes. “It’s not exactly all on you.”

“I think you just need a leap of faith,” Hector trailed off, stepping back from you. 

“What do you mean?” You started to turn your head before you felt Hector’s hands on your waist. Your hands immediately went to his wrists, shouting, “Wait a minute!”

He lifted you easily and wrapped an arm around your legs to help to stay on his shoulder. Your hands immediately moved to try and hold onto his head while his other arm came up to hold your hand. 

“See? We can do it!” Hector cheered as he lowered you down slowly and carefully before spinning you around and holding you close to his chest. “You’re a natural. How are you so amazing?”

“I didn’t even jump! All of the other girls, even the really small ones, all jumped! How did you…” You ranted before trailing off as you looked straight into Hector’s eyes, and all you saw was love and affection. “You really are jacked and kind.”

“Well, thank you,” Hector blushed lightly, kissing you on the tip of your nose. “Now that we’ve settled that, how about we go out to dinner? As much as I love that you made my favorite, we can eat that tomorrow. I want to show you off tonight.”

“Before we do that,” You agreed, but grabbed his hand before he could get too far from you, “Can we do it one more time? This time we can record it?”

“We can do it as many times as you want,” Hector replied, coming back over to you and kissing you. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Can we go to that one restaurant by the park? We can do it there on our way,” You said after a bit of thought. When you remembered the park, you knew it would be the perfect place.

“Only if you wear those cute jeans I got you,” Hector teased as he wrapped an arm around your body to rest on your butt. 

“You are such a perv,” You teased, pushing him away as you spun around to leave the kitchen. “But okay. Take that out in five minutes while I change, please?”

“You trust me in the kitchen?” Hector joked, pointing to himself in accusation, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes again. “I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” You stated with a smirk as you slowly turned and walked out of the room. You ran up to your shared room to change out of your comfy, at-home clothes into the jeans Hector loved so much and one of your favorite shirts. You washed off your face, touched it up, and fixed your hair slightly before going back into your room to grab a jacket. You walked back into the kitchen to see Hector using a towel to fan the food. “What are you doing?”

“Making it cool quicker so we can leave?” Hector replied like it was common sense, looking back at you with a weird face before his jaw dropped. He threw the towel to the side as he slowly approached you. “Woah, look at you! You look gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

“This is a normal outfit,” You chuckled, shyly, “What do you mean?”

“You’re always gorgeous,” He shamelessly flirted as he held out a hand for you. “Ready to head out?”

“Ready,” You said with a nod, taking his hand. He immediately placed a kiss on your knuckles before turning you around, and urging you toward the door lightly after putting his hand in your back pocket. “What’s your hand doing there, mister?”

“I like these jeans on you. They make your ass look hot,” He replied shamelessly as he narrowed his eyes at you with no real heat. “I’m not apologizing for finding you sexy.”

~~~~~

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[tallyhallsphotowall]

tally hall photos day #117: Jack Rabbit Slim's, Albany NY (2008/04/08)

[renerox]

JACK RABBIT SLIM - Bop Attack!!

. Jack Rabbit Slim is one of my favorite rockabilly revival bands and this new Surfadelic comp. is a collection of fav trax from their later albums as “Hairdo’s & Heartaches”, “The Emperor`s New Clothes”, ”Won’t Stay Down”, ”Despedida”, ”Rockin With… ”. Many of this songs you could already hear on SURFADELIC ROCKABILLY EXPLOSION series, and you’re probably familiar with Surfadelic “Voodoo-Billy”…

[onebadpunspoilsabunch]

The reason why Buck felt like he should've been the main character instead of the cows is that in the original version of the movie, he WAS. 

The original version of the movie was called Sweating Bullets. The main character was a young bull named Bullets who admired the horses that led his herd and dreamed of being a hero. He had the same personality, aspirations, and character arc of Buck in the final version. The three cows didn't exist in this version.

Oh... my...

After reading this, I decided to go on the Disney wiki and look up more info.

The deuteragonist was Lucky Jack the rabbit. His role was reduced to a supporting character. 

The villains were the same, and yet vastly different. In the original version, Alameda Slim and his henchmen were ghosts that were going to hypnotize (or possess) cattle into offing themselves out of revenge.

You know, the final version of the movie isn't the worst thing ever, but I can definitely see why it didn't do it for a lot of people. Probably because when compared to other Disney movies, it's more appealing to just kids instead of people of all ages. So that's why this original version of the movie sounds much better, because I imagine it would've had a more mature tone while still being comedic. Why did they dumb it down in the way that they did?

I would love to see what Sweating Bullets would've been. I also would love to see the original versions of Wish and Chicken Little...

Disney's biggest enemy is Disney themselves.

For a lot of Disney movies, the original story/concepts look so much better than the final product, but they end up getting twisted around due to executive meddling. Although in this movie's case, it was one of the story artists who came up with the new story. Good job, man 😑

Read these, they have more information:

https://www.animationmagazine.net/2005/02/mike-gabriel-talks-oscar-nominee-lorenzo/

https://www.awn.com/animationworld/home-sweet-home

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Coconut mango, key lime, and cotton candy for any or all f/os >:3

- @val-selfships

Yay!! Thank you!! @val-selfships

Coconut mango: what mementos do you and your F/O treasure?

I’m not sure how we retain some of these mementos if we eventually escape the digital world? XD but we have a few items we definitely try to take back with us or keep on a file maybe?

--

For Kazuichi: Kaz’s hair grew so much that she stopped wearing her hat, but it’s still nice to have. Kazuichi was okay with throwing it out at first but I was like “nooo!” and saved it, and she cried (in a good way) when she found out I kept it.

I also have a copy of Kazuichi’s jumpsuit I got from [character(spoiler)]; unfortunately it ripped when I tried it on because it was too slim.

A collage of pictures of us.

And there’s a backpack of stuffed rabbits that I gave to Kazuichi when she mentioned that she wanted stuffed animals as a kid but her dad said they were for girls.

For Toko: movie theater tickets from the first date we had when we escaped the killing game.

Miu: sketches of combined ideas for inventions, hairclip I gave her to help keep her hair out of her face (also so I could see her face better)

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Key Lime: How would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

I’ve never described aesthetics before, I hope this makes sense. I also tried to make each one unique, but I kept finding myself thinking the same things about all of them, like “I want to keep her safe, we’re silly with each other, we tell each other stories all the time, I want to take a nap with her.”

Kazuichi: fun, colorful, playful, sweet… like neon colors, rainbows, running in flipflops on the sandy beach, playing in the clothes racks at the store, eating ice cream and sitting on a bench, drinking lemonade, cartoon doodles

Tenko: also fun and colorful, warm like sunshine and energy...gym mats, basketball (I’m gonna headcanon we play basketball together, bc I’ve been missing basketball lately), hairbrush, bandaids, bubbles

Miu: cotton candy, pencils and paper, mirrors, black gloves, dvds of cartoons,

Yasuhiro: pizza, tarot cards, stuffed animals, warm clothes, cassette player radio

Toko: lined paper, books, potted plants, ink pens, long socks, headphones, cats

Jackie: cherries, Happy Bunny, comic/manga panels, poking each other, the symbols :P and XD, microphones

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Cotton Candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!

my art: Hiro

Kazuichi picture (original source) (tumblr post)

meme with Tenko and Jack: (tumblr post)

Toko picture: (tumblr post)

[bunninophia]

Revamping my old FNAF:lore post cause it's been updated a bit!

World Building

Biology

Within this world there are 4 types of inhabitants: Animatronics, Humanoids, The Immortal And the Spirits.

Examples of these are: Freddy Fazbear an Animatronic, Balloon Boy a Humanoid, Shadow Bonnie an Immortal & Phantom Foxy a spirit.

Shadow Freddy & Shadow Bonnie are both immortal entities, being around since the beginning, they age like normal people but it takes them 100x longer. By the time one animatronic will have its life cycle (of about an average 100 yrs or less) They would have only aged one year.

White rabbit is the product of their world experiencing abnormalities, a “glitch” in the system it may seem. He was born after a refresh¹.

Animatronics & Humanoids

The animatronics here do not have human possessors, they are their own person. Furry-robotic cyborgs who cannot live properly without their mechanical parts. A large majority of them only have mechanical internals such as organs, they extend their lives tenfold & keep them strong. However, some of the population may suffer damage or make personal body customizations, where their mechanical parts may be anywhere outside the body & visible. In situations where the animatronic is gravely injured, their body may be reconstructed with almost entirely mechanical parts. All animatronics are different and follow different biological rules, especially ones with elements attached to their biology ex. Jack o’ Bonnie. Some can live without beating hearts, others cant. But all animatronics have natural brains. Without them they cannot live.

As mentioned before biology ranges, but they tend to have reinforced skeletons.

Animatronics can “have” kids, but 99% of the time the kids are built mechanically. The downside to this is that they don't live as long as their parents do & are extremely fragile. Because the animatronics are half biological, having a child that's blood related to them is possible… but the chance of both the child & host living is extremely slim. Which is why adoption & Artificial creation is the most common form of family building.

In the slim chance that a child born naturally survives they will have to have immediate operation done to them. As the parents biology prevents them from providing all that's needed for it to survive naturally. And in this case, when done with careful precision, the child can live with robotic alterations just as long as their parents.

Immortal

The Immortals are divine entities, they are god-like in power and have the ability to traverse dimensions and dictate the past or present. They keep things in check, and work from behind the scenes. These abilities can be abused, and with this abuse it slowly kills the host the more they exert their power.

Their biology is very similar to normal animatronics, except they lack organs and have the inability to eat or sleep. To get rest, they often enter a state of mental and physical dormancy for up to weeks at a time, to get them awake is extremely difficult. They can be hurt by any species but it heals very quickly, they simply cannot be killed unless another immortal does it.

But with that comes a sacrifice, to kill an immortal is to erase the very foundation in which their world is built. Either way it never ends up well.

Immortals can interact with spirits just as spirits interact with each other.

Spirits

Spirits are the undead, animatronics who are in limbo, their past lives lay restless and they are stuck in the overworld unable to be erased.

They can pass through objects as they please, but also avoid them. They struggle to interact with natural objects, only able to touch other spirits. The living can see them just fine, yet talking is harder. Usually they use other electronics to communicate efficiently. Some don't speak at all, they have the unique ability to possess others however rare and energy draining it may be.

Contrary to popular belief, they cannot fly although gravity does not seem to affect them.

They don't look very ghostly and have translucent skin, if they wish to be unbothered they can hide themselves away in plain sight. The spirits as one would guess cannot eat or drink, they can however rest.

All spirits look different, depending on how they died.

White rabbit is a spirit by technicality, except he is also living. His limbo is different, he can eat and drink and cannot pass through objects, however he can interact with other spirits. And has the unique ability to read minds; he can be hurt and die over and over again but eventually he comes back.

Map & landmarks

Their world is quite small, and at some point there's simply an edge at which all living things cease to exist, and anything to be pushed past that point gets lost.

Built around “Lilygear Lake” there are 9 seperate areas, and 3 different city like areas.

Forests border the east and west side.

Lilygear lake is technically 5 smaller lakes,

The largest being known as Lilygear, and the 4 others having separate names.

Paw Lake, Claw Lake, Sharp lake, Jaw lake.

They each harbor their own individual ecosystem.

In the north it snows, and there lies the entrance/exit to an underground tunnel. This tunnel is maze like in style, often leading to dead ends.

[museumofferedophelia]

I get frustrated thinking about all these great classic movies and how amazing it would be if the leads were actually lesbian/bi.

Like Dirty Dancing, but Johnny Castle is actually a sexy androgynous butch woman that all the resort ladies love. Her name is still Johnny, but spelt Johnnie. And Baby's coming of age is accepting her lesbian sexuality.

Pulp Fiction, but Vincent Vega is a lesbian named Vincenza/Vinnie, and Mia Wallace is bi. Like imagine all the sexual tension and chemistry? The talk at Jack Rabbit Slim's? The dance scene???

Lesbian titanic??? Please, we need more lesbian/bisexual romances!

[red-eldritch-warlock]

✦ Basic Oc info:

Name: Eberwolf Saskia

Class: The Warlock, Support class mercenary

Nicknames: Sorcerer, Mage, Wolf

Age: 25(?) [To be determined, rumoured to be immortal]

Height: 6’4

Birthplace: Graz, Austria

Gender/pronouns: Trans male, He/Him

Personality: socially awkward, solitary, reserved, neurotic, work oriented, cynical, easily flustered

Hobbies: palmistry, reading, collecting records, bookkeeping

Loadout: spellbook, sacrificial dagger, flintlock pistol

The lore(W.I.P)

Other stuff(W.I.P)

✦ Tags:

#Eldritch Invocations - Warlock post

#A gift from my patron- Warlock reblogs

#Whispers from the void - Answering asks

#Warlock antics - Rp starters

#Eldritch blast - Rp tag

#Eberwolf lore - lore tag

#Stag posting - mod posts

#Stag found this - mod reblogs

#Stag answers - mod asks

#Stags silly scribbles - Mod art / writings

Any sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly

!!Ooc and character description below the cut!!

✦ Blog info:

Warlock is an oc for team fortress two :)

I took inspiration from both dungeons and dragons warlocks and magic users, and @the-jack-class (specifically serpie and a bit of jasper) for this oc, and they deserve the credit(serpentine my belerpentine teehee)

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with little NSFW. I have pretty bad anxiety, and receiving incredibly suggestive asks will most likely make that spike, and I don’t want to stress over my blog, this is for fun! Feel free to flirt and whatnot with Warlock, but anything i deem too far will get deleted or blocked based on severity.

i would prefer if minors did not interact, this blog may have sensitive topics discussed. or at the very least they do not interact with posts discussing said topics.

Mod is a self shipper, and is open to multishipping!

Mod uses he/him pronouns, and you can refer to me as Stag!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Mod has insane social anxiety so i apologise if i come off as awkward or rude (i’m just a little guy)

Mod has the worst memory known to mankind, so if i send multiple asks it is because i forgot that i already sent one(i am sorrgy)

Any photos i use in posts will be found on Pinterest.

My other RP blogs are: @canineriot-fenrir @meet-the-trapper-tf2 @redhead-string-shredder @crutches-n-stitches @ultimate-exorcist-chyrche @darling-idol-hoshiko @dutch-bunny-rabbit @stupid-fishbait-moray @aussie-menace-dingo @kerosene-n-gasoline @lt-morse @hurricane-tsunemasu

✦ Rp info:

Rp will look like this:

[Actions and such go here]

“Talking will be like this”

✦ Physical description of Warlock:

Warlock is 6’4 with a lithe and lean physique, with toned arms and shoulders, slim waist and thighs and a generally lanky frame.

His hair is jet black and very curly, and is cut to shoulder length, usually tied back when fighting.

Warlock has fairly androgynous features, a sharp jaw, tired eyes, roman nose, sickly and pasty skin and bright violet eyes. He has some slightly unkempt stubble on his chin, and deep set eye bags. He also wears half moon glasses, and on occasion red tinted round shades.

His usual attire is a dark red velvet button up shirt with bell sleeves, a black leather corset, black flared jeans with a book holster on one thigh, heeled ankle boots and white satin gloves. He also wears a pocket watch necklace that has an octopus engraved onto it.

Mod is not the best with remembering to respond so I apologise if I forget about a thread or do not respond to an ask very quickly.

✦ Interact list:

Please do interact:

Tf2 Rp blogs

Rp blogs in general

Anons

Tf2 ocs

Other ocs(from any fandom!)

Nice people

Do not interact:

Basic DNI

Pedophiles

Transphobes/homophobes

Racists

Creeps

Hai friends :3 (sorry for the tags, i love y’all!!!)

@eagle-head-charge @wastelandtherapist @conductor-on-grn @sly-daffodils @red-demo-tf2 @rengineer @thenumberonerascal @averagebioweaponslover @meet-the-civilians @meet-the-net @tf2-nurse-is-dreaming

[nakedmonkey]

the BEST thing about being able to buy a DVD of a movie you like, is yes, all the extras and behind the scenes interviews etc., but sometimes when you get a criterion collection DVD or some special anniversary edition thing, they come with posters or little booklets - i have a Pulp Fiction DVD set that comes with a Jack Rabbit Slim menu. That's fucking awesome! can't get that in a download

[daddysdarlingditz]

Ladies and gentlemen, now the moment you've all been waiting for, the world famous Jack Rabbit Slim's twist contest!

@bouncybubbly

[iwritesmutnottragedy]

One

The forest was quiet, the kind of stillness that made the hairs on the back of Jack’s neck stand on end. He could hear everything—the rustling of leaves in the breeze, the soft scurrying of a rabbit through the underbrush, even the distant call of a bird somewhere high above. The forest was alive, but in this moment, it felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Jack sat on a fallen log, his hands gripping the rough bark so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His breath came in slow, measured gasps as he fought to keep control. The blood rage was always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for any excuse to take over. He could feel it now, the heat rising in his chest, the way his heart pounded in his ears, the overwhelming urge to tear and destroy.

He closed his eyes, trying to push the darkness back, but it was a losing battle. The memories came rushing in—flashes of faces contorted in fear, the metallic scent of blood in the air, the sound of his own voice screaming in fury. Jack's hands trembled as he fought to separate himself from those memories, to remind himself that he wasn’t that monster. Not anymore. But the images were so vivid, so real, that it was hard to remember where the past ended and the present began.

He hadn’t wanted to come here, to the forest, but he knew it was safer this way. Safer for everyone else. Diana had begged him to stay, to let her help him, but Jack couldn’t risk it. Not after what had happened the last time. The fear in her eyes when she saw him like that, the way Matthew had to restrain him—it was too much. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting them again.

So he had run, deep into the woods where the only things he could harm were the trees and the animals that lived among them. But even here, the blood rage whispered to him, tempting him with its power, urging him to let go. It would be so easy to give in, to allow the darkness to consume him, to stop fighting and just... feel.

Sara had been drawn into the forest by an inexplicable sense, a whisper that traveled down her spine and urged her to go for a hike on a day where she would rather just be curled up reading a good book. Her breath puffed in front of her face, and she paused. The sound of someone distressed in the distance made its way to her sensitive ears. Warning Bells sounded in her mind, but she ignored them and followed the sound until she saw a man sitting on a log. His breathing was loud and uneven, and concerned immediately swamped her.

"Hello?" She called out just loud enough for him to hear. " Are you all right?”

Jack’s head snapped up, his eyes flying open as he registered the sound of a voice. He had been so deep in his struggle for control that he hadn’t even heard her approach. He tensed, his body automatically poised to defend himself. But as he looked at her, he froze.

The voice that spoke to him was soft, concerned, decidedly non-threatening. Jack’s eyes took in the petite woman before him—the slim figure, the brown eyes that glimmered with worry and uncertainty. And her scent, the faint but distinct smell of… weed?

Confusion and tension wrestled within Jack's mind, his mind struggling to process this unexpected presence. He tried to steady his breathing, to calm his racing heart, but it was difficult. The blood rage was like a coiled snake, waiting for the slightest provocation to strike.

"I’m fine," he managed to grumble, the words coming out hoarse and choked. He didn’t want this woman here. He wanted her gone. Safe. Even if he didn’t look or sound ‘fine’ by any means.

Unaware of the danger she was in, Sara trudged closer until she was standing about a foot away from him. This close, she could see the strain in his face, and the edge to his breathing was even more apparent. Her dark eyebrows drew together in an expression of concern. However, she didn't want to force her help on to him. She knew that she wouldn't have appreciated it.

"Is there anything I can do to help? " she asked curiously. Her tone was purposefully light and casual, an attempt to ease the obvious tension between them.

Jack's fingers clenched the bark of the log even more tightly. Her proximity was a danger he hadn't expected. He could smell her, a strange mix of sweet and earthy, but more than that, he could feel her. Her heart beat steady and strong, her blood pumping through her veins, the heat of her body a stark contrast to the cool air of the forest.

He forced himself to look at her, to see the worry in her eyes, the sincerity of her offer. It was hard to believe that she didn’t know how much danger she was in.

"You need to leave," he said, his voice harsh and commanding. "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't... be near me." The words came out as a warning, but there was a pleading edge to them, a desperate plea for her to listen, to understand.

He wanted to push her away, to make her run, but he also wanted her to stay. Against all reason, he longed for her to sit down nearby, to talk to him, to provide a distraction from the storm that raged inside him.

The wind blew her hair around her ears and her scent wafted away from him as if the spirits of nature itself had intervened on his behalf. Sara tilted her head to the side and allowed the strange magical sixth sense that she carried deep within her to whisper a warning that she finally listened to. Her dark eye is narrowed at him as if she were reading a book in a foreign language and then her brows went up in surprise. "Are you a vampire? "

She hoped that she was right otherwise she knew that she would sound insane to him. As a witch, even one without a coven, of course she knew about the existence of vampires. She'd never met one. But standing here in front of him there was no denying the cool energy that came off of him- a stark contrast to the energy of the warm blooded living that she was used to.

Jack's eyes widened at her question, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. He hadn’t expected her to be able to sense him, to know what he was. But then, there was something about her that was undeniably magical, as if the very air around her hummed with power.

He nodded, a slight dip of his chin, barely more than a gesture of acknowledgment. "Yes," he said, his voice a gravelly whisper. "I’m a vampire.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise, not actually having believed that she guessed it correctly until his confirmation. She offered him a small smile, as polite as she could manage now that her heart was racing a bit in a mixture of fear and excitement. An actual vampire. They weren't rare by any means, but the species didn't interact much as a rule, so she had never expected to meet one at random.

" I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you. My name is Sara. " She took another hesitant step forward and offered him her hand.

" I've just never met a vampire before. I'm guessing I'm probably not the first witch you've met. " the difference in their lifespans made it that much more likely that he'd interacted with the other species then she had in her 25 years alive.

As she took a step closer, Jack's breath caught in his throat. The scent of her was even stronger now, her blood pumping close to the surface of her skin. It was an alluring, distracting scent, and the blood rage whispered to him that he could take her in an instant, sink his teeth into her warm flesh...

He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting to push the thoughts away. When he opened them again, he found himself drawn to her eyes—wide and dark, filled with an unexpected mixture of curiosity and concern.

He watched warily as she extended her hand towards him, her expression tentative yet sincere. Despite his better judgment, Jack found himself reaching out to take her hand in his own. The touch of her skin was warm against his cool fingers, sending a shiver down his spine.

He shook his head in answer to her question. “No, you’re not,” he admitted. “I’ve met a few witches in my time.”

His eyes scanned her face, searching for any sign of fear or revulsion, but all he could see was that same, relentless curiosity.

His cool hand in hers sent a pleasant shiver up her arm and she gave his hand a quick shake before she pulled away reluctantly. It was odd how something in her wanted to keep touching him. Sara pushed the thought away and really looked at him. There was still a line of undeniable tension in his body that she wondered about, but it would be too forward to ask someone she'd barely met.

"..I didn't get your name?" She reminded him softly and her eyes tracked over his handsome face.

A small, wry smile tugged at the corner of Jack’s mouth. He had been so focused on trying to control the blood rage that he hadn't even introduced himself. He felt a touch of embarrassment at his own rudeness, but there was something about this witch that made it difficult to focus on anything else.

"Jack," he said, his voice low and rough. "My name is Jack.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart as her eyes studied his face. His skin tingled under her gaze, her scrutiny setting off sparks of awareness in his chest. He was so used to everyone looking at him with either fear or pity, but this witch... She looked at him with interest, as if he was a puzzle she was determined to solve.

"Jack." She repeated with a smile and a nod. It was fitting. Sara stood a little taller, unreasonably happy to have met him before she motioned towards the empty space on the log. She had only planned on a short walk through the forest but now that she was there and had met him she couldn't imagine anything more interesting. "Do you mind if I sit?"

Jack tensed, his body instinctively reacting as she gestured to the space beside him on the log. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Part of him wanted her to sit, to stay close, to keep distracting him from the darkness that threatened to consume him. But the other part was screaming at him to push her away, to make her go back to safety.

He hesitated for a moment, but then, to his own surprise, he found himself nodding his agreement. "Sure," he said, his voice gruff and guarded. "You can sit. Just… just don't get too close.”

Her eyebrows came together in confusion but she nodded in agreement anyways. It was an odd request but she would never invade someone's personal space without their permission. Sara approached slowly, careful not to accidentally trigger any predatory instinct in him. She didn't know exactly how vampirism and their hunger worked, and she didn't want to take any more unnecessary risks than she already was by just getting to know him.

"So what were you doing out here in the middle of no where?" She asked as she sat down on the log, her fingers brushed over the moss that grew there almost reverently. "You looked...upset." Jack watched as she carefully settled onto the log beside him, her movements slow and measured, as if she was approaching a wild animal. In a sense, he supposed, she was.

He tensed again at her question, his jaw clenching instinctively. He didn't want to talk about what he had been doing—the blood rage, the fear, the isolation. It was too raw, too personal.

"Just... needed some time alone," he said gruffly, unable to meet her gaze.

Sara looked deep into his eyes, almost through him. There was something about him that she was missing, something important. But she chose to focus on his words instead. She shifted where she sat, her feet dug into the dirt and left tracks there. It was almost too tempting to remove her shoes and feel the earth under her soles but she didn't want to appear too strange in front of her new acquaintance. "I understand that."

Then, as if just realizing the imposition she was putting on him-- Sara blushed and looked down in embarrassment. "And I totally ruined that, huh? I'm sorry. I can go--"

As she moved to stand, a surge of uncharacteristic panic gripped his chest. He didn't want her to leave—not yet. Despite all his reservations, he craved her company, her distraction.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and gently caught her wrist, his fingers curling around it like a lifeline. "Wait," he said, his voice hoarse. "You don't have to go.”

He let go of her wrist suddenly, as if he only just realized what he had done. He clenched his hand into a fist at his side. "Sorry," he murmured, a shadow of annoyance passing over his features. "I didn't... I'm not used to having company. Or... being close to people.”

She had frozen as soon as his grip had closed around her wrist. A small shock went up her arm, the hairs stood up on end and she looked up at Jack with an expression torn between wary confusion and something deeper. She couldn't deny she'd been drawn to him, and there had to be some kind of reason. The council liked to pretend that all the different Creatures were so separate in their own way-- but she didn't think so. Her magic had lead her to him for some reason, she just knew it.

"It's okay, I get that." Sara was a generally solitary person by nature. She shifted on the log and turned so she could face him better.

"May I ask why? Are people just not your thing or...?" She blushed and realized the question might be too personal. So she decided to answer her own question first in the hopes he might feel a little more comfortable with her inquiries. "I'm not really a people person. Crowds, loud noises, all of it just makes me feel crazy."

He listened quietly as she explained her own aversion to crowded places. There was something in the way she spoke, in the small but telling gestures of her body, that piqued his interest. It was a hint of vulnerability, of a similar isolation he understood all to well.

As she turned to face him, he met her gaze briefly before looking away. "It's not that people aren't my thing," he said after a moment. "It's just that... well, people are complicated. And... I'm... complicated.”

There was an undercurrent of self-deprecation in his tone, a hint that maybe his issues went beyond the typical. It was as if he carried a weight on his shoulders that he didn't want to share, even with someone he'd just met.

Her smile faded into an expression closer to sympathy and she nodded. Sara shifted and brought her legs up on the log so she could sit with her legs crossed, her elbows rested casually on her knees. At his admission of being complicated she gave him a light shrug, an attempt to be casual in the face of his obvious internal struggle. She didn't want him to know that her heart twisted at the pain in his eyes. Sara was just too damn sensitive sometimes and this stranger, this vampire, was quickly working up her compassionate instincts. But there was still something more, a genuine interest in him she couldn't deny. "Well...I like complicated." She quipped. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jack let out a gruff chuckle that sounded almost like a scoff. The concept of someone enjoying complications was foreign to him, especially when those complexities revolved around him. He couldn't help but find her optimism refreshing, if not a bit naïve.

"And here I was, thinking I was sparing you the drama," he replied dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a brief, sardonic smile. "You really want to wade into the mess that is my life?”

Sara noticed the sharp edge to his chuckle and tried not to bristle at the response to her genuine interest. It took only half of a moment for her to realize that it wasn't personal, it was a reflection of some deeper wound that he carried inside. Her head tilted to the side and she attempted to read the energy coming off of Jack. It was something that she could do easily with humans but struggled to get correct with other Creatures. Her magic was powerful but untrained and Sara usually only stuck to her most base abilities for fear of the consequences.

"Sure, I've got time." She ran her fingers back over the moss on the log again, pouring just a little bit of energy in it to help it grow. "But you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I know I'm nosy."

Her lack of indignation in response to his gruffness threw him off slightly. Most people were put off by his surliness, not entirely undeservedly. He observed her as she focused on the moss, her touch gentle. The infusion of energy was subtle but unmistakable, and he couldn't help but notice the ease with which she manipulated it.

A sigh escaped him, tinged with both exhaustion and resignation. "It's not that I don't want to talk," he said, finally. "It's just that it's a long story.”

A hint of hesitation still lingered. He wasn't used to opening up, to pouring his thoughts out into the open. But there was something about her, a genuine curiosity and lack of judgement, that made it harder to brush her off outright like he usually would.

"What about you?" He diverted, turning the focus back onto her. "You're not just here to listen to my tragic backstory, are you?”

She leaned back slightly and her eyebrows rose at his deflection. People usually didn't take an interest in her, and she knew part of his curiosity was simply to escape her own probing...but the question brought her up short. She had gone on a walk in the forest because even though her mood had been sour that morning, something had drawn her out. Perhaps it was just nature calling to her, urging her to escape from the cramped confines of her RV...but she was inclined to believe there was something bigger at work. "I think that's exactly why I'm here." Sara answered honestly. "I don't know...I just felt this urge to come out here today. Then I met you...The first vampire I've *ever* met." Her dark eyes darted up to his blue ones and held them there. "I think that means something."

The genuine curiosity in her gaze was captivating, and the conviction in her voice held weight. He could see that she truly believed there was a connection between their encounter.

*A witch and a vampire... fate.*

He almost scoffed at the thought. Fate hasn't been particularly kind to him, and the concept of it leading him to meet this witch in the middle of nowhere was... ludicrous.

"Or," he countered, his voice devoid of any trace of sarcasm for once, "it's just coincidence. The world is a big place, Sara. Not everything has a deeper meaning."

Despite his practicality, there was a subtle flicker in his eyes, a hint that he might not believe that himself.

Sara nodded, succumbing to his point. For all of her superstition and desire to believe that her magic was more than just a fluke of her unskilled mind...her confidence was minimal and easily shaken. He was probably right, she was probably just crazy. A small sigh escaped her and she nodded, her long dark lashes cast shadows across her high cheekbones. "You're right, I'm just being silly."

When she opened them again she seemed to shrink in on herself just a little bit, suddenly self conscious of just how open she'd been with someone she had literally just met. The realization that she'd told him about the most secret part of herself settled into her bones uncomfortably. "I...should probably go. I've bothered you enough."

Her sudden deflation, the shift in her demeanor, tugged at something within him. It was a bit like seeing a flower wither away, and his guilt pricked at him for causing it.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, a gesture of agitation. "You haven't bothered me, Sara," he said, his tone gentler than before. "You've just... caught me off guard, that's all.”

There was a moment of silence between them, filled only by the sounds of the forest, as if even the trees were holding their breath. He watched her thoughtfully, unsure what he was supposed to say next, or if he *should* say anything at all.

"...Do you want to get out of here? Do something...fun?" She asked curiously. With the way that both of their moods had taken a sudden turn she decided to try and revive the moment. And as much as she was still self conscious of how odd she was to people, she found that she had genuinely been enjoying his company up until that point.

It was a sudden change of subject, and Jack looked at her in slight surprise. After the somber turn their conversation had taken, her invitation for 'fun' was unexpected. But then again, so had been this entire interaction.

"That depends," he arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a hint of a smile. "What exactly does a witch consider 'fun'?”

She thought about that carefully-- Sara had never tried to hang out with a vampire before. She had no idea what he might consider a good time.

"Do substances still work in your system? Like alcohol or pot?" She asked curiously.

A snort escaped him as he considered her question. It was an intriguing one, to say the least. "Yes," he confirmed with a nod. "In a sense."

"Vampires can get drunk, for sure. The effects just don't last as long. And drugs..." He pondered a moment. "Depends. Some work, some don't.”

Her shoulders sagged in relief and she nodded before she pushed herself up from where she'd felt anchored to the mossy log. If she had allowed herself, if she'd been alone, Sara could have easily gotten distracted and absorbed by the sounds and energy of the forest. It was an active choice for her to remove herself and dust off the leaves and dirt that clung to her tight cotton leggings. "I don't do anything too hard, just tequila and weed."

Sara looked back at Jack and contemplated offering him her hand to help him stand when she thought better of it. His words from earlier warning her to keep her distance echoed in the back of her mind and she crossed her arms over her chest instead. He was a vampire, physically stronger than anyone she had ever met...he didn't need her help to stand up.

"I have a whole bottle of tequila back at my RV, the camp site isn't too far away...Want to split it with me?" It had been a long time since she'd indulged in any day drinking and the opportunity and rare company was just too good to pass up.

Jack watched the sudden shift in her demeanor with amusement. She was a strange mix of contradictions—the cautious witch one moment, the sociable creature the next. His gaze lingered on the action of her dusting off the leaves from her tights, his attention briefly snagged.

At the mention of tequila, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You're suggesting alcohol to a vampire?" he chuckled, pushing himself off the log with an easy grace.

"I don't know whether to commend your courage or question your sanity." There was a touch of dryness in his voice, a hint of the skepticism he held about any species willingly mingling with a predator as he was. Yet, there was intrigue too, something in the unexpectedness of her offer that caught his attention more than piqued his suspicion.

She kicked at the dirt and offered him a small shrug. Her expression remained casual but the words he chose stuck in her mind like a fly trap and rattled around there. "Both seem like pretty astute observations to me."

He let out a dry chuckle, the sound carried away by the gentle breeze. "I guess courage and insanity often go hand in hand," he mused, a trace of amusement softening his features. "Although, from what I've seen, it seems like witches and their antics aren't far off from the definition.”

His gaze swept over her, as if assessing the situation for any hidden dangers. "So, a vampire and a witch, sharing a bottle of tequila. Quite the unlikely pairing for a drinking session, don't you think?”

She started to walk back the way she came, occasionally looking back to make sure that he was following. She noticed that Jack still kept his distance, he stayed at least a foot away from her, and she wondered why exactly that was. She didn't ask, though. Instead, she just let him out of the forest and back onto the lot of camping spaces. It was lucky that she was one of the only people renting a lot in the past few months. It meant that they didn't have to worry about prying eyes or ears.

"One for the history books." She agreed with a warm smile. The warmth faltered for a moment. She had made it very obvious that she had no qualms about his nature. But she had never stopped to ask if he was bothered by hers. "Does that bother you? That I'm a Witch?"

He matched her pace, keeping the distance between them, ever the cautious vampire. His steps were silent against the path, a stark contrast to her audible steps. "Bother me?" he echoed with a scoff. "I've met creatures far stranger than witches. No," he shook his head, "your species isn't the issue. It's the..."

He trailed off, choosing his words carefully. "Let's just say it's not the norm for vampires and witches to chat about daydrinking in the woods, is all.”

He glanced sideways at her, a brow slightly raised. "You don't seem too bothered by *my* nature." It was a subtle inquiry, hinting at the curiosity of her nonchalance.

She walked up to her RV, an old spray painted Winnebago that was held together with duct tape and pure luck. The metal steps that led inside creaked when she stepped on them to unlock the door. She entered first, not wanting him to think she was trying to trap him or anything nefarious of the sort. Sara leaned against the small fold up dining table and crossed her arms casually.

"I'm not." It was a simple answer but not a common one. "I think the divide between the species is bullshit. We should be working together, helping each other-- not building up imaginary walls and blaming each other for how humans have treated us in the past." It felt like common sense to her, but every other Creature she had met had almost violently disagreed. It was the true reason she was still without a coven, without any training.

"Do you want a shot glass or a regular one?" Sara asked leaned up on her tippy toes to look through one of her overhead cabinets.

Jack followed her up the rickety metal steps, his steps deliberately light so as not to cause any unnecessary disturbance. Stepping inside the RV, he took in the well-lived-in space with a quick, cursory glance. It spoke of character and a no-nonsense existence.

He raised an eyebrow at her response. "That's quite the worldview you've got," he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Not many creatures see things that way.”

"But I understand where you're coming from," he continued, leaning against one of the counters. "Most beings are bound by centuries-old... *grudges*, let's call them, and prejudices. It's a hard thing to break free from."

At her question, he shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "A regular glass is fine. I don't think shot glasses will serve much purpose for a vampire.”

Sara pulled a double shot glass for herself and a regular glass for Jack, a grin split her full lips in response. It went without saying that she had never seen a vampire drink before and part of her was curious as to how he would react. Her dark eyes traced over the attractive features of his face before she leaned under her sink to pull out an unopened bottle of tequila and cracked the seal on the cap. "Well lucky me then, my lifespan isn't capable of nearly so much resentment."

She filled the glasses and slid his over to him before downing hers in one smooth movement. It was harsh, bitter...and exactly what she needed to banish any remaining insecurity that had been conjured earlier. "But I still don't really get it. I mean...we seem to be getting along well enough, right? It shouldn't be so hard."

Jack caught the glass with ease, setting it down on the countertop beside him. He watched her with a thoughtful expression as she emptied her own glass without so much as a wince. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes at her casual disdain for the bitter taste. "Impressive," he commented, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Either you have an iron stomach or a deep love for tequila."

He took a small sip from his own glass, swirling the liquid for a moment. "Getting along doesn't mean we're friends, Sara.”

"Or that we could ever be." He added bluntly, the lines of his face hardening in seriousness. "You shouldn't confuse cordiality with... alliance." He raised his glass in a mock salute, a silent toast. "To unlikely circumstances and temporary truces, I suppose.”

Her eyes narrowed at him and she tried not to be hurt by his blunt response. Had she wanted his friendship? Gauging the way her heart tugged at the words she supposed she had. Sara sighed and nodded, unable to meet his gaze for a moment and instead she focused on filling her glass once more. At his toast her eyebrows went up but she raised her glass up to his regardless. A smirk tugged at her lips and she offered her own sentiments to cheer along side his.

"To fate and breaking the rules." This time she couldn't stop the small hiss as the liquor coated her throat and chilled the air she breathed. All the while a warm, fuzzy feeling was starting to settle in her gut.

"So, not friends then." She agreed and set her glass down just a little harder than she intended. Her eyes roved over his form and she couldn't help the thought that bubbled from her before she could stop it.

"What about lovers?" She couldn't deny the attraction she'd felt for him since laying eyes on him and was curious if he'd felt it as well.

Jack's gaze flicked back to her as she raised her own glass in return. His expression, guarded, remained inscrutable as he listened to her toast. The corner of his mouth twitched in a silent reply.

The abruptness of her question, however, caught him off guard. He blinked, his expression one of surprise for a moment before it schooled into a neutral mask. "Lovers?" he repeated, his tone flat, almost void of emotion. "Is that a serious question?”

She leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Sara wasn't sure if he wasn't taking her seriously, or if the idea of having sex with her was really that surprising. She schooled her features as best she could and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah, why not? I'm not saying anything serious-- just...A little fun for the day."

Though a secret part of her knew that it would be something more. There was a strange but unmistakable bond threading between them. He might not believe in fate but she did and Sara knew that it had intervened in some way that day. She couldn't push him away now if she tried.

He stared at her, incredulous. "Just 'a little fun for the day'?" he echoed, arching an eyebrow at her nonchalance.

Jack was no stranger to physical intimacy. He'd had his fair share of conquests. But those were fleeting, casual encounters with creatures of his own ilk. The offer from Sara, a witch who knew nothing about his true nature, was different. It wasn't something he could consider lightly, even as a joke.

"I think you're forgetting something pretty crucial here," he pointed out, setting his glass down gently. "You're not dealing with a human, Sara. I'm a vampire. We have our... restrictions, you know.”

He folded his arms across his chest, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone. "What you're suggesting isn't just 'a little fun for the day'. It's... risky.”

She frowned and noticed his suddenly closed off demeanor. Her dark eyebrows came together and she placed her palms down flat on the counter, staring at him as if she were trying to knock down a brick wall with her mind alone. "Not if we don't tell anyone."

"If you think it's about the secrecy--" He clicked his tongue, a sound of disapproval. "You're missing the point by a mile."

He met her gaze with a look of incredulity. "Sara, vampires can... let's say, be particularly 'passionate' in intimate situations. It's a part of our... nature. It's not like a casual affair among humans.”

"You're not thinking of the consequences here." Despite his apparent annoyance, there was a trace of concern in his eyes. "You can't casually invite a vampire into your bed, or your life, and expect everything to be fine the next day.”