A couple approached as Jackson completed his rescue.
A few minutes later Jackson entered.
A smile spread across Elisabeth's face as Jackson crooned, "Nice dog."
Absolutely not, you stay here with Jackson.
After a prolonged pause, Jackson ran a hand through his hair and inhaled deeply.
After a while Jackson, still silent, rose and headed for the door.
After dinner they sat in the drawing room, by the fire Jackson had started.
After dinner, Connor helped Jackson put up the shutters, then they sat down for a drink.
Although the Parrishes were a close-knit family, Jackson and Emily shared a special bond.
Approaching Elisabeth's house, Jackson felt rattled with uncertainty.
As he approached the door, Jackson thought about the last time he used this room.
As he dressed, Jackson couldn't believe how uncertain he felt.
As he headed into Fairhaven carrying the canvas, Jackson realized with a start that he had not fed all day.
As he reached the door she called, "Jackson!"
As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.
As she twirled to leave Jackson asked, "Hey, where were you last night?"
As she was practically being dragged up the stairs, Elisabeth looked back at Jackson.
As they approached Jackson's car, he said, "I'm going to need some time to absorb all this before I can even begin to figure out what to do."
As they lay exhausted, locked in each other's eyes, Jackson drawled, "I am definitely starting to see some upside to our situation."
As they neared Fairhaven, Jackson asked, Will you stay for dinner?
As they neared her car Jackson asked, "When can I see you again?"
As they walked to the stable, Jackson asked, "Any idea what car you want to take?"
Autumn had begun to creep over New England, promising to transform the landscape into the backdrop that Jackson Parrish so loved.
Before Connor had spat out the itch in bitch, Jackson was across the room and had picked him up by the throat.
Before I could answer Jackson, he began questioning.
By the time Jackson fully realized what had happened, she had disappeared.
Claudia put on a pout, thinking she had misread Jackson's intentions for her.
Connor arrived just as Jackson was telling himself he had better snap out of it and get downstairs.
Connor finished his second drink and Jackson could see by the softening around his eyes that the alcohol had started to work its magic.
Connor had his back to the door, but Jackson could see her.
Connor started chuckling, and Jackson glared at him.
Deep emotion flowed across her expression, causing Jackson's eyes to gloss over.
Detective Jackson looked up at me.
Does Jackson know about Howie's capabilities?
Driving home, Jackson felt oddly happy.
Dropping him on the sofa, Jackson sat back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other knee at the ankle.
Earlier, my wife had taken care of all the logistics of our travels while I locked up the house and called Jackson to tell him we would be out of town for a couple of days, retrieving Howie from California.
Elisabeth and Jackson still stared at the diamond.
Elisabeth appraised Jackson then Sarah.
Elisabeth arched her eyebrows in a warning to Jackson.
Elisabeth drove home, so Jackson had the opportunity to observe.
Elisabeth felt a safe harbor in his arms, and Jackson wanted to give her every part of himself.
Elisabeth opened the door before Jackson had a chance to ring the bell.
Elisabeth said, "I'm fine," while pointing to Jackson.
Elisabeth sat next to Jackson.
Elisabeth started drawing as Jackson cleaned the seeds to bake them.
Elisabeth started to weep softly, and tears welled in Jackson's eyes.
Four of the music cabinets housed Jackson's works, the remaining two held other composers' music.
Gabriel brought his face to within inches of Jackson's.
Gabriel had spoken of immortality, but Jackson had not given much thought to it, until hearing these words.
Holding up the suit, she yelled, "Jackson, you will never wear this!"
I answered to detective Jackson.
I blurted out as soon as Jackson thankfully answered.
I blurted out my suspicions to Detective Jackson and said a prayer.
I didn't at first recognize the New Hampshire number but remembered I'd given mine to Detective Jackson.
I explained the situation briefly and the patrolman recognized I was the object of the call he'd just received from Jackson.
I helped Jackson pick out some suits a while back… how did they fit?
I never did find out what Howie told Detective Jackson but whatever was said, it put Jackson in a tizzy.
I related that Jackson spoke to our California associate.
I'll stay, you up for a game Jackson?
I'm really sorry Jackson.
If I hadn't been summoned to Detective Jackson's office, I would have gone there anyway.
If Jackson was Adonis, then Sarah was Aphrodite.
If she died, Jackson would never forgive himself.
Immediately upon stepping over the threshold, Jackson's sense of smell took over.
It might make me a few minutes late meeting with Jackson but all the more time for Brennan to speak with him first.
Jackson actually began to feel a little respect for the guy.
Jackson actually felt sorry for the guy.
Jackson always picked some condescending nickname for her beaus.
Jackson always shared his conquests with her.
Jackson and Elisabeth worked on the pumpkins, mostly in silence.
Jackson arched an eyebrow.
Jackson asked for the first floor to avoid a long elevator ride.
Jackson asked, "Aren't we to be fed?"
Jackson asked, "Did you give any thought to how the relationship would work?"
Jackson asked, "Do you get nervous before your lectures?"
Jackson asked, "So, are there any last minute things you need done?"
Jackson awoke, famished; he once again had not fed all day.
Jackson began to accept his fate and found comfort in the fact that none of his victims remembered his attacks.
Jackson began to feel calmer.
Jackson began to recount the whole story and with all the "Oh my Gods!" and "You're kiddings!"
Jackson began tossing pieces of bread.
Jackson brooded "It's like having sex with a butterfly."
Jackson brought his lips to her ear.
Jackson brushed her face with the back of his hand.
Jackson brushed him aside as if he were a house cat trying to get out.
Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!
Jackson busied himself as best he could during the week.
Jackson called to his housemate and best friend.
Jackson chose the Bugatti Veyron.
Jackson clenched and unclenched his fists.
Jackson closed his eyes and dropped his head back.
Jackson closed his eyes and nodded to her.
Jackson closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to summon courage.
Jackson closed his eyes to fully appreciate her scent.
Jackson closed his eyes, fearing his heart held nothing Elisabeth would desire.
Jackson collected his painting and glass.
Jackson collected their glasses and poured their fourth drink.
Jackson considered feeding a sport; one he excelled at.
Jackson considered his options for the day.
Jackson could always make her laugh regardless of her misery.
Jackson could hear everything and shook his head, laughing.
Jackson could hear the worry in her voice.
Jackson could not bring himself to make eye contact, being certain he would lose it if he did.
Jackson could not bring himself to return Sarah's gaze.
Jackson could not help but feel she had decided to let her guard down and give him a chance.
Jackson could see her distress, so took the knife from her hand.
Jackson could see it in his eyes.
Jackson could see this guy needed some motivation to move fast.
Jackson couldn't take it any longer.
Jackson crouched in front of her to meet her gaze.
Jackson decided if things didn't turn soon he would have to influence her.
Jackson decided to take a chance she might be there.
Jackson did not feed recklessly like many of his kind.
Jackson didn't believe that for a second, but if she wanted to play it that way, fine.
Jackson didn't concern himself, since he never brought women home.
Jackson didn't respond immediately.
Jackson didn't sleep all night.
Jackson didn't speak, just staggered to the bar and opened another bottle.
Jackson didn't speak; he just sat appreciating her expression of pure contentment.
Jackson drew Elisabeth close, burying his nose in her hair.
Jackson drew her into an embrace.
Jackson dropped his head and rubbed his forehead for a moment, then looked up at her grimacing.
Jackson drove a Porsche 911 turbo.
Jackson drove for a long while.
Jackson drove for a while before heading to Elisabeth's.
Jackson enjoyed watching her more than anything.
Jackson extended his hand.
Jackson fell silent for a moment then met her gaze.
Jackson felt a jolt go straight through to his core, leaving him breathless.
Jackson felt a little disappointed that Connor left.
Jackson felt a little more at ease.
Jackson felt an intense wave of emotion.
Jackson felt awed by the love Marie and Frederick shared.
Jackson felt his pulse quicken.
Jackson felt she should wait a bit longer, but she was determined.
Jackson felt that surge again and almost forgot what he was doing.
Jackson finally looked up at her.
Jackson finished playing and looked up at Sarah.
Jackson flapped his arms and mouthed, "Go… Go!"
Jackson flirted shamelessly with Consuelo, making her feel like a sexy coed instead of a frumpy, middle-aged housekeeper.
Jackson flung him against the wall like a rag doll.
Jackson folded his hands.
Jackson followed her into the drawing room.
Jackson forced a thin smile.
Jackson found Sarah in the kitchen making breakfast.
Jackson found Sarah sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee.
Jackson found the sound system and turned it on.
Jackson gave her a half grin.
Jackson gave him a 'Really?' sneer.
Jackson gave him an appreciative glance and said, "My little girl is growing up."
Jackson gave him the, 'I'm watching you' hand signal and let out a low chuckle.
Jackson glanced at the sheet music then at her through dark lashes "This is a far cry from 'Happy Birthday'."
Jackson glared at her for a moment, then dropped her and ran.
Jackson glared at him as Sarah said, "Jackson is having a little trouble deciding what to wear on his date."
Jackson grabbed a cup of coffee and hurried off to shower.
Jackson grabbed it and said, "We'll talk about your art."
Jackson grabbed the bottle and took a long draw, but did not respond.
Jackson grabbed the overnight bag.
Jackson grinned sardonically "Nah, not really interested, maybe some other time."
Jackson grinned wickedly while unbuttoning her blouse.
Jackson groaned, "Again, no patience here."
Jackson growled, "Get a room, would you?"
Jackson guessed somewhere around fifty people attended.
Jackson had a bad feeling about him from the start.
Jackson had a few hours before he needed to shower.
Jackson had a strange dream.
Jackson had already begun pouring a rare single malt.
Jackson had bought everything he could think she might want.
Jackson had chosen a restaurant with a bar area that had dancing.
Jackson had developed quite a discerning palate over the years.
Jackson had gone to town on foot.
Jackson had hoped to make plans with Elisabeth, but he couldn't very well ask her over and say, "Don't mind the steel shutters on all the windows."
Jackson had lost count of the times she found 'The One', only to have her heart broken months or years later.
Jackson had never been so happy, and at ease, and she loved Connor with all her heart, yet she was a little sad, feeling they were growing apart.
Jackson had not allowed himself to reflect on his relationship with Elisabeth prior to learning her secret, but now he let the memories rush in and in doing so, found some peace.
Jackson had not been composing much lately.
Jackson had rules about his victims.
Jackson had stopped by for Bumpus who reluctantly jumped into the back seat like an arrested felon.
Jackson had taken a step forward, ready to enter the room, but stopped when Connor's voice quieted.
Jackson had taken her elbow, mostly to move her along a little faster.
Jackson hadn't mentioned her!
Jackson handed her a box.
Jackson head still rested on Elisabeth's lap.
Jackson heard a noise and motioned to Sarah to silence herself.
Jackson heard Elisabeth say, "Ouch. Oh no, I cut myself."
Jackson heard Elisabeth's car pull up and hurried out to meet her.
Jackson heard the truck carrying the pumpkins pull up.
Jackson held back far enough so Connor would not see him, yet close enough to get into the room in a hurry.
Jackson held Elisabeth's finger and bellowed, "Sarah, get in here, now!"
Jackson held her at arm's length.
Jackson held her without speaking, understanding the depth of her emotion.
Jackson held his hand out.
Jackson held his hand up.
Jackson held his hands to her face.
Jackson held Sarah's hand as a gesture of comfort.
Jackson held the goblet, mortified, yet he had never felt such a hunger, nay––lust, as he did for the contents.
Jackson helped set up the presentation on the stage, and then took a seat at the back of the lecture hall as the students meandered in.
Jackson hung his head as Connor patted his back.
Jackson hung the winter landscape where the fall scene had been, and propped the other two pieces on the mantel.
Jackson hunted him down, beat him mercilessly, and then threatened to stake him if he ever went near Sarah again.
Jackson is a bit under the weather.
Jackson is a real bore, he's Dracula every single year, ughh.
Jackson jumped away as she reached for it.
Jackson jumped up and listened to her heart.
Jackson kissed her and looked out at the blue Jaguar.
Jackson kissed her gently, then took her arm once more.
Jackson kissed her, gently at first then more intensely.
Jackson knew he had his work cut out for him in order to be back in less than three hours.
Jackson knew he had to give her something or she would burst, and, truth be told, he was proud of her for acting so casually when he knew every fiber of her being wanted to jump up and down screeching, 'Tell me, tell me!'.
Jackson knew Sarah would talk when she felt ready.
Jackson knew the odds were that guy hadn't slept a wink all night, but he wanted her to wait as long as possible.
Jackson laughed, "I love that you are so willing, but if my fangs didn't make an appearance tonight, I doubt they ever will."
Jackson lay back with his hands behind his head, replaying the night, still hardly believing it was real.
Jackson leaned back a little and clasped his hands behind his head.
Jackson leaned close to her.
Jackson leaned forward and touched his knee.
Jackson leaned his elbow on the piano and watched her, fully amused.
Jackson led her to sit on the sofa.
Jackson left her to her thoughts for a while, then said, "You want to sit down or shall I bring your food to you."
Jackson let her go, sensing her discomfort.
Jackson let out an exasperated sigh.
Jackson lingered in the shower; bracing his hands on the wall, letting the water run on the back of his neck.
Jackson longed to comfort her, yet he couldn't.
Jackson longed to erase her memory, but thoughts of her invaded him constantly.
Jackson longed to make their last few hours of innocence count.
Jackson looked up from his glass.
Jackson lost concentration in remembering her.
Jackson loved being out in the snow, whether skiing or just walking.
Jackson managed to stand tall and keep eye contact, although, he was a breath away from begging for their lives.
Jackson met Elisabeth midway down the walk.
Jackson mingled some, but mostly watched her.
Jackson moved closer, inhaling deeply, while bitter tasting saliva collected in his mouth.
Jackson moved to get a better view.
Jackson mused, that must be natural.
Jackson must have seen me drive up because he was waiting by the door.
Jackson must have thought I didn't hear him because he repeated what he'd said.
Jackson narrowed his eyes and yelled, "She's a werewolf!"
Jackson needed to make eye contact.
Jackson never wore cologne.
Jackson offered, "We'll have a truck deliver them… and I'll help with the carving."
Jackson often joked that the day would come when she would spend more on a pair of shoes than he did on a car.
Jackson patted him on the back, "Rough night, eh mate?"
Jackson perused the room.
Jackson picked her up by the throat and slammed her against a tree, "I should kill you where you stand, you filthy dog!"
Jackson picked up an apple from the bowl of fruit, tossed it in the air, caught it, then bit into it.
Jackson possessed a true passion for music.
Jackson poured a drink and a glass of blood, then sat at the board.
Jackson pretended to whisper, but said loud enough for anyone to hear, Messy divorce.
Jackson proceeded to pleasure her in ways she had never experienced, asking nothing of her.
Jackson pulled Elisabeth to him and kissed her temple.
Jackson pulled her close.
Jackson pulled her in by her waist.
Jackson pulled her in by the waist.
Jackson pulled her on top of him.
Jackson pulled the car into a spot, stepped out, opened the door for her and grabbed the basket.
Jackson pulled the woman even closer and continued the assault until Gabriel ripped him off her yelling, "I said, that's enough!"
Jackson pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly.
Jackson put his index finger on her lips to silence her.
Jackson put out the word on the vehicle description and plate number.
Jackson quickly realized he needn't have worried.
Jackson ran his hand through her hair.
Jackson recognized the black eyes as soon as they were leveled upon him.
Jackson retrieved another bottle, though he didn't drink from it.
Jackson retrieved it and made for the stairs.
Jackson returned to the drawing room to find Sarah exactly where he left her.
Jackson rose and held her hands.
Jackson rose and spoke with authority.
Jackson rounded the corner onto Elm Street toward the Renaissance inspired estate he currently called home.
Jackson rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger.
Jackson rubbed his temples.
Jackson said you could make me forget about you.
Jackson said, I think we should stay away from populated areas, the forest is our best chance to stay hidden.
Jackson sat and broke into a spirited arrangement of "The Entertainer."
Jackson sat at the piano while Sarah found her usual chair, and grabbed a throw pillow to hug.
Jackson sat away from her and motioned with his hands to put her feet up.
Jackson sat in the chair by the window, taking in the landscape.
Jackson sat staring straight ahead.
Jackson scratched his ear and the dog sat, enjoying the attention.
Jackson set up the score, took a deep breath and began playing.
Jackson shifted nervously on the piano bench.
Jackson shook his head with disgust.
Jackson slammed his fists on the counter, then began pacing.
Jackson slept deeply; his dream stayed with him most of the night.
Jackson slowly went through the whole story with her.
Jackson smiled then kissed her.
Jackson smiled to himself.
Jackson smiled, remembering how she had almost polished off the prime rib.
Jackson smirked, "I like her, she's spunky."
Jackson snarled, "You're one smart ass remark away from a dirt nap, Skippy!"
Jackson spoke, relating all he deemed pertinent.
Jackson stared straight ahead for a moment then, without a word, grabbed another bottle and skulked upstairs.
Jackson started a fire, stood staring into it for a few minutes then said, "I'm going up, goodnight kids."
Jackson started to get up.
Jackson stayed back admiring the artwork for a minute, before following her to the living room.
Jackson still had many questions, but he felt they both needed a break from their dilemma.
Jackson stood and held his arm.
Jackson stood and retrieved the piece.
Jackson stood at one of the cabinets and asked, "What's your pleasure Ma'am?"
Jackson stood at the bar lost in thought.
Jackson stood close enough to hear both sides of the conversation.
Jackson stood close enough to hear the conversation, and as soon as the moron committed to buy a watercolor; he approached Elisabeth, put his arms around her and said, Darling, the caterer needs to see you for a minute.
Jackson stood in front of the open refrigerator, taking out bags one at a time, tasting, then either putting them back or on the table.
Jackson stood up and took her hand.
Jackson stood watching her, filled with emotion he could not define.
Jackson stood with his glasses and a Cheshire cat grin.
Jackson stood without saying a word.
Jackson stopped and gently pushed her against the brick wall they were walking by.
Jackson stopped by the art supply store on the way home to purchase supplies for Elisabeth.
Jackson stopped by the florist.
Jackson surveyed the room; there were canvases everywhere.
Jackson thought, Does she want Elisabeth to taste my blood?
Jackson told her that he and his sister moved back to Fairhaven three months ago, and their home had been in the family for generations.
Jackson took a lock of her hair in his hand, carefully combing through all the colors for the bronze.
Jackson took a moment to respond.
Jackson took a step back in shock, then noticed Connor and Sarah across the room laughing hysterically.
Jackson took her face in his hands and found her eyes.
Jackson took in the beauty of her body with the light of day.
Jackson touched her cheek.
Jackson turned his attention to Claudia, who stood motionless.
Jackson twisted his face in a mock laugh and slapped his knee.
Jackson unlocked the door and stepped into the room.
Jackson unwrapped it and held up the bottle of Cristal.
Jackson waited until the hall had almost cleared before making his way to the stage.
Jackson walked around taking in the art, and searching for three oils he intended to buy.
Jackson wandered around the studio while waiting for Elisabeth to pack.
Jackson wanted to ask her so many more personal questions.
Jackson wanted to press her, yet thought better of it.
Jackson was always ready to influence people, yet Sarah insisted they use that as a last resort.
Jackson was most definitely a leg man.
Jackson was once again struck by how much like a family it felt.
Jackson was one of four siblings.
Jackson was quite familiar with it.
Jackson was right; she could barely get through five or six measures before the tears started to flow.
Jackson was speaking with some rich blowhard when he noticed Elisabeth make her way to Connor and Sarah.
Jackson was starting to like this guy.
Jackson was thankful Sarah and Connor were there.
Jackson was thrilled at the thought of spending a decade or so at his favorite home, claiming North America to be fresh and new.
Jackson wasn't sure what to make of this, but followed her.
Jackson watched the two women for a moment, still dumbstruck.
Jackson welcomed the distraction.
Jackson went out for a drive in the morning.
Jackson wondered what was different about her as well.
Jackson wondered where he was going with this.
Jackson wondered, could I possibly smell as incredible to her as she does to me?
Jackson wondered, is this guy actually going to try to hit me?
Jackson would argue, "When all is said and done, if you handle them properly, you know they love it too."
Jackson would have no difficulty restraining Elisabeth.
Jackson would never forget that bastard.
Jackson wrote copious notes.
Jackson, I'm really sorry about before.
Jackson, please, I'm going nuts here.
Jackson, whatever you do; do not make a joke about that.
Jackson's anger stemmed more from the fact that he wanted to ask about Elisabeth's frame of mind, rather than from Sarah going behind his back.
Jackson's desire flamed so intensely, he had to force himself to think straight.
Jackson's face went blank for a second, then he jumped back and frantically wiped his lip.
Jackson's fangs aren't working.
Jackson's had a rough night and I want to make sure he's ok.
Jackson's hair was still wet and slicked back.
Jackson's instinct encouraged him to hold her and calm himself enough to calm her.
Jackson's smile broadened; he thought how much fun it would be to watch her as she ran from car to car in his stable 'oohing' and 'ahing'.
Like Jackson, she moved with incredible grace, seeming to float rather than walk.
Making his way to the first floor, Jackson noticed he was feeling weary from all this drama, and also a little hungry.
Marie and Frederick consumed two vials each, leaving the majority, which Sarah and Jackson greedily consumed.
Maybe if they worked things out, she would take Jackson up on his offer.
Miss Sarah, Mr. Jackson, are you home?
Most of Jackson's clothes, especially his suits, were custom made or straight off the runway from Paris or Milan.
No one would believe two people as attractive as Sarah and Jackson could be in a platonic relationship, so it kept the neighbors from gossiping.
No one would ever be good enough for Sarah in Jackson's eyes, however, as far as boyfriends went, this guy seemed pretty amiable.
Now we're getting somewhere, Jackson thought.
Obviously, Jackson had called for a delivery.
Oh Jackson, it was wonderful.
Oh, Mr. Jackson, I hear you're not feeling well.
On the way home, Jackson cursed himself for his lack of self-control.
Questions bombarded Jackson's thoughts, yet he sensed if he were too bothersome, their chaperone might shut down.
Samantha, this is Jackson.
Sarah and Connor were in her room when they heard Jackson burst through the door.
Sarah and Jackson never treated them like employees.
Sarah and Jackson spent the night becoming acquainted as well as discussing plans for escape.
Sarah and Jackson stayed a safe distance."You are not here to kill us?"
Sarah and Jackson were instructed to drink from the goblet.
Sarah and Jackson's bedrooms were at opposite ends of the long hallway.
Sarah broke down weeping at the hopelessness, and as much as Jackson desired to comfort her, he could not find the strength.
Sarah broke the silence with a tenuous giggle that evoked a twisted smile from Jackson.
Sarah continued her protest until Jackson admonished her, "What have we said about whining in front of company, you know it's not polite."
Sarah could never understand why; she guessed it was some macho alpha male thing, but Jackson would occasionally go out looking for trouble.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
Sarah floated into the room as Jackson took Elisabeth's coat.
Sarah had left her door open so Jackson could hear fairly well.
Sarah headed to Jackson and upon seeing the landscape said, That's beautiful.
Sarah heard Jackson and slowly unfurled herself from a sleeping Connor.
Sarah heard Jackson come in and jumped out of bed to get a report.
Sarah held Jackson's hand as they discussed the reality of their situation.
Sarah sat in the drawing room sipping coffee when Jackson and Elisabeth were ready to leave.
Sarah told Jackson she didn't see how she would be able to get Elisabeth's attention long enough to influence her.
Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.
Sarah was waiting for Connor when she heard strange noises coming from Jackson's room.
Sarah's eyes were wide as saucers and Jackson knew he had no choice.
She certainly had seen her share of heartache, but unlike Jackson, she did believe it to be worth it.
She could see Jackson didn't want to play, but she really wanted to hear him, had a feeling Sarah would win in the end.
She couldn't wait to tell Jackson her news.
She did want to use the bags first, and if Jackson hadn't been in this state, he would be getting a shrill earful for feeding from the bottles.
She dropped Sarah's hands and looked up, spotting Jackson.
She frowned at Jackson apologetically.
She grabbed his shoulders, gyrated a bit and squealed, No, Jackson and Elisabeth are.
She had finished drawing on one and turned it for Jackson to see.
She inhaled deeply and waited for some response or acknowledgement from Jackson.
She pointed a finger at Jackson.
She poured the coffees and headed to the door with Jackson behind her.
She pulled the other three paintings out, and to Jackson's amazement had chosen correctly.
She ran downstairs screaming, Jackson, stop it!
She slid her hand across Jackson's shoulder.
She spied Jackson and let go.
She squinted at Jackson's face.
She stood at the doorway, surprised that Jackson was unaware of her presence.
She turned her attention back to Jackson.
She turned to Jackson with pleading eyes as he entered his room.
She turned to Jackson, and could see that his thoughts were the same, so she put her arms around him.
She was glowing, and talking so fast, Jackson could barely keep up.
Smart guy, this Jackson; you are holding back.
Still holding Jackson's hand, she brought her attention to his palm.
Struggling with consciousness, Jackson first noticed the intense burning in his throat.
Thankfully, Brennan or someone he contacted straightened Jackson out.
The concern on Frederick's face gave Jackson pause.
The conversation flowed freely and it was clear to Jackson that everyone was enjoying the evening.
The downside was someone always managed to hit Jackson with a bullet or two or drive a knife into him, and break the tip off in a bone.
The full moon had always been a time that Sarah and Jackson spent together.
The gravity of the situation encompassed Jackson, his breath became shallow.
The irony of having a werewolf in the house didn't escape Jackson.
The man who opened the door pushed Jackson against the wall, holding him easily.
The only item of information I'd withheld from Detective Jackson was that the assailant had asked me where everybody else was.
The thought did cross her mind that, although the suits were sub par for Jackson, they were much nicer than any Connor owned.
The two were at the door and Sarah crooned, Jackson promised he would play for us tonight.
The whole time, Jackson admired her.
The woman focused on Jackson and smiled.
The woman relaxed somewhat and lifted her face to appraise Jackson.
The women delved into small talk, and as Jackson turned, he noticed Connor standing stone still in the middle of the room, staring at Elisabeth.
There stood a tall bleached blonde who, Jackson guessed to be in her mid-forties, but she appeared younger thanks to cosmetic surgery and Pilates.
They all laughed and Jackson said, "Let me get drinks."
They kissed tenderly and Jackson began to relax.
They kissed, and Jackson immediately felt her yield under his embrace.
They said their goodbyes, and then Jackson and Elisabeth walked to the stable.
They sat embraced on the piano bench for a few minutes more, then Jackson kissed her temple.
They shared a deep kiss and when they parted, Jackson wasn't sure he could tear himself away.
They strolled quietly for a while, until Jackson stopped to face her.
They were eating breakfast when Jackson looked up, and to his horror, saw Claudia walking straight toward them.
They were mostly quiet on the ride home, both reflecting on how easy it was to be together, and Jackson enjoyed watching her drive.
They were quiet for a time, before Jackson summoned the courage to speak.
This meant Jackson hadn't fed in 24 hours.
Though I was anxious to speak with Detective Jackson for an update, it was too early to call.
Thursday night, Sarah, Connor, and Jackson were having dinner when Jackson said, "Sarah, I need you to do something for me tomorrow night."
Truthfully, Jackson had no idea what the human would do; he just didn't have the heart to tell her.
Unfortunately, Jackson realized too late that Cassandra was a crazy bitch, and needy as hell.
Upon noticing Jackson, the dog dropped to all fours and approached him slowly.
Upon reaching the first floor, Jackson realized they were in a castle.
Wait a minute, he said just as Jackson answered my cell.
Walking through the woods near the house, Elisabeth pulled Jackson's arm.
We're going to get Jackson to play for Elisabeth.
Well, thought Jackson, he didn't rush her like he did me.
When Elisabeth entered the studio with her bag, Jackson took her hand.
When Elisabeth finished dinner, Jackson bowed with a flourish.
When he arrived home, Jackson was concentrating on all he needed to do and contemplating how he would break the news to Elisabeth.
When Jackson awoke, reality did not hit immediately.
When Jackson came along, Emily decided he would be her baby and always took care of him.
When Jackson felt they were a safe distance from the castle, they stopped to make plans.
When Jackson returned home, Sarah and Connor were sitting down for dinner.
When Sarah returned to Jackson's room he still sat at the window.
When Sarah returned with the groceries, she found Jackson in the holding room making the bed.
When she closed her laptop, Jackson said, "I thought after, we could head toward the water and find a restaurant for lunch, then walk the beach if it's not too cold."
When she finished, she turned to Jackson.
When she opened them, incredulous that Jackson had gotten away with his joke, he grinned innocently and shrugged.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Sarah panicked, seeing Jackson alone and in a fit of rage.
When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.
When they finished their drinks and were waiting for the check, Jackson asked, "Why did you lie about dancing?"
When they had finished dinner and were having port back in the drawing room, Jackson asked, "Now that you've seen Sarah's shoe closet, would you like to see the rest of the house?"
When they had finished their breakfast, Connor said, "Sarah, I'd like to talk to Jackson alone for a minute if you don't mind."
When they had thirty pumpkins, Jackson paid and arranged to have them delivered to Fairhaven the next morning.
When they made their way to Jackson's room, she immediately noticed her oil.
When they reached Jackson's room, Elisabeth noticed her artwork and asked, "Where's the fall scene?"
Whether it was the panic in my voice or my description of the facts, Jackson was beginning to realize the seriousness of what might be happening in his jurisdiction.
While contemplating whether Freckles would be worth having to influence the other three or not, Jackson caught sight of someone in his peripheral vision.
While driving her home Jackson asked if she would take a ride to the Berkshires with him the following day.
While Jackson made drinks, Sarah introduced Connor who was thinking, cripes another one.
While stroking her hair, he spoke softly, "My name is Jackson Parrish, and as God is my witness, I will do all in my power to correct this situation."
With that, Jackson left the room, locking the door behind him while Connor stared after him, mouth agape.
Wow, thought Jackson, She really is going all in with this guy.