The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Jack's eyes cracked open. The rays glinted off of the lake and forced his unadjusted eyes closed again. The dream lingered like a bad hangover as he rubbed at his eyes. He hadn't known it at the time but that day had been a turning point, the end of his staying hidden amongst the rebels. The funny thing was that even after he was discovered, even after David knew what he was, David had still never allowed him to walk into an establishment on his own, until Aria had been taken.

Even then it had taken a lot of persuasion to keep David from coming into the palace with him. In the end it had been simple logic that had won out. Jack would be able to move through the palace much easier on his own than with a human in tow, even if he pretended that human was his blood slave. Not to mention how Aria or Max would react if they were to see David, or one of the other rebels with him. David had reluctantly agreed to let him go in alone to get David's daughter back, but Jack had walked in there feeling as if the man was right by his side.

Jack shoved himself into a seated position and draped his arm over his knee as he studied the lake. He'd lived an extensive life but those early days amongst the rebels were the only days he would choose to relive, if he could. Pushing himself up from the bank, he wiped the dirt from his ass before grabbing his quiver and bow and slinging them over his shoulder.

The town was still sleeping as he made his way around to the front of the tavern, climbed the steps, and opened the door. Hannah lifted her head from the table she'd been wiping down with a rag. His eyes locked with hers for a poignant second before she dropped her head and went back to cleaning. From the kitchen the clinking and scraping of pots and pans being washed could be heard. Ellen was singing about a war that had been fought three hundred years ago as she helped Lucas stack the chairs on one of the tables. The enchanting sound of her voice made him briefly forget Hannah as he was ensnared by the words.

William had his elbows propped on a table, his hands were fisted, his chin rested upon them as he watched Ellen flit between the tables. His foot tapped along with the relaxed melody of the song. Jack shook his head to clear it of the song as he dropped into the seat across from William.

William blinked at him and frowned as he sat back in his chair. "Where have you been?"

Jack glanced at Hannah but though she was still focused upon the table he knew that she was listening. "Around," he replied evasively.

William looked between them before shaking his head. The ringing of bells outside drew all of their attention to the door. Even the pans in the back stopped rattling as the sound of the bells drew closer. William rose from his chair. "What are you doing?" Jack inquired.

William shook back his auburn hair and walked over to the door. He opened it a crack and peered out. The ringing bells faded into the distance as they moved past the building. The others went back to work when William closed the door. He threw the locks before walking over to one of the closed shutters.

"Wait, no!" Ellen cried as William threw the shutter open.

The sun's rays fell over Hannah's back, tables, and chairs as they spilled through the window. Hannah released a shrill scream, her hands clenched on the cloth she'd been using as she arched forward. William looked around in confusion as Jack leapt to his feet. He searched frantically, ready to kill whatever it was that had harmed her but he saw nothing beyond the window.

"Close the shutter! Close the shutter!" Lucas shouted as he bounced around just beyond the range of the sun's rays.

Jack leapt forward and wrapped his arms around Hannah as she slumped onto the table. Blisters instantly broke out on the palms of his hands and forearms from the heat coming from her body. Though he could feel his skin burning, he refused to release her as he tore her away from the light filtering into the building. A small sound of relief escaped her when he pulled her into the shadows and William closed the shutter again.

"Hannah! Hannah, look at me!" Jack laid her on her side and rested her head in his lap. He anxiously brushed the strands of coffee colored hair away from her face. Her skin was paler than normal, her jade green eyes exceedingly vivid as they briefly met his before they rolled back into her head and she passed out.

"Is she ok?" Lucas demanded as he rushed forward.

"What just happened?" William inquired dully.

Jack had no idea what had just happened as he pulled his hands away from her to examine them. The blisters were already beginning to fade from his palms and forearms but they were still red and swollen. His attention shifted to her back. Fury and confusion rolled through him at the sight of her scorched and raw alabaster skin. Parts of her dress were stuck to her flesh and to his utter disbelief there was actually black singe marks on her skin.

"Is she ok?" Lucas demanded again as he knelt before Jack.

"What the hell just happened?" William asked again in a more assertive tone of voice.

Jack glanced from her, to the window, and back again. "A legend is born," he muttered as realization hit him.

"What?" William inquired.

Jack shook his head and slid his arms carefully underneath her. A small moan escaped her, her head fell against his chest, but she didn't stir when he lifted her from the ground. She felt exceptionally delicate and fragile within his arms, like a wispy flower that could be plucked from the earth too easily.

"Get me some blood," Jack commanded Lucas in a clipped tone.

Lucas glanced at the door and shook his head. "I can't."

"I'll go," Ellen volunteered and ran for the door.

Jack took a step away from the light that filtered in from the open door before she dashed outside. "Where's her room?" he demanded. Lucas pointed toward the stairs and then dashed up them. "Get me some towels and a bucket of cold water."

William was still the color of snow but he managed a brief nod at Jack's order. "Is she going to be ok?"

"She'll be fine," Abe said from the doorway of the kitchen though he was wringing his hands as he looked on with troubled eyes. "Come help me with the bucket."

Jack rapidly carried her upstairs and down to the last room on the right. Lucas swung the door open and took a quick step back to let him pass. Jack strode into the room and almost came to an abrupt halt as he took in the stark surroundings. Like his room, the walls were wood, but there were no paintings or pictures hanging on them. A simple bureau was pushed against the wall next to the full size bed but there was only a hairbrush and comb sitting on top of it. For a second he doubted that anyone slept in this seemingly cold space, but the closet door was cracked open far enough to reveal her clothes hanging inside.

Shifting his hold on her, he reached down and pulled back the plain white comforter on the bed. The scent of apple blossoms drifted up from the sheets to assail him and though he'd had no thought of it happening, his fangs sprang free as the urge to taste her rocked him. He came to an abrupt halt as he savored in the scent of her fragile body and bent closer to her limp form.

His hands clenched on her as a step sounded from behind him and he caught Lucas's scent. Throwing his shoulders back, Jack forced himself not to turn and yell at her cousin. He carefully placed Hannah face down on the bed and sat beside her to pull back the frayed remains of her dress. Bits of material stuck to her flesh as he tried to ease it away from her blistered and bubbled skin.

"Awful," he whispered as he finally succeeded in pulling most of the cloth away.

"I don't understand what just happened." He looked up at William as his friend set the bucket of water down beside him and placed some towels on the nightstand.

Jack turned and looked over his shoulder at Abe and Lucas hovering in the doorway. "What was it she said that had settled in this town? Unwanted vampires?"

"Undesirables," Abe answered. "The Undesirables settled this town."

"And all of you have something wrong with you?"

"Almost all of us."

Jack's hand rested in the unmarred hollow of her back as his gaze returned to her. "And with her it's the fact that the sun burns her."

"For the both of us," Lucas said. "Neither of us can tolerate the direct rays of the sun. We inherited it from our mother's."

Jack grabbed hold of a towel and dipped it into the icy bucket of water. He rang the water from it and ever so carefully dabbed at the charred skin on her back. The water helped to loosen some of the pieces of material from her skin and he pulled it away from her more easily. A small moan escaped her; she flinched away from him but didn't awaken as he continued to minister to her. He resisted the urge to stroke her cheek in order to soothe the lines furrowing her brow.

"I didn't know," William muttered.

Unreasonable resentment swelled within him. William hadn't meant for her to be burned, there was no way he could have known what would happen, Jack himself had never seen anything like it, but even with all that reason Jack's hand fisted as he studied his friend. On purpose or not, William had caused it.

William's eyes widened, he took an abrupt step back from Jack and began to edge his way toward the door. Jack shook his head and turned his attention back to Hannah as another small moan escaped her. "Is she going to be ok?" he grated through his clenched teeth.

"When we do get burned we usually heal quickly enough. I'm sure she'll be fine," Lucas murmured.

Jack nodded as he dipped the towel into the water and dabbed at her back again. A small mewl escaped her, her left hand fluttered on the pillow while her right hand was beneath her stomach. Ellen burst into the room, an armload of blood clutched against her chest as she rushed toward them. Jack leapt up and grabbed the blood from her before she could get too close to Hannah. He was aware that his posture was defensive but he did nothing to change it as he remained standing in front of Hannah.

Ellen frowned at him as she tried to step around him to get at her friend. "I can help..."

"I'll do it," he grated. Her forehead furrowed but she retreated back to stand beside her friends. Jack studied them for a minute but Hannah's soft whimper brought his attention back to her. Placing the bags on the table beside the bed, he sat beside her again and picked up the towel. The sight of her beautiful skin so badly brutalized made his mouth curve into a snarl even as he dipped the towel back into the water and tenderly dabbed at the burns again.

When he had succeeded in removing the last bits of the dress from her flesh, he wet the clean towels and gently placed two of them over her wounded body. He glanced over his shoulder at the others but they had already left the room. The door was still open but when he focused his senses upon the hall, he didn't hear them out there standing nearby.

Grabbing hold of a bag of blood, he tore a chunk off the corner with his teeth and placed it against her lips. It was awkward trying to get her to drink in her position but he managed to have her swallow some of it. Placing the bag on the table he turned back to her and brushed the silken hair back from her face. She was even paler than normal, something he hadn't thought possible before she'd been burned, but he understood the pallor of her skin a lot better now.

He traced her lips with his finger before jerking his hand back. What was wrong with him? Shaking his head he forced himself off of the bed. He grabbed hold of the wooden rocking chair in the corner and placed it beside the bed. Settling into it, he folded his arms over his chest. As long as she was defenseless, and in need of his help, he wasn't going anywhere.