(A/N): So I decided to do a special chapter for Valentine's Day... It took me all day to write- it took me three hours just to type it up from where I had written it in the book. It was 23 pages long. This chapter is a monster, and is 6,735 words long- that's longer than Kit and Caboodle (the longest chapter so far) was when I first wrote it, and only a few hundred words shorter than it ended up being when I posted it. This chapter is Valentine's Day THEMED, not SET ON Valentine's Day. Basically, it's Lisbet and Jerremyah's last anniversary, before they split up, and they get up to some... shenanigans. This chapter is a BONUS chapter, which means that you will still get the next chapter tomorrow (aka the 15th), it will just now be the 336th chapter instead of the 335th like it was supposed to be.

Lisbet

January 15th, 1966

Jerremyah had been acting strangely, lately. He had been more protective- he had always been protective of me, even after I had managed to convince him to turn me, and even after I had become a capable vampire in my own right, but this was different. This wasn't mere caution, and a desire to not see me get hurt- this was a need to keep me as far away from any potential source of danger as possible... which is something that he had never exhibited towards me- or anyone else- before.

One of the reasons I had agreed to enter a relationship with him was that, ever since he had been forced to come clean about actually being a vampire- and subsequently changing the entire dynamic of our relationship- he had always treated me like an equal. Even before that point, he had never treated me as 'less than'- unlike every other man had treated women in that time period.

Hopefully, he would get over whatever had caused the change in his behavior soon, because it was starting to get on my nerves.

I couldn't let that bother me today, though. It was our anniversary- our three hundred and ninth anniversary, to be exact- and we had started the day perfectly: in the middle of the afternoon, curled up around each other in our bed. After a few hours of lazing around at home, we had apparated away from our brick and flint terrace house in Thetford, to just around the corner from a new nightclub in the West End.

As we landed, Jerremyah's hand clenched around mind- as if, unconsciously, he was trying to make sure I was still there with him- before his grip quickly loosened, as if he were worried about hurting me. I pulled my hand free of his, and he offered me his arm the way he liked to do in public- I took it happily, and snuggled up to his side. We made an odd couple like this- me, in my mini dress and tights, and Jerremyah in his leather jacket, levi jeans and biker boots.

As vampires, we didn't often feel the need to adhere to mortal fashion trends- fickle and ever changing- but sometimes, it did make it easier to blend in, and the Rocker style had basically been made for Jerremyah- or maybe he just looked good in damn near everything. I wasn't quite emulating the mod style, as bright colors weren't my thing- or colors at all, really. Black, with a few white accents, had been my main color palette ever since I had become a novitiate- the rising skirt length was new, though, and I could only imagine what the Novice Mistress would think of the fact that she could see halfway up my thigh. Then again- I glanced sideways at Jerremyah, who met my look with a tantalizing smirk- that was probably far from the only thing that would have her rolling in her grave.

People moved out of our way long before we got close, and it was a toss up as to whether that was because their base survival instincts were telling them to flee from the people they didn't even know were vampires, or because their common sense was telling them that Jerremyah, in his Rocker attire, was trouble. Little did they know that he was just as dangerous in the cream plush knit jumper he'd been wearing before we left- or that he was most dangerous, by far, when he was naked.

We reached the entrance to the club, and just a few minutes- and some skillful intimidation, slash subtle Influencing- later, we were in front of the bouncer. He was a large man, thick and muscular, with at least a few inches of height on Jerremyah- but he still eyed him like he was some sort of predator- which, I guess, he was. The issue was, so was I, but the bouncer paid me very little mind.

"Keep ya boyfriend in check, 'right Love?" Jerremyah looked like he wanted to strangle him for the casual use of one of his favorite terms of endearment, and the bigger man gulped at the sight.

"I'll keep him on a tight leash." The bouncer's head whipped around, and he stared at me with a horrified expression on his face- as if he had just realised that I was just as dangerous, if not more so, than my 'boyfriend'. It was the face of someone who had just realized they were being stalked by an apex predator, with no hope of escape- I thought it was quite appropriate.

Neither of us missed the fact that the bouncer's hand shook as he waved us in, and I was glad that Jerremyah had waited until we had passed the poor man to flash me his biggest, toothiest grin. We immediately made our way to the bar, and ordered our drinks. One of the perks of vampirism- other than short lines to get into clubs- was that people were so intimidated by you that you always got your drinks quickly... and correctly. One of the cons was that alcohol didn't really have any effect on us without special enhancements- but tonight wasn't about drinking, it was about spending time together, like normal couples did.

We secured ourselves a booth in the darkest possible corner of the club- and by 'secured', I mean that Jerremyah had marched right up to the booths previous occupants, and growled out, "Leave." And they had- no Influencing required. In the dimly lit booth, we sat nursing our drinks, pressed up against each other as if for warmth, listening to whatever band happened to be playing right now- like we did a lot of nights, in clubs like this one.

Jerremyah's body wiggled against mine as he tapped his foot to the beat, lightly swaying to the music- and subsequently swaying me, seeing as I was in contact with him. He reached out with the arm that wasn't wrapped around my shoulders, and snagged my drink from the table in front of us.

"Hey!" I protested quietly, and I saw his smile at the upper edge of my vision, from my heads position resting on his shoulder.

"What? You don't want to share a drink with your boyfriend?" Ugh, of course he was going to tease me about that.

"No, I don't want to share a drink with my boyfriend." I watched his smile drop into a pout, and I straightened up so I could kiss him- and as always, he made a small, quiet humming noise when I did so. "I could be convinced to share a drink with my mate, though." Jerremyah lit up- there was no other term for it. The corner of his eyes crinkled, and the eyes themselves practically sparkled- like sun across the surface of the rippling sea.

"A drink?" He said, raising my glass in his hand. "Or a drink?" He inclined the glass towards the dance floor, where most of the clubs patrons resided.

"That depends. Are you going to behave yourself?" Jerremyah's less than perfect self control was an issue I didn't like dealing with at the best of times- but especially not on our anniversary, when we were supposed to be celebrating our relationship.

"That depends." He repeated. "Are you going to spend the whole time riling me up?" As always, we had different concerns. I was worried about him accidentally killing or turning someone, and he was worried about me making him horny. To be fair, he was right to be worried about that, given my track record.

"Considering that this is a muggle club, and we're almost certainly going to have to Influence someone to join us for a drink, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to use them to rile you up." He gave me a skeptical look, and I rolled my eyes at him fondly. "What are you feeling, bloke or bird? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?" I knew that Greygorry's favorite were the redheads, but Jerremyah usually let me pick.

"You pick, I'm not fussed." I think he just knew that if I was attracted to them, he was more likely to get to enjoy both of us- but sleeping with someone you had recently Influenced- even when the Influencing had nothing to do with sex- was extremely problematic territory, consent wise, so it wasn't going to be happening.

Maybe, though, if after we had fed, we found someone else we were both interested in... I scanned what I could see of the dance floor, looking for a good target. After a minute or two, I saw someone split away from the crowd, in order to make their way towards the bar.

"Her." Jerremyah's eyes followed my gaze, and I knew the moment he saw her, because he laughed.

"You're predictable." I shrugged- I had the feeling that, if I looked back on the few people he had picked in the past, I would find a pattern there as well- a pattern of dark haired people who liked to talk back, and had a tendency to be hard to control.

I gave him one last kiss on the lips, and slipped out of the booth, making my way towards the bar- and the girl. When I got close to her, I noticed that she was average height, a few inches shorter than me- which was perfect, because it meant that Jerremyah wouldn't have to bend too far in half in order to bite her, but I would still get to watch him curl around her.

I didn't know whether her hair was actually the caramel color it looked to be under the lights of the club, or whether it was actually light brown, but the way it looked now was oddly similar to Jerremyah's own hair color, funnily enough. She looked a lot sweeter than Jerremyah, though- and briefly, I wondered if she would taste just as sweet as she looked. I leaned against the bar beside her, and immediately, the bartender came over to us, like I had somehow Influenced him from across the room.

"What'll it be, Love?" It was directed at me- entirely at me, actually. It was like the girl didn't even exist. I could feel Jerremyah's eyes on my back, and knew he was, once again, unhappy with another man calling me 'love'. He should know by now that it didn't affect me the same way it did when he said it. I turned my body sideways, to face the girl- who looked quite surprised by my attention.

"I believe you were here first- What do you want? It's on me." I kept my voice low, practically purring, and she flushed under my focus.

"I- Vodka Cranberry, please." She squeaked, and I felt my lips curve at the sound, before I turned back to the bartender.

"A Vodka Cranberry, if you please." He nodded, and immediately started rushing to make the girl her drink- she watched him for a second, looking stunned and confused, before she turned back to me.

"I'm sorry, I- I don't know who you are?" Of course she didn't- that was kind of the point.

"That's because I'm no one." She seemed more confused, now, and briefly glanced at the harried bartender.

"But... he's treating you like you're someone." Someone threatening.

"A good bartender gives good service." And a smart bartender got a vampire their drink quickly, or he risked becoming one. Her eyebrows furrowed, and I couldn't help but mentally compare her to a confused bunny- She looked like prey.

"My friends and I have been trying to get drinks for ages, and this is the first time they've even taken our order before the ten minute mark." That's because you're human- and he isn't scared of you, like he's scared of me.

"I suppose I do have a certain advantage that you don't." She stared at me, waiting for an answer, but I just smiled, and a second later, the bartender put the drink in front of me.

"Here you are, Miss." I moved to pay him, and the bartender held up his hand. "On the house." The way he was avoiding my eyes, made me think it was an attempt to keep me from taking out any displeasure I may have had with the service on him.

"Really? Thank you." Immediately, I slid the glass over to the girl. "I'm Lisbet." She hesitated.

"Evie- Evelyn." I smiled at her, as kindly as I could.

"That's a beautiful name- Evie." She looked pleased that I thought so, curling her hand around her glass. "Say, Evie- I'm here with my boyfriend-" It was still weird to call him that, but husband would only be more likely to scare her off, and 'mate' wasn't a thing with humans. "Would you like to join us?" Her face dropped, and she glanced back at the dance floor- where her friends were waiting, no doubt.

"I- I should be getting back to my friends." I nodded, still smiling.

"That's alright, Evie. I just thought I'd extend the offer." She smiled back at me, sadly.

"Sorry, Lisbet. I'll... see you around?" I nodded, and waved her off to rejoin her friends. After a few minutes of standing at the bar- repeatedly dismissing the overly attentive bartender- I made my way back to the booth, and back to Jerremyah.

"Welcome back, My Love." The fact that he said 'My Love' instead of just 'Love', told me that he had heard the bartender call me Love- not that I had ever thought that he wouldn't. "Who's your next choice?" Come on, Jer, you know me better than that!

"This isn't over." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Give me your jacket." Now, they both furrowed.

"What are you planning?" I shoved at the jacket, trying to push in off his shoulders without his help, and he huffed out a laugh. "Alright, alright, I'll take the damn jacket off." He pulled back, and shucked off the jacket- immediately, I snatched it out of his hands, and slipped it on myself.

It was big on me- loose, and long- but it smelled like him, which is the only reason I had put it on. He watched me fondly as I buried my nose in the neckline of the jacket, before he spoke.

"Okay, you have the jacket- now what?" I eyed him pointedly.

"Oh, the jacket's just for me." He cracked a smile.

"But you said you weren't giving up-" He cut himself off, as I grinned.

"We're not giving up." He stared at me for a second, uncomprehending, before it dawned on him, and he sighed.

"Lisbet, if I wanted to seduce virgins, I would-" I cut him off, arching an eyebrow at him.

"You'd go back three hundred and nine years and seduce me all over again?" He blushed at the reminder.

"You-" I smirked at him. "Ugh, fine. I don't know why you're expecting this to work-" I cut him off.

"Worked on me just fine." He rolled his eyes, and got up- before immediately leaning back down, over me.

"Kiss for luck?" I moved in close to him, my lips millimeters from his.

"Luck." Our lips met, and I was unsure which of us had actually initiated the kiss. I was the one who pulled away first- Jerremyah always made me be the one to pull away. "Go get her." He threw me a grin, and sauntered off towards the dance floor.

I sat in the booth, sipping my drink- Jerremyah's drink? I didn't know anymore. One of the glasses had disappeared somewhere, but they had both been identical anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered. I huddle down in Jerremyah's jacket, sipped our Whiskey Sour, and eavesdropped on my mates attempt to seduce another woman from across the club. First, of course, I had to listen to her friends appreciative cooing.

"He is. So. Hot." One of them said- I assume it would have been a whisper, if they hadn't had to fight to be heard over the music. I- and subsequently Jerremyah- could hear them just fine. The rest of the group made various sounds of agreement to the first girls statement.

"I know, but look at those tattoos- clearly, he's trouble." Oh, honey- It wasn't the tattoos that made him trouble.

"I don't care," The first one said. "That face, that hair, that arse in those jeans-" Okay, that was about enough of that. Through a gap in the crowd, I caught Jerremyah cocking an eyebrow at me, and I rolled my eyes- as if his ego needed more inflating.

"Hettie, shush!" This, this was Evie.

"Oh come on! You agree with me, don't you Evie? I've seen you eyeing off those tattooed blokes- like you'd like to trace 'em with your tongue, don't lie." Oh? Clearly, I had set my trap well- now I just needed Evie to take the bait.

"Shh- Hettie!" Hettie laughed at her friends flustered reaction.

"Go talk to him- if nothing else, just to say you did!" Evie tried to protest, but Hettie just pushed her towards Jerremyah, who stopped in his tracks, as if he was just now seeing her for the first time, there in his path. "Hi!" Hettie chirped. "My friend thinks you're hot." And with that, Hettie turned on her heel, and went back to the rest of their friends- leaving Evie to flounder.

"I- uh- I'm... sorry about her." Jerremyah smiled at her- wider than he typically did, and I suspected it was just so he could show off his dimples. I knew the wonders those dimples could work- even now, after over three hundred years, I wanted to lick them every time they made an appearance.

"It's okay- Well, it's okay if she was telling the truth." Evie flushed an even brighter red, and I could tell that Jerremyah was doing his best to look sincere, rather than teasing he like he normally would- like was basically his standard facial expression at this point.

"I- well- yes." He grinned, and she just about melted- and I couldn't blame her. If I remember correctly, the first time Jerremyah had grinned at me- not just a polite smile, but a real grin- I had strongly considered throwing away all of my teachings, and throwing myself at him. "I'm Evie, by the way." He reached out slowly- giving her time to move away, if she wanted to- and brushed some of her hair away from her face, tucking it be behind her ear in such a gentle manner that it made me hunger.

"Jerremyah." She seemed surprised by his touch, but not displeased by it, flushing- and I knew that Jerremyah could feel that blood rushing to her cheek through her skin as the back of his hand brushed past it. "Can I buy you a drink?" She held up the drink I had just ordered her, and Jerremyah blushed- as if he hadn't known. "Oh... Sorry." He said awkwardly, and she smiled up at him sweetly.

"It's okay. Would you like to dance?" Jerremyah grimaced slightly, somehow still managing to look alluring, and about as approachable and non threatening as a vampire possibly could.

"Oh, you don't want to see that." Jerremyah was actually quite a good dancer, but he didn't like to do it often- and that wasn't the goal, right now. "Would you like to come back to my table, so we can talk?" She looked a bit hesitant, and glanced back to her friends- just like she had last time. This time, though, I saw them gesture at her furiously in various- clearly encouraging- motions. "I promise, I don't bite." Oh, for fu- "Not without permission, at least." Evie blushed again, but at least her attention was back on him.

"I-" She bit her lip. "Sure." He offered her his arm, much like he had to me, after we had apparated at the start of the night. Cautiously, she tucked her hand onto his arm, and he smiled down at her- a big, sunny smile- before starting to head back my way.

Quickly, I downed the last of the drink, and leaned back so I could lounge against the back of the booth, Jerremyah's jacket falling open around me. It was only when they were maybe ten feet from the table, that Evie finally looked away from Jerremyah, and noticed me- and immediately stopped in her tracks.

"What-?" She glanced at Jerremyah, saw his face- saw the way he was looking me, like he knew me, and froze.

"Fancy seeing you here, Evie." She looked like she had seen a ghost- despite the fact that it could only be, at the very most, twenty minutes since we had last spoken, at the bar... and it wasn't like I had voiced my intention to leave, or anything.

"Hi. What are you... Where's your-?" She cut herself off, seeming to realise what she had asked- and whose arm she was on, as she glanced sideways at Jerremyah, who shrugged.

"I don't know, Lisbet, where is your boyfriend?" I rolled my eyes at him, and focused on Evie.

"Come, sit." I patted the bench seat beside me, and she eyed it like it was going to bite her- but the bench wasn't the one she needed to worry about, on that front.

"I- I don't-" I inclined my head to her.

"Are you saying no because you want to, or because you think you should?" She gaped at me for a second, before her jaw snapped shut- and when she opened her mouth next, she still didn't give me an answer.

"What do you want from me?" A good question. Sensible.

"For now, I want you to sit down, so we can talk things through." She glanced to Jerremyah again, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I wouldn't look to me for help- I'm much worse than she is." Debatable. I waited for Evie to look at me again before I rolled my eyes, making it clear that it was directed at him.

"We mean you no harm." She seemed a bit skeptical about this, and I couldn't blame her. "In fact, we need your help." Her eyebrows rose.

"My help? What could you possibly need my help for?" Jerremyah leaned down, bringing his mouth close to her ear- close to her throat, too.

"Why don't you sit down, and find out?" She jumped at his voice in her ear, and slowly, ever so slowly, she extricated herself from Jerremyah's arm, and edged towards the booth- towards me. As she sat down next to me, I carefully took her drink out of her hand, and placed it on the table next to my empty one.

"Jer, sit." Immediately- and in a rare display of obedience- he gently sat down a few inches behind her. Evie inhaled sharply, realising that she was boxed in, and I rested a hand on her arm. "Evie, today is our anniversary." She blinked in surprise- clearly, she hadn't been expecting me to say that.

"That's... great. How long have you two been together?" I met Jerremyah's eyes over her shoulder for the briefest of seconds, before returning my gaze to hers. This was the moment of truth.

"Three hundred and nine years." She blinked again, then laughed.

"No, really!" I stared her down, and slowly, her smile fell. "Wait, what-?" I cut her off, and Jerremyah reached past her body to cup my face with his hand- blocking it from the rest of the clubs' view as I slipped into Sensory Alert, so I could Influence her.

"I need you to stay calm." Immediately, her body relaxed, and the apprehensive look on her face disappeared. "I would have preferred to do this without having to Influence you, but I understand that finding out about the existence of something other than humans living amongst you must be pretty harrowing." She nodded softly. "I meant what I said, when I told you that we mean you no harm." I glanced at Jerremyah over her shoulder. "I'll protect you from him, I promise." She gave me the sweetest, most angelic smile.

"Okay." I gave her a reassuring smile- even if she was Influenced to stay calm, it felt... mean, not to try to negate any fear she might have typically had.

"Here's how this is going to happen- Jerremyah is going to get up, and head to the bathroom. If anyone's in there, he's going to make them leave, without causing a fuss." It was pointed, because I knew if he thought he could get away with it, Jerremyah would bodily throw them out, just to prove he could. "When he gives me the all clear, you and I are going to follow- and once we're inside, he's going to bite you." Evie's mouth dropped open.

"Bite me? Why would he bite me?" Jerremyah leaned in close behind her, and dragged his mouth up the side of of throat- and I heard her suck in a gasp that certainly wasn't caused by fear.

"So I can drink your blood, of course." He was enjoying teasing her way too much now that he knew she couldn't freak out.

"O-Oh. Is it going to be painful?" I gave her a soft look.

"A little bit, at first. But after that, no- you won't feel any pain." She seemed relieved by this.

"Well, that's good. Why do you want my blood? Is it tasty?" Jerremyah huffed out a laugh.

"Very. And I'm sure your blood, in particular, will be delicious." She looked almost proud about this assertion. "And after I bite you, Lisbet is going to pull me off of you- and then, she's going to take her turn with you." Evie swallowed thickly.

"Is this... Something you do a lot? Like... an anniversary tradition, or something?" Jerremyah and I shared a look.

"Not exactly a tradition, but we have shared someone before-" She shivered delicately, as if we were talking about sharing her in a very different way. Well... Okay, maybe it wasn't that different. "A friend of ours taught us how to do it- trust me, you haven't lived until you've seen those two share a woman." Jerremyah shot me a look- he knew I wasn't just talking about feeding from the same person now- and he knew by 'a woman', I meant me. Evie didn't know any of that, though, but even so, she seemed tantalized by it.

"Stop teasing the poor girl." Jerremyah chastised lightly- fondly- and I waved a hand at him.

"Better get going then, Lover." I purred, and he leaned over Evie's shoulder to kiss me, before he left- leaving me alone her.

"Have you really been together for over three hundred years?" I considered her for a second, before nodding. "Wow, that's- that's so... romantic." As I listened to Jerremyah 'convincing' people to leave the bathroom, I thought so too.

"We're Soulmates." I said simply, and she sighed wistfully.

"I didn't figure you for a romantic, Lisbet." I felt my eyebrows furrow, and I shook my head.

"It's a vampire thing- Usually, if two vampires are together long enough, they develop a bond like no other. He's my mate, and I'm his." She frowned.

"So you didn't choose him?" I didn't say that.

"'Choose' isn't the right word. I didn't choose to have feelings for him when we first met- it just happened. I have chosen to spend almost every day with him since, though, and I think that's much more important." She was silent for a second.

"Yeah... I think that's a lot more important." It was at this point that Jerremyah chose to signal me, from the bathroom.

"Come on, Jer's ready for us." I took her arm, and she let me guide her over to the bathroom- I pushed the door open, and saw Jerremyah leaning up against one of the bathroom stalls, looking way more tempting that he should, considering that we were in a public bathroom- and a mens bathroom, no less.

"Hello again, Lover." I could have rolled my eyes at him, but instead, I smiled.

"Hello again, Dearest." He seemed delighted by this. "Would you like to do the honors?" I moved to stand behind Evie, guiding her towards him. When we were only a foot or so away, I swept my hand across her throat, pulling her hair back to bare her to him.

His eyes locked to her pulse point, and I watched his mouth drop open as he breathed her in. His eyes darted to meet mine, and by the time they dropped back down to her pulse point, he was in Sensory Alert, and through his parted lips, I saw his elongated fangs poking out.

"Oh, wow." Evie gasped out- I suppose it was fitting that she was more impressed with Jerremyah, considering that the contrast between him in Sensory Alert and not, was a lot more severe than it was for me. He leaned forward, and trailed the back of one of his claws down her neck- and I felt her shiver at the sensation.

"Don't be scared." He murmured, but I knew, with the Influencing, there was no possible way that it was fear she was feeling.

"I'm not." He smiled, and even I thought that it looked a little intimidating.

"I'm going to bite you now." He met my eyes over her shoulder, and I gave him a quick nod- I was ready to stop him from over-indulging, if- when- the need arose.

"Okay. Um... bon appetit?" He barked out a laugh, and even I felt myself smile.

"Merci beaucoup." Her surprise was evident, before he leaned down close, and bit her. She and I hissed in a breath at the same time, for different reasons- mine was the scent of her blood hitting my nose, so close but unable to get a taste yet, and hers was at least partially not pain. I say it wasn't all pain, because when Jerremyah's arms went around her to drag her flush to him, she burrowed into his body in return- trying to get as close to him as physically possible.

I knew when his pain numbing venom hit her system, because she gave a quiet little, "Oh." and bared her throat to his fangs even further, which earned her a satisfied groan from Jerremyah.

"Doing so well," I said, squeezing her arm- and reaching up to run my hand through his hair. "That's enough, now." He groaned again, pulling her closer, and I sighed. "I said, that's enough." I slipped into Sensory Alert, and pressed my claws to his throat. One of his eyes slid open, and he watched me warily, but didn't stop drinking- until, that is, I dug the claw of my index finger into where his pulse would be if he had one.

I could tell that the vampire part of him- the part that wanted to drain Evie dry, or rip her apart trying- wanted to growl at me, but knew that doing so would just tear him up in the process. "Stop." For a long moment, he didn't move, his teeth still in her neck, but no longer drawing blood- which was good, but I knew from past experience, that if I backed off now, he would go right back to it- and Evie wasn't the only one who would suffer.

"Is this normal?" Evie asked, her throat still eagerly bared, and I sighed again.

"Unfortunately, for him, it is." I dug another claw into his throat, and I felt the muscles there flex around the intruding appendages. "Let her go." Both of his eyes were open now, and he stared me down, his own blood leaking down his neck and soaking into the cloth of his shirt. I inserted a third claw, and his eyes bulged slightly. "Please." Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his head, and I moved my hand with him- knowing that he was lifting his head, because he couldn't put his fangs away until his bloodlust was gone- and his bloodlust wouldn't be gone until the source of the blood was.

His fangs slid out of her skin, and as he pulled back, Evie moaned- whether that was at the sensation, or the sight of his fangs slick with her blood, I didn't know. I leaned forward, over her unbitten side, and licked my way into his mouth- tasting her on his tongue, and suckling some of her blood out of the hollow points of his fangs for myself.

As I moaned, I thought it sounded odd, and it was because I wasn't the only one displaying my pleasure at the action- Jerremyah's throat rumbled, even with my claws still buried in it, and Evie groaned at the sight of us sharing her blood between us, above her head. I pulled back from Jerremyah- slowly removing my claws from his flesh, but keeping their tips pressed to his skin, in case he got any ideas- and lowered my mouth to Evie's throat.

"Are you ready for more, Sweetheart?" She shivered, arching her back to get closer to me, and I got an idea- a fantastic idea, if I do say so myself. I smoothed my non-bloody hand up the column of her throat, pushing her hair to the side. "Turn around for me." She did as I instructed, and I pushed her backwards into Jerremyah's chest- making sure to put her uninjured side closest to his face, rather than tempt him even further. He wrapped his arms around her, one around her waist, the other taking my place holding her hair back- it would be a pity to get it all bloody, after all.

"Please." She said, and I looked down at her, pushing in close as I slipped into Sensory Alert. "Bite me." I obliged her- leaning to the side, and slipping my fangs into her already partially healed wound. Even as I injected some more numbing venom into her, I felt her heart rate speed up, and as I started drawing blood, I both heard and felt her moan again, her arms coming up to wrap around me, tugging me closer, even as I forced her backwards into Jerremyah's strong, hard body.

"Doing so well... So well." Jerremyah told her in a hushed tone, and I hummed my agreement into her throat, my fangs buzzing in her skin. She tasted good- sweet, but tangy. She was just as delicious as I had thought she would be- just as delicious as Jerremyah had assumed she would be.

A second too late, I felt Jerremyah tense, and just as I started to move to dig my claws into his throat, he- spun us? Suddenly, my back was the one against the bathroom stall, and I heard Jerremyah grunt in pain, before the entire world started to spin.

I was confused- my claws hadn't made him grunt before, so why had they done so now? And why did it feel like we were apparating? The world stopped spinning, and I recognised our familiar living room- with its plush sofa, sturdy coffee table, and its splinched muggle girl, and my mate with a wooden stake in his back.

Wait, what?

"What the fuck just-" Jerremyah cut me off.

"She's hurt, help her- she can't afford to lose any more blood." As it was, she was looking worryingly pale, but still, I hesitated.

"The stake-" He shook his head.

"It's nowhere near my heart- they missed." He locked eyes with me, and I was puzzled by the pure relief I saw in them. "They missed." It was then that I realised exactly what had happened- we had been attacked, a wooden stake had been- thrown? Shot? It had been propelled with speed, but not at Jerremyah- no, until he had spun us, Jerremyah had had his back against the wall, and because of that, he had been the only one to see the threat coming- and had the time to decide to turn us, and take the stake for me.

He was relieved, not because they had missed him, or in general- but because they had missed me. For fucks sake, I was wearing a motorcycle jacket- if anyone was going to be safe from the stake, it was me!

"You- I need to-" I wasn't going to be able to relax until that stake was out of him- until it was out of our goddamn house all together. "You shouldn't have turned us- You could have died-" He cut me off, slowly easing himself to the ground, so he could rest his upper chest against the coffee table.

"If I hadn't turned us, you'd be dead right now. The only reason I'm alive right now is because my heart is higher up than yours. And if you think I would ever make any other choice in that situation, even if it ended with me dead, you're wrong." He didn't meet my eyes. "Better me than you." I felt like screaming. No, no it wasn't better- it wasn't even feasible! If we go, we go together, or not at all!

"Don't you dare-" He cut me off.

"Help her." I ignored him, moving closer. "Lis- I won't let her die on my watch. Not another one." I hesitated, and rested my hand on his back, where I knew his heart was, even if I couldn't feel it beating. He was right- the stake was about five inches below where it should- shouldn't, be- Almost exactly our height difference. "Lis, we don't have time-" I wrapped my around the stake, and yanked. "Fuck!" Not for the first time, I was glad that we had magically soundproofed our entire home, so we didn't have to worry about our neighbors complaining about our foul language, or 'indecent conduct'.

"Sorry, but please remember that you were telling me that I needed to hurry." He let out a winded noise, and I moved on to Evie, who was still standing where we had apparated in, but looked like she was barely staying on her feet- swaying slightly. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Evie." She flashed me a weak, but sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry your anniversary got cut short." I huffed out a nerve riddled laugh, and started patching her up- with venom, with magic- she'd already seen us apparate, anyway- healing spells and magically conjured bandages, both. After we had patched her up- Jerremyah having recovered enough to offer some minor assistance about halfway through- Evie spoke up.

"What are you going to do with me, now?" I hesitated, glancing at Jerremyah, before returning my gaze to her. "I mean, I figure you're not going to kill me now that you've patched me up, but your weird mind control wore off after we teleported here- you have a lovely home, by the way- so you know I'm not, like... freaking out, or anything, so... what are your plans?" My eyebrows furrowed.

"Thanks, I did absolutely none of the decorating." Jerremyah told her, clearly referring to her compliment about our house, and I elbowed him gently in the side. "What? She's not going to believe I had a hand in this!" I rolled my eyes at him in exasperation, but I feared it came off more like fond, considering I was still just relieved that we were all alive.

"After we fed from you, we were supposed to erase your memory of what happened- since your friends were there, we would probably leave you with some pleasant- but ultimately false- memories, just so there were no clear discrepancies." Evie frowned.

"But... but I don't want to forget." I sighed.

"Well, it probably wouldn't work as effectively as we would need it to, now, anyway. You know too much, and it's been too long." Evie looked pleased about this. "And trauma tends to cement experiences into a mind, even when the actual memory of an event is gone." She looked decidedly less pleased about that.

"So, what are my options?" Jerremyah and I shared a look, and I waved him forward.

"I... I might know someone who can help."

(A/N): Lisbet, trying to seduce Evie: 'Would you like to join me and my boyfriend?'

Evie, oblivious: 'Oh, she has a boyfriend, she's not interested in me.'

Lisbet: *sends Jerremyah to seduce Evie*

Evie: *is interested, but too shy to do anything about it*

Hettie: 'Oh, no, you're going to talk to the hot bad boy, and you're going to like it!'

Jerremyah: *leads Evie over to Lisbet*

Evie: *sees Lisbet*

Evie: *disaster bi activated*

also

Jerremyah: 'And after I bite you, Lisbet is going to pull me off of you- and then, she's going to take her turn with you.'

Evie: 'Oh, PLEASE take turns with me!'

Translations:

Bon appetit = Good Appetite (a salutation to someone who's about to eat, in the hopes that they enjoy their meal)

Merci Beaucoup = Thank you very much (or Thanks a lot)

Also, yes, Lisbet and Jerremyah are appropriating Mods and Rockers fashion. The nightclub is based on places like The Scotch of St James, The Ad Lib Club, and Sibylla's.

Thetford is a town in Norfolk, and Lisbet and Jerremyah own a brick and flint (referring to the exterior material of the building) terraced house (houses that share side walls with each other, in a row.) In some places, like America, these are known as Row Houses.

The Whiskey Sour was first mentioned in a Bartender's Guide Book in 1862. The Vodka Cranberry (also known as the Cape Cod or Cape Codder) was basically invented in the 1940's by the popular cranberry juice brand Ocean Spray, to drive up sales. A Whiskey Sour typically contains whiskey, lemon juice and sugar, and optionally a dash of egg whites (I imagine Lisbet and Jerremyah got theirs without, because they're vampires, and they don't really need to eat, so... yeah). A Vodka Cranberry is literally just Vodka, and Cranberry Juice. There are variations on this, but this is what Evie ordered- and one of the reasons she was annoyed that the bartender was taking so long all night, because it's like... the easiest cocktail ever.

Obviously, this isn't the last we see of Evie, but this IS probably going to be the last time we see her in 1966.

Also, I just wanted to say... this is January 15th, 1966. Around Christmas time, when Leo was six years old (so, 1966), Leo attended the Joannis Family Christmas Gala, which is where he met Brooke. So, like... two to three weeks before this, little Leo and Brooke were meeting. The Flashback from chapter 90, Boo and the Beast, which depicts that event, takes place just before this, in the grand scheme of things.