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Rose's lips were soft and cool. Jack shivered as her arms wrapped around his back. But he moved closer to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and tangling his other hand in her red curls. Jack no longer wondered what the hell was going on. He couldn't bring himself to care that he was kissing a vampire instead of killing her.
Rose moved her lips in perfect rhythm with his, almost as if he was who her mouth was made for. His lips were much warmer than his, and they felt amazing. The scent of his blood was tantalizing, but she wanted so much more than his blood.
She pulled away from the kiss. Jack was surprised that he yearned for more. "What is wrong with me," he asked, mainly to himself.
"Nothing Jack," she replied with a smile. Her fingers ran through his blond locks. "I already told you I'm not planning to kill you."
"Then why are you doing this? What do you want?" Jack craved his lips so much, but he also wanted to know why things weren't right.
Rose laughed quietly as she neared her lips to his. "Have you ever made love to an immortal Jack?"
...
The sun shined through the window right onto Jack's face. The light pierced his eyelids, waking him up. He was alone in his own bed. When he rolled over he saw his clothes scattered on the floor, and memories of the previous night came to him.
Jack collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. His breathing was hard and heavy, but he couldn't bring himself to care. For the third time that evening, Rose had taken his over his body as she made love to him.
Rose smiled and rolled over and ran her hand upward along his torso. She smiled, enjoying the way his hot, sweat soaked chest felt against her cool skin. Being with Jack this way made her feel like her heart was beating again.
Jack looked at her, relishing the way her green eyes shone in the moonlight. Though he was worn out, he didn't want to stop touching her body, kissing her skin, or making love to her. He leaned towards her and kissed her. Before Jack could know what was happening, Rose had grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over so she could straddle him. She pinned his wrists against the bed before bending to kiss him again.
Returning to the present, Jack realized he had must had fallen asleep after they'd made love the fourth time, because he didn't remember a thing after that. Rose had obviously left before dawn, as all her clothes were gone.
He just couldn't understand, or even attempt to begin to understand what had happened. Never had he heard of something like this. As far as he knew, vampires couldn't brainwash someone, hunter or human. Jack didn't understand how she could have brainwashed him anyways; they hadn't said a word to each other since Rose had asked him about making love. Being a hunter, Jack also knew vampires couldn't hypnotize anyone either. But yet when he looked into her eyes...
Jack shook his head, and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. His inner thigh stung as he moved. When he looked down, he saw the cause.
Two small fangs marks, now scabbed over, stood out against his tanned thigh.
...
Rose stepped out of the river after washing off the dirt from sleeping in the ground. She grabbed her dress from the ground and slipped back into it. Walking back to the mansion Cal had owned, she again felt relief that she wouldn't have to face him ever again. Instead, Rose was looking forward to seeing Jack again. She knew he'd come back. Eventually throughout the night, he'd find her.
Just as Rose expected, Jack did find her, he just didn't know it yet. She lifted one corner of her mouth into a smile when she saw anger burning in his eyes. Before he passed the tree she was perched in, Rose hopped down, landing a few feet in front of him.
Rose startled Jack, having appeared out of no where. "You bit me," Jack said calmly and quietly, when he recovered. He was still unable to process the past twenty four hours in his head. Jack took the few steps toward her, and she allowed him to keeping walking toward her until her back was pressed against the tree.
"I only promised not to kill you or turn you," Rose taunted. "I never promised not to bite you." She looked down, indicating the bite, hidden under his pants, with her eyes. "And it's barely a bite Jack. It's more like a sex nip."
"A what?" Jack shook his head. "Never mind. Explain what the hell happened last night Rose," he demanded. He tried to ignore the growing need to kiss her.
"You seemed to know what you were doing," she playfully teased him. She wrapped an arm around his waist. "And you do it very well."
"That's not what I meant Rose." It was becoming harder to ignore the urge to stop talking and start kissing Rose. She had now wrapped her arms around his neck.
Rose laughed, and leaned in close. "Make love to me Jack, and I'll tell you," she whispered in his ear. Jack's will power faded completely. He pressed his body against hers, and his mouth captured hers.
…
Rose had never really paid attention to the stars before. But now, laying naked, in the field with Jack, she was amazed by them. What amazed her more was what Jack was doing to her. He had killed Cal, whom she truly hated. Now he had made her feel things that she had never felt, not even before she became a vampire.
"Why can't I kill you," Jack asked, having finally caught his breath. Rose looked at him, noticing the blood had stopped flowing from the nip she left on his neck a few minutes ago. Jack had yet to notice he had even been bitten.
"Because before I became a vampire Jack, I was just like you. I used to be a hunter."
