"At this rate, you never know," Jack said and looked at her, shrugging. "I've never met a vampire that kills humans and drinks their blood for sustenance," he answered honestly. "Then again, you could be from a whole alternate universe different from mine where these things exist for you and they don't for me." That seemed to be the most logical explanation; if vampires existed in his time, he would have surely seen them by now.

Jack scoffed at the comment about humans. "Agreed. They can be the worst monsters out there," he remarked, looking at her. "I have seem them kill their fellow man for food for no reason but sport. They will sacrifice innocent children to a race of aliens for the sake of saving their own skin." Jack pursed his lips together. "Sometimes I wonder if the monsters aren't the werewolves, vampires and aliens, but the human race sometimes." He paused. "Myself included once in a while."

He inhaled and licked his lips, turning his head to the street for a second. "I'll keep an eye out. You might be a great deal of help to them and for us to understand them better." He paused and shrugged a little. "Ah, I feel like Atlas sometimes. If I shrug, the world will fall off my shoulders and into tiny pieces."

Jack paused and looked at her for a long while. "Yeah, you're right. Everyone does." He sighed. "Except me, that is."