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[im_torchwood]

Jack had a very bad habit of letting his guard down. He loved hard and loved well, but in all his long years he was aware that love was brief. Here and there love had lasted for years. Angelo. His wife. Logan. In between there were others, loves great and small. And when love came, even though he knew better, Jack would let his guard down.

Life with Torchwood was all too often painful, bloody, and short. People came and went, but no one retired. No. No one got out so easily.

And the newest, freshest wound was Val. It had all been going so well. Jack's knowledge of tech and Val's understanding of magic had furthered the research into the portal. They were nowhere near being able to pinpoint a time or location, but they'd gotten one to hold steady for a while. It was promising.

Until it all went to hell.

Val went missing right before Jack's eyes. He'd tried desperately to undo what they'd done, but after a while even Jack had to admit he was lost. Gone.

And so Jack threw himself into work. There was no point in drinking- he never got drunk. There was no thirst for companionship- that was just hollow. But work was always there. Work to be done. Aliens to track. Tech to catalogue. A world to keep safe. Jack jumped right back into it and let the satisfaction he found in duty mask the pain of a broken heart.

Tonight he had just confiscated a crate of 'antiquities' and they were loaded in the back of the SUV. He'd let the sellers go since they were just humans who hadn't the first clue about what they were trying to sell. Jack locked the rig up and looked around, trying to decide if he ought to get a bite. He really hadn't been hungry, not since Val vanished, but he knew he needed to eat. He'd died of starvation before and it was a hell of a way to go.

(OTA find him anywhere in London or the outlying towns if you prefer. Jack needs new friends, and old faces will be welcome too!)

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[im_torchwood]

"I think you know what I mean," he said, his voice warm and his eyes sparkling at her as he lifted her chin with a curled knuckle. "Don't look like that. It's okay. Not everyone goes in for Thai."

[kersenjr]

Bonnie flinched and took half a step back. Ever since being abducted and murdered by vampires she hated to be touched. Her body was suddenly screaming at her to run away, but she fought down the panic and stayed where she was. She didn’t want to look like some sort of crazy freak who’d go running from a simple touch on the chin.

[im_torchwood]

"Sorry," Jack said, pulling back. For him, touch was as natural as breathing. He forgot, sometimes, that ordinary people were sometimes uncomfortable with it.

[kersenjr]

"It's okay," Bonnie said, though her voice was unsteady and she kind of wanted to sit down and cry. It wasn't okay, not really, but she didn't want Jack to feel bad.

[im_torchwood]

Jack breathed in, tasting her panic on the tip of his tongue like fresh lemon.

"You dont' have to lie," he said. "You want to sit down? Maybe get some water or something? You don't look ok."

[kersenjr]

"No. It's okay. I'm really okay. I'm fine. I mean it's not--" She realised she was babbling and making herself look worse. "Fuck. Sorry."

[im_torchwood]

"It's okay. It's okay. Just relax," Jack said, his voice like warm honey. "You don't do this much, do you?"

That much he was pretty sure of.

[kersenjr]

She found his voice oddly soothing. "Do what?"

[im_torchwood]

"Meet people who invite you to dinner," he purred.

[kersenjr]

Bonnie blinked. That wasn't a response she'd been expecting. "You're inviting me to dinner?"

[im_torchwood]

"Well I don't want to eat alone," he said and then leaned down to speak in her ear. His neck was right there. "And I think you're hungry. Aren't you?"

[kersenjr]

Bonnie was speechless for a moment, his scent and the thrum of his pulse almost making her dizzy. "Yeah."

[im_torchwood]

It was too easy. He could tell she was young. New. Inexperienced. He could smell the hunger on her.

She certainly wasn't the first vampire he'd met and she wouldn't be the last.

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private and get a bite?"

[kersenjr]

"Yeah. Okay," Bonnie replied, seeming practically hypnotised.

[im_torchwood]

Jack slipped his arm around her waist and guided her down the street. This was reckless and he knew it, but he didn't care. It was a little thrill in an otherwise dreary week.

There was an alley, dark and quiet. The buildings on either side rose up three stories.

"This place looks nice," he said and lead her into the dark.

[kersenjr]

Bonnie had become so transfixed that this time the physical contact didn't bother her. She even leaned into him a little, drinking in his scent.

"Yeah," she agreed, distractedly. Most of her vocabulary seemed to have abandoned her.

[im_torchwood]

He lead her down a bit to where some bins were and a milk crate.

"You're awfully short," he teased. "Why don't you step up?"

[kersenjr]

"I punch guys who call me short in the dick," Bonnie said, completely without malice. It was her best attempt at teasing back.

[im_torchwood]

"I'm sure you do," he grinned, then took her hand to help her up onto a crate It would make things easier all around.

[kersenjr]

She may have been completely focused on Jack's mouthwatering scent, but she still had some dignity.

"I'm not standing on a fucking crate," she said.

[im_torchwood]

"Then I guess you'll have to work for it," he said, standing straight and tall, taunting her with his fifty-first century pheromones and the scent of life unbridled within him.

[kersenjr]

It was only a second before she gave in.

"Fuck you," she said, and stepped up onto the crate.

[im_torchwood]

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Jack chuckled, but then his fingers were carding into his hair and cradling the back of her head. He pulled her in close, offering up his neck.

He knew from experience it didn't hurt. Much. And she was in for one hell of a surprise. Life coursed through him, life unending, and the energy of it was like nothing else in the universe.

[kersenjr]

Bonnie hesitated for a second, barely able to believe he was going to let her feed off him. It seemed too good to be true. Then she bit down into his neck, and once the first taste of his blood hit her tongue, she forgot about anything else.

She was too overwhelmed to even wonder what had hit her. All that mattered was that it felt good. She clung on to him and fed.

He'd have to peel her off his neck once she'd had enough. She wasn't going to stop on her own.

[im_torchwood]

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.