Hello, beautiful people! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. We are now at 90 reviews, which is the second-highest number of all my fics - and that makes me very happy today. Could we make it to 100 reviews? I'm counting on you, guys - if you are reading this and haven't reviewed so far - now is the perfect time to do that.

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(Also - I am so going to re-watch 'Interview with a vampire' this weekend. I fricking love that movie so.)

"Jacquelin." Raphael's voice on the other end of the line sounded just the same it had more than 100 years ago - smooth and dark like red wine, like blood on the cobblestoned street.

"You stole my boyfriend. I will fucking kill you!" Jackie breathed into the phone, unable to hold her tongue. "You are so dead-"

"Well, technically I am dead," Raphael said with a dry laugh. "That never bothered you before, nor did it stop you from coming to my bed, sweetheart."

"Still dwelling on that?"

"I have missed you," Raphael said. "I have missed the taste of you on my lips. Tell me you haven't missed me if you wish, my angel, but I shan't believe you."

"Yeah, I have missed you like one misses the plague," Jackie muttered and turned her back to Joe who was silently observing her every gesture.

She didn't want Joe picking up the heating of her cheeks, the fastening of her breathing at Raphael's audacious words. She despised the way her treacherous heart still reacted to that - still, after 100 years, after everything that had happened. Even if she quite rightfully hated his guts, she would always remember the night of New Orleans, his hands on her trembling skin when he had opened the laces of her corset and kissed her neck with his cold lips.

That didn't mean Jackie wouldn't kill that bastard tonight, though. By taking Sam, he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

"I love the way you insult me." Raphael laughed. "Makes me remember the good times."

"Funny, I only remember the bad ones." Jackie lied smoothly. "Now, return my boyfriend, will you? I've had enough of this."

"Enough?" Raphael clicked his tongue. "I took something that belongs to you because you have something that belongs to me. Come to me tonight, and bring me the diamond, and you shall have your lover back."

Jackie's heart was hammering in her chest and with every regretful beat, she remembered the blazing heat of the volcano, the ash in her hair, the soot on her face. The sharp edges of the diamond against her palm, and the emptiness that followed as it fell from her fingers into the fire and lava, was eaten by the roaring mouth of the mountain.

The one moment in her life when she had been purely selfless.

And now?

She had destroyed the diamond to be with Sam. And now that would cost her his life.

"How can I come to you? I don't even know where you are." she managed, through her trembling lips.

"You know." Raphael made a low chuckle. "And come before midnight, or your pretty boyfriend and his brother, both die screaming."

Jackie's heart plummeted down to her gut. A cold fear filled her lungs and choked her windpipe.

"If you touch him, I shall rip your head off your shoulders with my bare hands." Jackie exhaled into the phone and regretted it immediately.

Showing this much emotion, letting Raphael know how much she cared, was a big mistake. She should've stayed cool, indifferent. Hell, she should've drunk a bottle of whisky before answering this call.

"Oh?" Raphael made a loud laugh. "Don't tell me you have fallen in love with a hunter. Such irony, Jacquelin!"

"Don't be ridiculous." Jackie snapped. "He is a decent fuck, that's all. It would be a shame if he died."

"Is that so?" Raphael replied. "Well, perhaps we will make a deal. You bring me the Black Orlov, and I turn your pretty little toyboy into a vampire, so you can have him to fuck for an eternity?"

That thought made Jackie's chest clench painfully.

Sam as a vampire?

He would hate it. He would pray for Jackie to kill him, before letting that happen.

"Sorry, Raphael. I'm gonna need him back as a human. I prefer a guy with a pulse these days." Jackie made her best to sound as indifferent as she could, even managing a small chuckle.

"Ah, as you wish - just bring me the diamond and you'll have him back - with or without a pulse, that remains to be seen. I am rather hungry and his blood is tasty. You do have the diamond, right?"

"Of course I have it." Jackie lied without a flinch.

"As I thought."

"Just-" Jackie said, sensing that Raphael was about to cut the call. "Just wait-!"

"Yes, dear?"

"Let me talk to Sam. I want to hear if he's still alive."

Raphael made a burst of dry laughter, and Jackie could practically see him in her mind, that obnoxious grin on his beautiful lips.

"Fine," he said. "But only because I have a soft spot for you, Jacquelin."

Some silence followed, then footsteps that echoed in a strange way - a large building then, perhaps a warehouse? - and then a sound of a blade being drawn, and soon after a horrible cry of pain that chilled Jackie's blood.

She would've known that voice anywhere.

"Sam!" She screamed into the phone. "Sam-!"

Sam was making groans of pain and agony, shaky and sharp inhales that turned Jackie's stomach into a tight knot - and then Raphael was back on the phone and he was laughing.

"Satisfied?" he asked. "Or do you want to hear from the brother too?"

"You bastard." Jackie managed, gripping the phone in her shaking hand. "I will-"

"Kill me?" Raphael responded with a chuckle. "I doubt it. What you will do, is bring me the diamond before midnight, or your pretty lover is dead. Come alone and unarmed, if you value his life. Until then, my angel."

He hung up, and Jackie let the phone fall.

She was shaking, her whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Sam's cry of pain echoed in her mind and she wanted to crawl to the bathroom and vomit her guts out.

What had that bastard done to Sam? Where was he keeping him?

I don't even know where you are.

You know.

But she had no fucking idea, no fucking idea where to start looking, and meanwhile, that bastard was slicing Sam up and drinking his blood.

She turned to face Joe, who was still sitting in the armchair, her face even paler than usual, her eyes like endless ponds of black water.

"What did he say?" she asked.

Shuddering, Jackie gave her a short summary of the phone call, and Joe's face grew grimmer with every sentence.

"Just that you know," she said after Jackie had finished. "You officially have the worst taste in men."

"Hey!" Jackie was offended, even if what Joe had said was true. "I did leave him."

"In the end."

"Better late than never," Jackie muttered. "Besides, I have had a bunch of lovely boyfriends, the loveliest being Sam. Whom we are going to save, so let's get into that-"

But just then her phone rang again, making her start.

An unknown number, again. Her heart hammering, Jackie took the call.

"Jackie?" a rough voice at the other end of the line asked. It took a couple of heartbeats for Jackie to recognize that voice, but when she did, she almost stopped breathing out of sheer shock.

"Mr. Winchester." she managed, turning her eyes to Joe.

Joe made furious gestures with her hands, and silently mouthed 'End it!

Which probably would've been the wise thing to do, Jackie knew. But when had she ever done the wise thing? She heard the despair in John's voice and it cut through all her defenses like a blade.

"Jackie, where are my boys?" he asked, that raspy, low voice in her phone.

"I…" her throat bobbed, her numb fingers gripped the phone. There was only one thought in her mind, and that one she could not say out loud: How do you tell a father that his children are dying?

"What have you done to them?" John growled. "Where are they?"

Tears flooded Jackie's eyes, and she barely saw the furious look on Joe's face, nor did she pay any attention to her as she mouthed: "Don't tell that man anything!"

"I am trying to save them." she breathed into the phone.

"Where are they?"

"I… I don't know-"

"You will tell me everything, Jackie." John's voice was like black steel, as hard and as ruthless. "Now."

She swallowed, but the lump in her throat didn't even flinch. She turned her back to Joe, and leaned on the window frame, the day outside was breathtakingly beautiful - the sun was rising, the shattered rays painted the room with shades of pink and gold and Jackie shivered in her pink jammies, the coldness spread from the floor to her bare feet.

They were meant to go to Stanford today. To start looking for a flat, a home, a place to live together. She had booked a table in a nice restaurant for them, had picked a dress for that and all.

And now all she could think about was the sound of the blade, the way Sam had screamed, the muffled sounds of his agonized groans.

"A vampire has them." she managed, though her throat that was thick with tears. "His name is Raphael, but he's not working alone. He has several accomplices, and they took Sam and Dean last night from the nightclub."

"Where? Where is he keeping them?" John's voice broke mid-sentence, and Jackie heard the pain in it, let it pierce her like a spear. For the first time, she knew she deserved his wrath.

"I don't know."

"This is your doing, isn't it?"

"No, I swear! I'm trying to save them..!"

"Like Hell you are. Listen to me now, Jackie," John's voice oozed with hate, "I've known about you for some time now. I know you're not a girl, you are a monster. And I will come for you after I have saved my boys. Hear my words, Jackie - I will kill you-"

And then Joe was there, she snatched the phone from her fingers and ended the call, threw the phone to the bed.

"Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed. "Talking to John Winchester? Telling him anything?"

Tears were running down Jackie's face, John's words still had her in shock - the rage in his voice, the promise to end her life.

"He thinks this is my fault, my doing." she managed. "He thinks I caused this."

Joe's shoulders sank, and she let out a long sigh.

"You didn't," she said silently and took Jackie's hands. "Well, not on purpose. And that man can go fuck himself for all I care."

Jackie made a snort through her tears. "Right."

"Now, go wash your face and get dressed, girl," Joe said, and brought a hand to Jackie's cheek, wiped away most of the tears. "We got work to do."

You do know, where that last line is from, right?

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