Reckless. Foolish. As she began to drink Jack thought of all the ways this was stupid and destructive. Like he was begging for death. In a way he was, and he made no move to stop her. It wasn't like he wouldn't bounce right back.

He didn't even spare a thought about how she might feel killing someone.

He simply kept his hand on her head, holding her close, until the life in him winked out. HIs hand fell and he tore away from her bite as he dropped to his knees, dead.