Disclaimer: I own Anella and Alura...but nothing else. :D

A/N: I am so tired, went shopping yesterday. Had a lot of fun but now I'm still exhausted. Bright side, I got two new shirts and some new shoes. I love shoes. Plus a bunch of graphite and charcoal pencils for my sketching habits. It was a good day.

The rustling sound from fabric bunching together was beginning to get annoying, Lisbon knew just by the way Alura sighed that she was two seconds away from being thrown out of the tent. She couldn't help it though. She wasn't purposefully antagonizing the vamp, she just couldn't sleep. She'd promised Jane though, she'd told him she'd do as he asked. She'd stay with Anella and Alura for the night. It wasn't what she wanted, but if it made him feel better then she could try. Except now she'd been trying for hours and it wasn't working. She couldn't even keep her eyes closed for more than two seconds.

She trusted the two women she was sharing with, well as much as you could trust someone you've only known for less than a week. Maybe a little more because she knew they had done their share of protecting her. Trust had nothing to do with it, she just didn't want to stay with them. Call her crazy and all but she'd much rather be cuddled into Jane than a crazy pink haired member of the living dead. No offense to said crazy person or anything.

"Teresa, not that I sleep great anyway but will you please stop tossing? Otherwise, I'll fall asleep on my guard shift and you'll get eaten." There was a light chuckle from the bubbly one but Lisbon just rolled her eyes and shifted once again. "Okay, I doubt you'd get eaten but still..."

She missed her bed, she missed the quiet of her room and the softness of her pillow. At least the night before she'd slept partially on top of Jane which was more comfortable than the ground she was stuck dealing with now. It warmed her heart that he cared enough to want to keep her safe, even from himself. It really did but at the same time she wished he wasn't so keen on pushing her away when he needed her. Yeah he'd almost killed her, big whoop, he'd refrained and she was fine. A little damaged but fine and there was nothing he could say to actually deter her from trying to help him. With a grumble, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and turned towards Alura. The wide silver eyes stared back at her, never blinking. It was slightly unnerving.

"I'm going for a walk."

"It's three o'clock in the morning." Lisbon hadn't known it was quite that late, or early rather but it made her plan a little more convincing. It was technically morning, which meant she'd technically spent the night in the women's tent. Jane surely couldn't argue with that. Without giving Alura a reply, she unzipped the tent and crawled out. Swiftly stepping into her shoes, she made her way around the fire, still blazing as Anella poked at it. She'd been hoping to avoid contact with her but it didn't work out that way.

Wild curls bounced when Anella lifted her head and offered her a smile. There was something warm and welcoming about it, Lisbon found herself still slightly perplexed by the thought of people living off the blood of others. Though technically she supposed she shouldn't really think of them as people. It was still mind boggling. If she hadn't witnessed things first hand she'd probably swear they were all loony.

Last week everything had been normal, she'd thought Jane was simply a man. A human but even the announcement that he wasn't hadn't diminished her feelings for him at all. They seemed to intensify if anything. It made her feel for him even more. Not only had he lost a family to Red John but quite literally his human existence.

"I'm not going to stop you from what you're about to do but take this." An object came flying her direction, in the dark she couldn't make it out until she'd caught it. A water bottle, but it wasn't water that filled it. Red, blood. "For Patrick, it'll keep him satisfied a little longer than what he's living on now."

Part of her wanted to ask what the blood had belonged to but she didn't. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. It didn't necessarily gross her out, she'd seen enough blood in her line of work that it wasn't a big deal but this was different. This was for someone, for Jane to drink. She'd done her best to hide it throughout their trip. She wanted him to know she was okay with all of it, and she was. It didn't make her sick, it was just...different.

The bottle was warm in her hand and it made her all the more brave. She didn't like that Anella seemed to know what she wanted to do but there was nothing she could do about that. Stepping carefully, she made it over to Jane's small tent and slowly unzipped the front. If he was sleeping then this would probably work a little better. Leaving her shoes outside, she stepped in, zipping it back up. It was dark in his tent, darker than it had been in hers if that were possible. It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust but once she turned around, she could see enough to know that Jane was not sleeping. He wasn't lying down either, he was standing in front of what she assumed was his bag and in the process of getting dressed.

"I see you listen well." She was startled by his voice, the sharp clipped sarcastic tone had her almost recoiling but she held her ground.

"I brought you food. Anella asked me to give it to you."

"I have plenty."

"It's something different, she said it should satisfy the hunger longer than what you've been..." The rest of her words died on her tongue when he dropped the pants he'd been tugging on and promptly stepped out of them. She wondered where he'd been heading off to but chose to keep the question to herself. She wasn't here to talk.

"Fine. Toss it over." She did as he said and watched him catch it with ease.

"Drink it."

"I'll save it for tomorrow."

"No, drink it." He didn't fight her the second time, she assumed he could see that she was serious and so he twisted the cap and lifted the bottle to his lips. She watched, slightly enthralled by the whole thing. It never took long, just a few gulps and it'd be gone. She knew from the past couple days, he was always done quickly. The part that left her sighing and licking her lips was when he'd let his eyes slip closed, a little moan here and there escaping from somewhere low in his throat.

It shouldn't be sexy but it was, Jane made it that way. In just a few long seconds, the bottle was empty and he was back to staring at her. The wild look that always accompanied his feedings was directed at her and with a somewhat shaky start, she took a step towards him. This could end badly but she was going to at least try. With two quick strides, she was directly in front of him, close enough that she knew he could feel the flush coloring her skin - radiating heat.

"You should go now."

"No." Jane was prepared to tell her again, add a little more emphasis but he was stunned by the warm hands suddenly resting against his chest. As soon as her fingers brushed over the bare skin, he couldn't remember why he wanted her gone. "You said I had to spend the night in Anella and Alura's tent, it's morning now."

His eyes were drawn to her lips, his hand coming up to rest between her shoulder blades and without even noticing, he pulled her flush against him. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest, could smell how frightened she was but it wasn't fear of being hurt or worse. It was fear of rejection, her half lidded gaze gave it away. He managed to keep his eyes away from her pouty mouth long enough to gauge her reaction as he ran his hand down her spine to toy with the hem of her tank top. He knew what she wanted, he just needed to know if it was really her.

She'd told him that she was herself when she kissed him, if he believed that then that would mean Lisbon had kissed him. Teresa Lisbon had actually locked lips with him and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. He wanted it but that was different. Wanting and having were two totally different things. He didn't want to take advantage of her and he wanted their friendship still intact when they made it back to the civilized world.

When the tips of his fingers dipped under the fabric and traveled up her back, she tensed but then relaxed. It was evident that she was herself and he felt better than he had since they'd begun the trip. The pain in his stomach was no longer there, the thirst felt as though it had been eased greatly and he could actually enjoy being around her instead of constantly worrying that he'd snap and hurt her. He'd thank Anella later for donating herself to the cause, it'd been her blood. Almost as satisfying as a human but not quite. Still good enough that he wouldn't need anything else for a good twelve hours. He'd ask later why she never mentioned vampires blood before. It would have made the whole journey a lot easier.

"Let me stay..." He could feel her breath hitch when his hand brushed against the clasp of her bra, she was nervous. She had every right to be and he knew he probably should push her away. It just felt so good to be close to her without feeling the urge to kill her. There wasn't even a tiny nagging in the back of his mind, he felt free from the burden. He could actually feel her blood pumping through her veins without thinking of what it could lead to. He had missed that. He'd missed her being the only human he could be near without feeling a tiny twinge of blood lust.

Warm hands trailed up his chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she passed over his shoulders and continued up to his neck. His body tightened with every touch and he hoped that when all of this was over, she wouldn't regret anything. He hoped they weren't ruining everything. As soon as her thumb brushed against his bottom lip, a low growl filled the space between them. No more teasing, no more games, no more feeling as though he couldn't do anything for fear of killing her. With one quick flick of his wrists, he had her shirt pulled over her head and falling to the ground. The sudden rush of air caused her to gasp but he silenced the sound with the soft pressure of his mouth against hers, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging the elastic holding it up.

"Don't hate me for this Teresa."

"I won't." Her hair fell around her shoulders once he'd worked it free. He could see better than she could in the dark, he knew that but when she let her eyes slowly open he could tell she could see the questions he hadn't voiced swirling in the air between them. "I'm me."

Two words - two very strange words if you thought about it - and he was pulling her down with him, as he dropped to his knees. He'd never thought they'd be doing this out in the middle of no where in just a tent but she'd started it. Though the blame could be lain on both he supposed, he didn't exactly protest when she pushed him back to rest against the blankets or when she covered his mouth with her own.

Jane woke to soft female curves pressed into his side, warm breath fanning against his chest and he was pretty sure that he was now addicted to the woman in his arms. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her, all of it was intoxicating for him. As long as he didn't start feeling hungry, everything would be okay. He hoped. It should be unless she really hadn't been herself, unless she regretted it. Things were always against them, between them, keeping them away from each other. He shouldn't have been so weak, shouldn't have been so entranced with her but he couldn't stop himself. He didn't regret anything though. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't make himself.

Brushing the tangled hair back from her face, he smiled and let his thumb ghost over the apple of her cheek. She turned her head into him, moving away from his touch with a groan. They'd only managed a couple hours of sleep. The sun was just coming up and considering it'd been three in the morning when she'd come to him, he guessed maybe two hours. A little less was more likely. The arm holding her close tightened, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. He wanted to wake her, he needed to wake her. They needed to talk, he'd been avoiding it but there was no getting away from it now. Not after what they'd done.

"Teresa." Another groan was his only answer as she nuzzled deeper into his chest. "Wake up, come on we need to talk."

Tired eyes fluttered open, a flash of brilliant green in the dim light before they closed again. He hated that she was so tired, when they got out of this place he would make sure she slept for at least eight hours. As badly as he wanted to let her sleep, he knew that he couldn't. With a prodding finger, he poked her lightly in the side and watched as she fought to open her eyes again. Finally she managed. With a furrowed brow she looked up at him, seemingly confused as to why she was in his tent and then he saw the recognition flood her features. She remembered, he braced himself for the reaction.

"That wasn't a dream?" Not exactly what he'd expected her first words to be.

"No."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. You?" He found it interesting that she'd been the first to ask. Personally, he was more worried about her thoughts on the matter than his own.

"Yeah. I'll be so happy when we go home so you'll stop asking me if I'm okay." Grasping her battered wrist, he brought it up to his mouth and let it rest against his lips. He'd hurt her the first day, leaving a bruise behind. With a flick of his fingers, he pushed her hair to the side to view her marred neck. He'd hurt her the second day, leaving scratches and blood. He dreaded to think what the third day would bring, though so far it'd been pretty good. "No regrets?"

He shook his head, tugging her up to press his mouth to hers but something stopped him. There was a loud female voice, shouting something he couldn't make out. Alura, he knew that much but the words were too jumbled. With a sigh, he moved away and set out to find some clothes. She followed suit knowing that it wouldn't be long until someone was unzipping their tent and it would be less embarrassing if they had clothes on.

In a short five minute time span, the sound of the zipper being pulled echoed. Alura's bright smile was the first thing they could see, her wild pink hair was the second. Both were suddenly grateful that they were dressed and decent. Anella appeared at her side, a smile to match. That's when they realized something good must have happened.

"Found the cave, let's go. Leave all of your stuff, you don't need it." In a haste Jane and Lisbon climbed out of the tent and followed the two women to the edge of the river. With searching eyes, they scanned the area until their gazes settled on it at the same time. To their left, a little ways down the river and smack dab in the middle of it was the cave they'd been looking for. It hadn't been there the day before. "Feeling hungry yet Patrick?"

"No, thank you for the meal this morning but I meant to ask you why didn't you..."

"Why didn't I tell you that mine or Alura's blood would sustain you for a lengthy period of time? I didn't think you'd need it, and then I saw Teresa's neck. I knew that you wouldn't be able to control yourself again. Honestly I've never seen someone this affected. It's never been this powerful before."

"It's a lot better now, the feeling of being pulled apart is gone." Lisbon let her fingers, brush against his in a comforting manner. "Never this powerful before huh? So why am I the special case?"

"I don't know but we're about to find out. Here, take this." Something that looked like a handmade modified version of a bow and arrow was handed to him, while Lisbon was given something resembling her gun. He frowned a little, why'd he get stuck with something that looked like it came from a medieval fight when Lisbon managed to get a gun? "Three chances to kill. Aim for the neck, the heart and the forehead. Those are your best bets, though not guaranteed."

"The bow I made." Alura seemed proud to chirp in with that bit of information. Jane believed it. By looking at the thing it seemed as though a three year old had decided to do arts and crafts using sticks and string, maybe some tape. "The weapons won't kill him. It's what's on them that might. A chemical compound that's quite deadly to humans."

"Alura and I researched everything on the matter. As old as he is, since we're not really sure, it might simply stun him or it could really injure him. If we're lucky it'll kill. Don't worry Teresa, you're safe as long as Patrick doesn't shoot you. Oh and stay close, it's very easy to get lost in the cave." Jane wasn't sure he liked the way they were talking, they seemed to think that they were going to have a run in with the man who'd threatened Lisbon and killed a man. He didn't really like that though, but he knew it's the whole reason they were here in the first place. Justice and all that. With a long glance towards Lisbon, he noticed the deep breath she took and the slight tremble in her hands but she seemed okay. She nodded at him to let him know she was ready and he done the same to her. Whatever the outcome of this trip, they were both ready to catch this guy and go home.

a/n: So the creepy guy was supposed to be back in this chapter to shake up their relationship....and then that didn't happen. Meh. Jane and Lisbon ran away with this one.

Next chapter: "Lisbon? Teresa!" In a panicked state, Jane jerked around in every direction looking for the woman who had just been at his side. She was gone.