Jack leaned back in his chair to watch Hannah as she left the room. Even though it was too large on her, he admired the way the material of the dress moved around her lithe figure. There was something about her, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. It was there, right in the back of his mind...

"I think you pissed that guy off," William interrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm," Jack reluctantly tore his attention away from Hannah.

William glanced toward where Hannah had disappeared. "But it seems you may have found someone else to focus on."

"I'm going to be pissing him off again before we leave here." Jack's fingers tapped on the water stained tabletop as he completely avoided William's comment.

"You're just so good at it."

Jack scowled at him. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."

William shrugged nonchalantly as he stretched his legs before him. "I never said I wasn't good at it either."

"Can I get you anything Your Highness?"

Jack glanced up at the frail vampire hovering at his side. A knot formed in his chest as he shook his head. "Don't call me that and please don't bow to me again."

Abe rang his hands together nervously as he continued to linger at his side. "You are the Prince Jericho though, right?"

He didn't know how to answer that question. Being a prince was something he had been born into, but it was a role that had never suited him. He'd also been the last son born, the most useless son, and it was something his father had never let him forget as his fists and feet had repeatedly rained down upon him as a child. There had been too many beatings to remember, hatred and cruelty had continuously festered within the walls of the multiple places his father had called home over the years. He was nine hundred and thirty two years old but the memories of his childhood were still something he preferred not to recall.

"The king is my brother," he confirmed.

He hadn't realized that Hannah and Lucas had come back downstairs until he heard the squeak of their feet coming to an abrupt halt at the bottom of the staircase. Hannah's rosebud mouth parted as her hand flew to her lips. He was unfamiliar with the feeling that twisted through his gut at the look she gave him. People always reacted differently to him when they realized who he was; he didn't want her to though. He wanted her to see him as the simple man he was, and not the prince. He didn't want her to think twice before throwing a pot of water on him again.

Her hand fell back to her side as she and her cousin attempted to kneel. "Don't!" Jack's voice was far more thunderous than he'd intended as he rose out of his chair, but the thought of her kneeling before him made him feel like a volcano about ready to erupt. They froze in mid-kneel, Lucas tilted awkwardly but Hannah managed to snag hold of his wrist before he could face plant onto the floor. "Don't kneel for me."

The cousins exchanged a look before straightening back up. Hannah straightened the front of her dress and stared at Jack as if she were afraid he might leap on her and sink his fangs into her slender throat. It was a notion that he didn't find all that unappealing, even if exchanging blood was something that vampires rarely did with each other.

Sitting back in the chair, he stretched his arms up and folded his hands behind his head. Though she seemed to relax a little, she didn't come any closer. "What brought you here?" she asked in a bare whisper.

Jack shrugged as he tried to appear casual, but his muscles remained tensed. "New laws have been established in the land. We've been traveling around making sure those laws are being obeyed in the outer towns."

"There are no blood slaves here," Lucas told him. "There were few vampires in this town that used the practice to begin with."

"Calvin seems to have his own set of rules though," William pointed out.

Abe nodded his agreement. "Calvin has always had his own set of rules. I've known him for four hundred years now. The minute he stepped into this town he began to take charge of it. I suppose it was easier for him to do so here."

Jack frowned as the strange words completely pulled his attention away from Hannah. He dropped his arms down and flattened his hands on the table before him. "Why would it be easier for him to do so here?"

"This has always been an extremely remote community, hidden within the mountains and in a location that wasn't even appealing to the most diehard outdoor enthusiasts. I was seven when my family moved here six hundred years ago. Other than the people and vampires that were born here, there hasn't been a new outside addition since Ellen arrived twenty five years ago. We've had out-of-towners pass through, but most move on within a week and few have stayed for over a month. There is a boarding house at the end of the road, that's where most of the travelers that plan on being here for any length of time stay, but Tilly doesn't do much business."

Jack pondered Abe's words. The fact that they didn't get many travelers wasn't a revelation to him; vampires weren't exactly known to embrace new things, including new towns and new people, especially the older vampires who were far more settled in their ways.

"And Calvin decided to claim this town as his when he first arrived?" Jack asked.

"No one else would have." This comment, from Lucas, caused Hannah to elbow him sharply in the ribs. He frowned at her as he rubbed the offended area. "It's true, no one would claim this town," he protested.

"My brother does," Jack told him. "Braith is working to unite all of the towns and communities."

They stared at him before glancing at each other again. "To be united with other towns would certainly be strange for us," Abe said after an extended silence.

"We'll be staying here to work on it," Jack assured him.

Hannah shifted her weight from foot to foot as Lucas began to tap his fingers against his leg. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable at the boarding house then," Hannah suggested. "Tilly is better suited to accommodate long term guests."

"Hannah," Lucas said under his breath.

"What?" she whispered back to him. "It's true."

"He has coin."

Hannah held her hand over her mouth but Jack was still able to hear her words. "He's a prince."

Lucas glanced at him before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, ok," he muttered.

Annoyance filtered through him, but he managed to keep his tone neutral when he spoke again. "The rooms here are fine."

She blinked at him and then opened her mouth to protest, but Abe cut her off. "And we will be happy to have you here. I think it's time we get some rest now. It will be time to open again before we know it."

Though she still didn't look pleased, Hannah didn't argue with her uncle's decision. "Is there anything we can get you first?" she asked him.

He found he couldn't tear his gaze away from hers as her full mouth compressed. "We'll be fine," he assured her.

"I need some sleep myself," William announced as he bounced to his feet. "It's been a tiring night."

Jack had to force himself to focus on his friend. "I'd like to take a look around town later today."

"Wake me when you're ready."

William turned and walked up the stairs with more energy than most humans would have after a night of no sleep, but lack of sleep was something William tolerated with far more ease than the average human. They had learned last year that William most likely had vampire DNA in him when Aria had survived the change from human to vampire.

Hannah released a soft noise when Jack rose from the table. Her eyes flitted away when he turned toward her. He hadn't thought it was possible but the color that crept into her cheeks made her even more appealing. There were few times in his life that he'd been enchanted by something, but he was beginning to feel a little bewitched by this woman before him.

"Just ring the bell if you need something," she blurted.

As she hurried up the stairs Jack couldn't help but wonder if something would include herself.

***

"This is one strange little town," William muttered as he looked around at the people and vampires staring at them with open curiosity.

"Word has probably spread as to who we are."

"As to who you are my friend," William retorted.

"Your sister is the queen," Jack reminded him.

William scowled at him as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. Over the last year his shoulders had become broader; he'd put more muscle and bulk onto what had once been a frame kept slender by lack of food. Starvation wasn't a concern for him anymore though and his body had developed into the physique it was meant to have. William was still about an inch shorter than him, at about six foot two, but Jack was beginning to think that William would become broader than him soon.

"I always knew Aria would drag me down with her," William said.

Jack released a bark of laughter as they stepped off the wooden sidewalk and made their way across the street to the other sidewalk. Dust kicked up around their feet from their passing over the cobblestone street, the particles of it drifted through the crisp mountain air. They walked past an assortment of stores and homes, some of which had their shutters closed over the windows and others that held welcoming signs. He spotted people and vampires moving around within some of the stores and sitting at tables within the small diner.

On the surface it appeared to be like so many of the other towns he had passed through over the years but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about this one. Most of the occupants openly watched them but none of them spoke to either he or William. He got the distinct impression that they wanted to though, some of them took a few steps closer as if to start a conversation. A young vampire child stopped to watch them but his mother grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him in the other direction.

"Do we stink?" William asked and surreptitiously sniffed at his armpit.

"Something around here does," Jack said as a human couple stopped to watch them before retreating into a thrift store.

At the end of the road an old Victorian with two turrets jutting out the top of it, rose into the sky. It loomed over top of the other buildings like some ominous gargoyle marking its territory. Nearing the massive gray and black home, Jack knew who it belonged to even before he saw the wrought iron gate with two foot spikes jutting out the top of it, surrounding the property. Two dogs, each about the size of a pony, patrolled behind the gates in a pattern that had worn the grass down to dirt around the perimeter. The fading rays of the sun glinted on the windows as the sun slipped over the horizon.

William let out a low whistle. "I guess we know who owns that house."

"Hmm." Jack rubbed at his chin as he studied the formidable structure that sported fresher paint, newer roof and windows, and almost ten times the space as most of the buildings and homes surrounding it.

"Are you going to go in there and act all princely with him again?"

It had been amusing when William had turned that cocky smirk on Braith, he didn't find it amusing now. "I'd like to learn a little more about this place, and him, first."

Turning around, their boots clunked on the wooden walk as they strode back toward the tavern. It grated on his nerves that humans and vampires continued to step aside to let them pass by. He grew so tired of it that he threw the door open on the next business they came across. Shadows hugged the two dozen or so racks of clothing set up within the small store. A young woman, with hair the color of the sun, lifted her head from where she had been resting it on her arms. William perked up like a happy puppy being offered a bone as he sent Jack a questioning look.

"Human," Jack confirmed as he caught the faint beat of her heart.

William was smiling confidently as he strode toward the young woman. Jack shook his head and began to weave through the racks of clothes to the back of the store. His fingers trailed over the wool clothing that wasn't as fine as the wool and sometimes even silk cloth in the towns closest to the palace, but it was a far sturdier quality than the flaxen materials he'd worn while he'd been with the rebels in the woods. His fingers idly rubbed at the material as his mind drifted away to another time and place...

"Here you go."

Jack stared at the young girl that thrust the clothes into his hands and gave him a lopsided smile. Her auburn hair gleamed in the sun's rays, dirt streaked her freckled face but her teeth were good and she appeared healthy even though the edge of her collarbone stuck out from beneath her shirt. She didn't look any older than thirteen or fourteen but there was an air surrounding her that made her seem twenty years older.

In fact, there was something about all the humans gathered within the woods that made them seem at least twenty years older. He glanced at the faces surrounding him. Though he saw pride and determination in their set chins and steadfast gazes, he also saw an air of acceptance that their lives would never be any better than this, that most of them wouldn't live past fifty, and that if they were caught they faced a fate worse than death.

"They might not be the right size but given time, and proper measurements, someone should be able to make you something that fits you better. I don't sew but there are some other women in the camp that can help you with it when the need arises," the girl continued. She thrust out a slender hand that was marred with scratches and cuts. Her palm was rough against his when he took hold of it and shook it. "Aria."

"Jack."

She nodded as she released his hand and hefted a bow onto her back. "Welcome to the forest, Jack."

"I've been in the woods for a couple of years now."

The smirk she shot him made him realize that though she looked innocent, there was a mischievousness within her that made him want to hide his meager belongings. "But you haven't been here before, and this is where all the fun is," she told him.

"Aria, be good." David stepped forward and rested his hand on her bony shoulder. "You don't want to scare him off before he gets to know everyone else."

She shrugged but love radiated in her gaze as she tilted her head to look up at David. "William is the one that scares everyone off."

"Sure he is. Go on now, William is looking for you. He's going on a hunting trip with Max."

"Ok dad." She squeezed David's hand before darting away with the grace of a cat. Jack frowned as David watched her go with a look of adoration that he'd never seen on his father's face, and never would. David turned back to him. "The twins are a handful but they mean well."

Jack nodded and adjusted his grip on the new clothes in his arms. He hadn't been living in the lap of luxury these past two years, but he'd at least had a roof over his head and a cot to lie on. Looking through the trees he spotted scattered beds made out of leaves, worn blankets, and rolled up clothes being used for pillows. He caught a glimpse of Aria making her way through the woods with a redhead that he assumed was her brother William, and a slender blond boy that must be Max.

"I'm sure they do," Jack assured him.

"Maybe one day, if we're successful, I'll be able to give my children a better life. The life that they deserve." Jack didn't know how to respond to that so he remained silent. "We have even less here than what you're used to, but there are nearby caves that we also use for shelter. In the spring and fall we tend to spend more time outside, but a lot of our supplies are stashed within the caves. I'll show them to you at some point. Daniel has a talent for designing traps and latches that is ingenious, and keeps our supplies protected."

Jack's ears pricked at the mention of the caves and supplies stashed within them, but even as he thought of those supplies his gaze landed upon the people gathered by a small river trickling through the encampment. They had so little and yet they were laughing as they washed their clothes and hung them from the tree branches.

"There are no fires above ground; we can't attract the attention of the troops that patrol the woods. All the cooking is done within the caves too," David continued.

Daniel was waiting for them by a cluster of trees. He spoke as he turned to walk through the woods. "There's an area back here that's not as crowded, but if you would prefer something else I'm sure we could find it for you."

Daniel pointed to a pile that had been created out of leaves and blankets. Jack stared at it as he finally realized that this was where he was supposed to sleep from now on. There was no privacy, no roof. There was nothing but the trees above for protection from the elements.

What have I gotten myself into? He thought.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. There was nothing here, there were no expectations, there was no one to hate him and try to destroy him mentally now that he was too old for fists. There was no Caleb or Braith to live in the shadow of. There was simply him and he could be anything he aspired to be here. He could almost even be one of these rebels, for now. He'd have to return to the palace one day, but it would be his choice when he went back and as he stood there he realized it wasn't going to be anytime soon.

There was still much to learn about the rebel forces after all, or at least that was what he told himself, and what he would tell his father when he returned.

"This will be fine," he assured Daniel.

"Unless you become known with the king's soldiers you can still move in and out with the outer rebel units, you can also return to the homes whenever you would like," David told him. "If you're ever spotted or recognized though, you can't return to the outer units. We have a few people here that are unable to move back and forth because they'll be recognized. If you're careful it shouldn't be a problem. Even I am still able to move through the outer towns and I've been doing this my entire life."

"I understand," Jack assured him.

"We'll let you get settled and take a look around the camp."

Jack nodded and watched the father and son walk away with their heads bent close together before turning his attention to his new surroundings. He could see his fingers through the flimsy brown material as he ran them under the inside of the cloth. He'd never owned clothes so thin and so poorly constructed before, but he had earned these clothes. They were the first things in his life that he'd ever truly merited and he was strangely proud of that fact as he placed them on his crudely constructed bed. For the first time in years, he was actually happy as he looked around the woods.

The material slipped from Jack's hand as the sound of a bell ringing pulled him from the memory. He blinked at the shadowy interior of the store, briefly disoriented by his surroundings. Recognition and clarity filled him when the smell of apple blossoms penetrated through the scents of cloth, molasses, oat, and the coppery tang of human blood to catch his attention. Stepping away from the rack of clothes, he found her instantly within the dark store. She was an enticing beacon of light that drew him as surely as the apple blossom scent that she emitted.

There were those that had seen ghosts that didn't look as startled as she did to see him. The small gasp that escaped her drew his attention to her full mouth. An entirely kissable mouth, he decided as a possessive urge he'd never felt before swelled like the rising tide within him. His fangs pricked as her aroma became even more heightened in the air.