Logan’s leg began bouncing, purely out of habit, his toes pressed against the floor. Most men did this, though none of them could explain why. The Vampire didn’t even notice he did it. His eyes settled on the female as she reported the way she felt, he took a moment to look her completely over. “Less achy is definitely better than achy…” Logan spoke after a few moments of silence. His hands had been released and one went through her hair.

“…I don’t know if you’re okay.” He admitted almost immediately after she asked before he was questioned again. The nine hundred and fifty year old man clicked his tongue, the sound echoing. “Of course we do. If there’s negative affects of this, we ought to know about it. I’d rather be prepared.”

A chuckle left Logan at her correction, his head dipping down almost as though he wished to hide the expression. That wasn’t his intentions but it was certainly natural for him to avoid letting anyone see him smile or grin. He wasn’t sure where he got the habit from, maybe his father. The thought didn’t last long because Jessica spoke once more and he shrugged his shoulders too. “Should I?” He asked, not quite understanding why that mattered. Whatever an Eskimo kiss meant, he wasn’t sure he liked them. It just seemed strange. 

“Right.” Logan answered, relaxing against the couch. Considering all the drama, he was okay with just sitting down for a moment. “I’m okay with all of this.” He assured her, eyes settling on her face. “Don’t worry yourself too much. How d’you feel?” Obviously he meant the whole being dead and coming back to life thing.

Logan was hardly equipped to deal with such situations, there weren’t many instances in his existence where he was forced to deal with what essentially was “the talk”. Often he dealt with Vampires that were older, at least a century or so, and they had reached a certain point where they felt “the talk” wasn’t necessary. They would have sex and if they saw the other person again? It was okay. If not? That was okay too. It didn’t really matter. “I’m fine with all of that.” The Vampire admitted, he didn’t particularly mind that they didn’t know exactly where they stood, it provided elbow room.

“The sex is great.” Logan assured her in his blunt sort of way, though the fact he used it in relation to something that men from his era didn’t talk about too much might have been shocking. He went to lean back as she lent forward but wasn’t quick enough and so their noses rubbed together. “What the hell was that?” He asked with genuine confusion written in his features. “Well…I half buried you…” Logan pointed out, his mouth twitching.

Logan accepted her answer and nodded once more. There wasn’t much else he could do with her reply but in response to her tightening grip, his own curled firmer about hers. Honestly, the James’ girls strength was quite surprising considering the situation but this wasn’t the time to question. She needed to recover before they tried understanding what had happened. “Hmm?” His bright eyes settled on her face and watched as her brow creased. He was ready and waiting for her to elaborate but it seemed to take an age before she got to that point. Still, he displayed a surprising amount of patience.

He listened to her words and for a moment was at a complete loss for what to say. Jesus Christ, you’re seven hundred and fifty years old, you ought to know how to handle this. His thoughts often scorned him when he wasn’t entirely sure what to do in certain situations. “Okay,” he thought he should at least give her an answer, except the one he gave her was awful and hardly gave the girl any sort of answer. “I don’t know what we are,” and he honestly didn’t mind not knowing. “But I care for you too.” At the very least she ought to know that he reciprocated her feelings too. 

“A small while without blood won’t kill me.” Logan assured her absently. He knew how to take care of himself by this point and if he should ignore that knowledge? Then that was his own foolish decision, however it would not be altered by anyone else. Stubborn was certainly one way to describe it. He didn’t move though, as she shuffled closer to him or even as her fingers brushed across the backs of his knuckles. Logan looked up and noted how quickly her appearance seemed to be altered - yet another good sign for two very confused vampires. 

His hands were gripped and twisted over to hold hers, watching as she attempted to force a smile. “I’ll feed later.” He dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. “The thirst isn’t too much yet.” Logan would often have weeks where he decided to challenge himself, test his limits and push through boundaries. Sometimes it was painful but thankfully Jessica hadn’t known him very long and therefore had not seen the lengths that he pushed to, the way he could change. Honestly he hoped that she would never see it. “Or would you like some time alone?” If she did then he would probably hunt. It wouldn’t hurt.

It was a fair enough answer, plus it was rather nonchalant in tone. Logan accepted it readily and his reply was a simple answer, just a steady nod of his head. “I don’t understand either,” the male admitted and that was a very big thing. Logan had spent almost the entirety of his existence learning, whether he learnt his knowledge from books or experience, the male knew a lot. “I don’t know what could have possibly happened.” His fingers met one another, wedging between each finger and clasping either hand. He had absolutely no reason as for why Jessica, a Vampire, should not die from a werewolves bite. Honestly, it was perplexing. He had just as many questions as she did and technically, he had only been a bystander. 

Logan frowned as she continued speaking, listening to her words and his own gaze following where hers went too. He could also see the distinct lack of marks. “That probably isn’t a good sign…” Logan stabbed in the dark with this guess but generally, if something couldn’t be explained there were pros as well as cons. “I’m confused, thirsty, suspicious and relieved.” He answered her question without any problem, just choosing words that could be assigned to some of the emotions he felt - the emotions that Jessica needed to hear about anyway. He was, after all, entitled to his own secrets.

Logan wouldn’t have been surprised if the female did kill the human that he had brought her. She hadn’t fed in weeks on account of suffering from the werewolf bite, he had been careful enough to ensure that he hadn’t taken anyone of importance or anyone that might be missed. Half of the mess was already taken care of. He simply expected Jessica to try. The male nodded to her reassurance and settled himself on the armchair rather than next to the female, giving her some privacy. The human male sat there, completely numb, he didn’t even react when Jessica settled against his lap.

He watched her struggle, though. The way those dark veins cracked deep into her skin and how she guzzled the blood down - like a bear cub suckling his mother’s milk. For now she was quite helpless but no doubt with the nutrition, she would recover quickly and be a dangerous, killing machine once more. He even let Jessica use her own Compulsion to instruct the male and watched as he left. When the James girl spoke, almost calmly, Logan’s gaze dragged across and settled on her face as she relaxed against the couch. “I didn’t say you would,” Logan pointed out lightly, gaze dragging over her face. “How d’you feel?”

Logan traveled through Hogsmeade, trying to find the closest Village he could before locating his prey. No matter how dire the situation was, Logan would never take a human from the local area seeing as they all wanted to keep above suspicion - he imagined that other Vampires wouldn’t be too pleased if even one of them was discovered because then it would only stand to reason that more should. It didn’t take him long to reach his destination, of course, and it was an even shorter amount of time until he located his next victim.

Compulsion was swiftly used and the human picked up - in order to make travel faster. By the time Jessica’s backside hit the sofa, Logan was back over the threshold. The human was settled down and Logan put his hands on the males shoulders. “You’re going to sit down quietly, you won’t feel any pain and you’ll be completely at peace.” The male who had brought mumbled bits and pieces of Logan’s instructions before the Vampire took his hand and led him in. He sat the male down on the sofa next to Jessica. “Try not to kill him.” Logan guessed that the female would be excruciatingly thirsty and understood that her control might not be fantastic.

Logan felt Jessica’s hand glide softly across his jaw and her giggle made his bright eyes drop, fixing on her pale, slightly hollowed face for a moment.  He didn’t notice any change in himself, mostly because the male didn’t spend time looking in mirrors or worrying after his general appearance. The Vampire who was carrying Jessica through the street, not bothering to see if anyone was staring in their direction - hell, he didn’t even know what the time was.

“You died,” Logan answered her almost instantly after she asked him, “And I was in the process of burying you.” He left most of the information out, the bits she didn’t need. “I’m going to drop you off home and bring you someone.” He honestly didn’t give a damn about the sanctity of human life. The fact of the matter was that Jessica needed to recuperate. They headed up the path to Jessica’s home and Logan used one arm to open the front door. Once inside he settled Jessica on the sofa, propping her so she was comfortable. “I won’t be long.” And then, he disappeared.