How badly?

"If I were to try and suck your blood right now, would you let me?!"

Sara was frantic as she asked the question. Her eyes had a wild look in them, almost dangerous.

John opened his mouth to say no, but then he thought about what she had just said. Then realized he was perfectly okay if it.

It hadn't been that long ago that the mere idea of having a vampire drink his blood was one of the most abhorrent things he could think of. Yellow fangs piercing his skin and tearing out his throat to drain him dry and leave behind a husk. But the image of Sara leaning over him, kissing his exposed neck before lightly pressing her fangs into him, drew only excitement and pleasure.

It disturbed him. It truly did.

"Yes," he said slowly.

"Oh God," Sara said, cupping her hands over her mouth. "Oh shit. I think we're...connected now."

"Is that like-"

"It's not imprinting! It's...something else. Like, a vampire forming an emotional bond with someone, influencing both of their behaviors to...accommodate the other."

"How so?"

"Well...making them more willing to...pleasure the other, or making them more concerned with their happiness, or..."

"I think I get it now," John interrupted. "Basically...we could randomly have sex?"

Sara blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact. "Yes. Yes, we could. And it would only strengthen the connection. So we absolutely can't do that."

"Okay, so...what should we do?" John knew that he should just leave now, but he still really wanted to stay here and...as the connection dictated, make her happy. Actually, now that he thought about the connection...

"Break it somehow," Sara answered. "I think there is a way but I need to check."

"Check? Check what?"

"I have books on the occult, including vampire connections and how to break them."

"Would you need any help?"

"I... guess I might need a little." Sara bit her bottom lip, her fangs poking out of her mouth. John suddenly remembered that, since she was a vampire and he an ex-hunter, he should'd be so eager to help her. Unless it had something to do with this connection...

Then Sara stood up, straightening out her tank-top as she inhaled deeply. "If you will just follow me..."