The Halliwell Manor, Saturday morning

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After spending the week worrying about Savannah and trying to get a particularly annoying paper done, Isabel was thrilled when Wyatt invited her to spend the weekend in San Francisco.

Taking advantage of his grandfather being out of town to have a few days to themselves? Never...

After a late night, Isabel was still half asleep when she climbed out of bed, pulled on one of Wyatt's t-shirts, and quietly went in search of the coffee maker, wondering if Wyatt would enjoy breakfast in bed.

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[blessed_twice]

"Don't get dressed on my account," Fork leered. "But you're right. This isn't where I'm supposed to be."

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She ignored the leer. It was either that, or hit him over the head with something heavy.

"Well you're stuck here for at least another two days," Isabel told him as she pulled on a pair of pants. She'd change her shirt later. "Then you'll go back to where you belong. And I'll get my boyfriend back.

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"You did this?" Fork said. "You traded your boyfriend for me?"

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"Yeah, I did. I had this strange urge to become some vampire's breakfast."

He obviously wasn't the smartest vamp in the universe.

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Fork smirked as he pushed himself to his feet, though he still kept his distance. "Maybe you like to live dangerously," he said.

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He'd better keep his distance, otherwise he and the wall would be getting acquainted again.

"No, I'm just a boring college student," she answered. "No danger here."

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"Then how did this happen?" Fork demanded. "Is your boyfriend in my coffin now?"

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"Coffin? Seriously?" Isabel boggled. "Can you be anymore of a cliche? Let me guess, you also brood on a regular basis?"

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"I don't brood," Fork said indignantly. "I enjoy being a vampire. You have no idea what it's like."

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"No. I don't. But you'll have two days to tell me all about," she replied.

But at least he didn't brood. Two days would be forever then.

"So if you don't brood what do you do?"

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"Hunt feisty blondes," Fork smirked.

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Isabel rolled her eyes. "This feisty blonde will kick your ass. So unless you feel like spending the weekend unconscious and tied in a chair, don't even think about it."

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"If we're stuck here for the weekend we might as well get to know each other," Fork said, his attitude undampened by the threat. "I promise I'll only nibble."

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"Is that supposed to be some sort of come-on?" she sighed. "Because I'm really not impressed."

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"You will be," Fork said. "You don't know what it's like to be with a vampire."

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"And I'm not finding out!" Isabel replied with distaste. "That's just nasty."

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"I could make you a vampire," Fork offered. "You could live forever, stay young and beautiful, like you are now."

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"I haven't bought into the advertising," she told him. "I have no trouble with aging gracefully."

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"You know other vampires?" Fork asked. She seemed far too familiar with the subject.

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"I know one," Isabel admitted. "He's a good friend. It probably has something to do with the fact that he still has his soul."

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"A good vampire?" Fork rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, you believe in unicorns and Bigfoot, too."

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"Santa Claus and the tooth fairy as well," she said cheerfully. Isabel reached for her coffee and took a sip before making a face when she realized it had gotten cold.

"You know? I need a real breakfast. I'm going to go down and cook something. You're welcome to follow along and try to keep to the shadows. But don't think I won't toss you out the nearest window if you try anything." Except where she most likely wouldn't, too afraid that if something happened to him, she wouldn't get Wyatt back.

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"I'm hungry, too," Fork complained. He tried not to be too obvious about eyeing Isabel's neck. He'd settle for a wrist, though the inner thigh was nice, too.

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"I'll call the butcher and gets some pig's blood for you," Isabel offered, wondering exactly what she would say to him. Somehow she doubted he'd believe her if she said Hi, can you send blood? I'm babysitting a hungry vampire. Maybe she could say she was making blood pudding.

She was aware of where Fork was looking, and trying hard not to be too squicked by it. It would never happen though. The last thing she wanted Wyatt to wake up with on Monday morning was memory of drinking her blood. The memory of the accent and the hair was going to be more then enough.

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Isabel was right about that. Why couldn't he be evil and cool and have good hair? Priorities, priorities!

Fork made a face. "Pig's blood? That's disgusting."