"Then who am I?" Jack teased, knowing that his identity was masked and his true identity long forgotten. "But I do agree, you were always the one behind my being." The hunger to feed off of him was reflected in his hunger to feel her insides. A part of him wanted to jokingly call her mum. It wasn't like he had one.
Taking a deep breath as if he could smell the blood coming from the knife, Jack chuckled. The side of lust no one thought of was the side he played on, he really did like her now. Lust was something special. "It's all about how it's used, love. But I like the way you think." He lunged forward, grabbing her wrist that held the blade and licking the edge with the dried blood, while taking his own razor sharp blade across her collar bone. He wanted to see if a sin could bleed.