"Ugh. So you just broke into a strange vampire's house without cause or doing your homework first? Were you even aware that I'm a witch?"

"...well I suspected it. And I did do homework! I even have your house's floor plan!"

"Do you feel very much like you get full marks for your submitted homework," breathes Yvette into her ear. She presses a chilly kiss to Jaqueline's neck, and gently wraps her arms around her torso.

Well the chilly vampire's skin is absolutely not the only reason Jack shivers, and she's not interested in hiding this fact. "Perhaps I should have looked further into your business." She turns her face ever so slightly—away from Yvette, exposing more of her neck. "What is my punishment, teacher?"

Yvette laughs.

"Oh, you're fun. I like you. Well, if I let you go on your merry way when nightfall comes and I can safely enter my living room, am I likely to regret it?"

"No, ma'am. I might pay you a future visit with that lie detection magic."

"You may, but only if you promise to ring the damn doorbell like a civilized person." That last part comes with a hint of a growl, followed by another chilly kiss to Jack's exposed neck. "'Ma'am' is a good start though, how very clever of you."

Okay this has turned out much differently than expected but not in an altogether negative way. Not at all.

"Yes, ma'am. I will be the most civilized vampire hunter you have met."

"Oh, will you now? And how will you go about earning my forgiveness?" She raises her eyebrows and walks her fingers up Jaqueline's body. "Besides having the door fixed, of course, because since you offered that's now non-negotiable. I mean for my emotional distress at having my home invaded by this strange person threatening me with something sharp?"

"I am sure ma'am is more creative than me and could give me suggestions on how to best atone for my mistake."

"Hmmm, all right, if you are mine to use at my disposal." And then the vampire is on top of her, weight pinning her to the bed, and running pale, chilly hands down her body. She leans down and breathes in her ear, "You know, usually I oblige when my guests ask me very nicely to bite them. But you? I don't think I'm inclined to unless you beg, lovely."

Oh fuck. Why is Jack wearing clothes. Not that she can do anything about this, now.

Well. She can beg. She is even good at it. Lots of practice, one might assume.

Lots and lots and lots of practice.

Come evening, she is unceremoniously shoved out the door with (most of) her clothes, several hickies, long and stinging fingernail scratches, a couple bruises, two bite marks (one on her neck, one on her inner thigh), and one piece of paper outlining the precise specifications that Yvette would like her door fixed by.

"Remember. Doorbell. Or I make it worse next time, hm?" She smiles brilliantly at Jaqueline, then closes what's left of her front door in her face.

So that was. Probably the actual literal best possible outcome of an encounter with a vampire?

Jack wants to do it again.

Yvette gets an email in an hour from a big LA construction company. They want to know when it's best for them to show up, and note that they can't come earlier than an hour and a half from now.

Oh, excellent, Yvette would love to see them in two hours, if they can make it tonight. If not, sometime this week would be good. And has everything with payment already been sorted out?

Yes, absolutely.

They are very punctual.

Excellent, she so loves seeing competence at work when it's benefiting her!

Her door is fixed before daylight arrives (with added bonuses to prevent it from being similarly kicked open in the future), the construction company gets her sincere thanks and compliments, and Yvette goes about her night as if nothing out of the ordinary happened at all.

Jack emails her the next evening asking when she'd like to be magically interrogated.

A couple nights from now, please, between this time and this time, at a location in Sunnydale of their choosing. So she does not have to go all the way to LA, and they don't have to do their magical interrogation in a place of her choosing, where she could presumably fix the results. Somehow.

Reasonable!

There's this demon bar.

She knows of it! And thinks it would be fine, as long as they could please have their magical interrogation in private, where every demon and their mother can't listen in.

And, at the appropriate time, here is a vampire who claims she hasn't killed anyone!

The vampire hunter is downing something and then laughing uproariously at something a scaled orange demon with green horns all over its face has just said.

    "And then she said, 'what, do I have something on my face?'"

And at that Jack nearly spits her drink out.

Yvette smirks at the sight, then slides in next to her and orders her own drink.

"I think you forgot something at my place, last time you were there," she says to Jack, setting down several very familiar baubles in front of her.

.... Not all of them, though. The ones for enhanced eyesight and hearing are missing, along with the enhanced reaction time.

"Yvette!" Jack exclaims. "Good to see you. Have you met—"

    "Oh aye, she comes over sometimes."

"Does she? Man, I really didn't do my homework there, did I?" She looks at the charms and shrugs. "You can keep those, too, I got replacements already."

"You really, really didn't! And alright, if you insist on showering me with gifts so soon in our relationship." She winks, and the charms disappear. "She broke into my house," she adds conversationally, to Jack's new friend. "Still trying to make up for it."