His throat quite suddenly and violently closed up on him, Refusing the offering of blood he gave it, And Jack felt as if his entire body was wanting to revolt, His insides to push their way out of his body. Instinctively, he jolted back away from the girl, spitting out the blood still pooled within his mouth, barely able to see it splattered across the floor as he was suddenly engulfed by a stream of violent and depressing images. He groaned, clutching at his head as the pressure built, Barely aware of the girl as she stood from her bed, Staring directly at him.

[i]What in The name of all that is evil is she?[/i]

Just as it was becoming too much for him to take, his body collapsing onto his knees, The images suddenly released him, leaving Jack panting like some weak human on the bedroom floor, his gray-green eyes bright and feverish as he stared at the strange girl. She had spoken of blood, hating vampires, but the memories that had been consuming his mind left her words shattered and disjointed, slipping from him despite how quickly he tried to grasp them. He watched as she moved to the window, her silhouette outlined in silvery moonlight, And he had the sudden unsettling feeling that if he didn't stop her, something bad was going to happen. With a weak cry, he lunged forward, fingers outstretched to grab her, but his movements were sluggish, Clearly not fast enough to catch her as she suddenly vanished out into the night, no trace of her to be seen. Leaning against the railing of the balcony, he searched fruitlessly in the darkness, Hoping for any sign of her to appear. But as his body suddenly collapsed into unconsciousness at the edge of the precipice, black tunnels forming in his vision, he knew that he wouldn't find her no matter how hard he searched...