Jack wasn't entirely sure what had happened. One minute he was cheerfully beating a smaller vamp and the next minute the guy had launched to his feet and was trying to repair all the damage that had been done. He gazed around in astonishment as tables and chairs were righted, the ruined furniture was hastily thrown behind the swinging kitchen door, and people that had just been pummeling each other were now scrambling to find seats at the same table like some sort of demented game of musical chairs.

He spotted a man with wavy brown hair and brown eyes rapidly throwing debris into an empty pot before dashing toward the kitchen area. William straightened his shirt and ran his fingers through his disordered hair. A purple bruise was beginning to form on his cheek but he appeared otherwise unharmed from the melee.

"What's going on?" William muttered.

"I don't know," Jack answered.

"Sit stranger, if you know what's best for you, you'll sit," a man with a blossoming black eye said out of the corner of his mouth. The man kept his head bowed but Jack knew his attention wasn't on the cards he clenched in his hands.

Jack exchanged a look with William. Jack had faced his father down, a man that had managed to survive a stake through the heart, he wasn't about to sit because of this Calvin guy that had caused everyone to scatter. "Stranger, you don't know what you're asking for," the man continued.

Jack folded his arms over his chest. No, he didn't know what he was asking for and it was rare that the prince within him reared to life, but nearly a millennium of breeding and pride surged to the forefront to keep him standing. He didn't fear anyone, well maybe Braith when Aria was threatened, but certainly not anyone else.

"Sit," he said to William.

William snorted and shook his head. "That's not going to happen."

Jack stepped a little closer to his friend as the front door opened. He detected the distant sound of a lake lapping against the shore as a vampire stepped through the doorway. The vampire's shoulders took up almost the entire doorframe as eyes the color of gold surveyed the room with open disdain. His hair, the same color as his eyes, was brushed back from the well-defined planes of his angular face as it fell to his shoulders.

Jack knew power; he was a member of the most powerful vampire line in existence, he'd been around it his entire life, and this man oozed it in waves. This was one well fed, extremely old vampire standing across from him. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed the man was a member of the aristocratic vampire line, but he knew all the members that were left of the ruling families and this man wasn't one of them. Jack had never seen the man across from him around the palace, not even before, during, or after either of the last two major wars.

Calvin remained unmoving as he raked Jack from head to toe with a look that would have intimidated all humans, and probably most vampires, but Jack only smiled in return. Calvin was built more like Braith than Jack's own leaner form, with broad shoulders and a thicker chest. He was a good two inches taller than Jack and at least twenty pounds heavier.

Calvin pulled his gloves off as he entered the building and dropped them on a table that was, due to its missing leg, now being propped up by the knees of the men sitting around it. The men at the table winced as Calvin's shrewd eyes narrowed upon them. One of them stuck his hand beneath the table to keep it from shaking.

Jack moved William back a step with his shoulder as Calvin began to walk through the room. William didn't push against him but he kept his feet planted as he resisted Jack's attempt to move him. Jack kept his body firmly in front of him though. William may be one of the toughest humans Jack knew, but he was no match for this vampire, and Aria would kick his ass if something were to happen to William.

"Was there a fight in here?" Calvin inquired as he stopped next to a chair that had a fissure running down the back of it. The man sitting in the chair lifted his head to look at him but didn't respond.

The occupants within the room remained mute; most kept their gazes focused on the scarred table tops. Jack held Calvin's gaze as he turned back to him and tilted his head to the side. A strand of golden hair fell past the corner of his right eye and down to his chin. "Stranger, was there a fight here?"

"Of course there wasn't a fight, Calvin."

Jack turned as a woman emerged from the kitchen. He'd spotted her amongst the melee and was fairly certain she was the one who had dumped the pot of water on them all. He'd only caught sight of her briefly before, but now he found his eyes riveted to her as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen with her shoulders thrust back, and her round chin jutting out. Her hands were folded before her, but though she was trying to appear demure, there was fire in her jade green eyes.

"Ah Hannah," Calvin purred as he hurried toward her.

Jack bristled as something flickered across her face; he sensed her intense dislike of the man approaching her. He was astounded to find his upper lip curling into a snarl as Calvin grasped hold of her hands. The woman's round face remained impassive but her full lips compressed into a flat line. The man lifted her hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. The action caused unexpected anger to slither hotly through Jack's gut.

She remained unmoving as Calvin lowered her hand. "You must let me know if these ruffians are causing you any trouble, I will take care of it at once."

"Thank you Calvin, but there hasn't been any trouble that we couldn't handle." It was the subtle tic in her cheek that alerted Jack to the fact that she was trying to pull her hand free. She finally succeeded in freeing herself and shoved both hands into the pockets of her apron as she briefly met Jack's gaze. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes as they flickered swiftly over him before turning back to Calvin. "Uncle Abe and Lucas..."

"Abe is too feeble to be of any help and Lucas... Well we both know your cousin is vulnerable too."

She blinked as a muscle in her jaw jumped. "So am I Calvin."

"Now now, I meant nothing by it Hannah," Calvin said as he pat her hand. "So many are unique here." William shot him a questioning look but Jack had no idea what that statement had meant either. He had a feeling he would find out before their time in this town was over. "Come, let us sit and enjoy ourselves for a bit. It is our night together after all."

Jack watched as Hannah's gaze darted over the tables, most of which were probably broken by now. She looked like she was going to bolt but she remained unmoving before Calvin. Jack was tempted to intervene but he was uncertain as to what was going on. She looked uncomfortable in her own skin and yet Calvin was talking as if it was their date night. The door opened again and three more vamps slid inside. Judging by the cloaks they wore, in the matching royal blue color of the one Calvin was wearing, they were Calvin's men, or at least they were his associates. Most of the other men in the tavern hunched further forward at the introduction of these new vampires.

Calvin slid his arm through Hannah's and moved her toward one of the tables. She walked beside him awkwardly but didn't try to extricate herself from his grasp as he pulled a chair out for her. Those jade green eyes met and held Jack's as she sat stiffly in the chair. Her chocolate colored hair tumbled to the middle of her back in subtle waves that accentuated her understated beauty and emphasized the startling color of her eye and the fairness of her skin.

Another vampire woman made her way over to them. Her wheat blond hair hung in a braid to her waist; her brown eyes were troubled as she twisted a flute within her fingers. Hannah finally broke eye contact with him to speak with the woman. "Why don't you play some more Ellen, I'm sure everyone would like to hear another song," Hannah suggested.

Ellen nervously glanced around the tavern before nodding briskly and heading over to the small stage set up on the other side of the room by the stairs. An elderly, frail looking man hovered in the doorway of the kitchen before he turned and retreated into the kitchen. The young man that had been fighting with them earlier also disappeared into the kitchen right behind him.

Jack nodded to William to sit before grabbing the chair he had vacated and sliding into it. His bow and quiver had been shoved under the table with William's, but they appeared otherwise untouched. He found his gaze drawn back to Hannah as Calvin took hold of her hand again and leaned toward her. Her spine was as straight as an arrow, her shoulders remained rigid. She had to keep tugging the collar up of the lightweight, faded green dress that was baggy on her slender frame.

"What is going on here?" William hissed in his ear.

Jack shook his head as he glanced around the tavern again. He'd been in hundreds of these kinds of establishments over the years, but he'd never been in one that remained as hushed as this one. He could hear the clatter of pots and dishes in the back, and if it hadn't been for the flute, the only other sound from the patrons would have been the occasional shifting of someone in one of the wobbly chairs. Though Jack got the distinct impression that most of the occupants were fighting the impulse to flee, they all remained seated. His gaze was drawn back to Hannah and Calvin seated just three tables away and talking discreetly amongst themselves.

An hour slipped by but the easy camaraderie that had filled the tavern, even during the fight, never returned. No one else even entered the building. Only Calvin seemed pleased as he chatted happily and with florid hand gestures that Jack thought were far more exaggerated than they had to be.

After a few more minutes, Hannah said something and rose to her feet. Calvin stood beside her, took hold of her hand and bent over to place a kiss on the back of it again. She stared at him before nodding and hurrying away to the kitchen. Calvin retrieved his gloves and gestured for his men to follow him out of the building.

After a few more tense minutes an oppressive weight seemed to lift as shoulders relaxed, cards were dealt and laughter filled the barroom once more. Jack found his eyes repeatedly drawn back to the kitchen area but Hannah didn't reappear as the night wore on. Rubbing at his neck, Jack pushed away his empty tankard and rose to his feet. William had started a game of dice with some of the men within the room but he stopped in mid roll when Jack stood.

"I'm going to see if I can find us some rooms," Jack informed him.

"There's some rooms above that Abe will rent to you for the night," one of the men at the table informed him.

Jack nodded as he made his way through the room toward where he'd seen Hannah disappear earlier. He'd only meant to stay in this town for a few days, but he was beginning to suspect it may end up being even longer. His curiosity had been pricked by the strange effect Calvin had over the men and women gathered within this building. The practice of keeping blood slaves had ended, there was supposed to be equal rights for everyone. He was certain that Calvin had more power here than he was supposed to though, and that he wielded it in ways that Braith, the Council, and the rebels had all fought to end. Many people and vampires had died to make sure vampires like Calvin didn't run things anymore. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew exactly what was going on in this strange little town.

The frail looking man Jack had seen earlier appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. He took a step back when he spotted Jack right outside the door. "You have rooms for rent?" Jack inquired.

The bowlegged man nodded enthusiastically. Jack could tell by the lack of a heartbeat that the man wasn't human but his hunched shoulders and graying hair made him appear to be in his sixties. Jack wondered if perhaps he'd managed to survive the change or if he had some defect in his DNA, like Saul, and hadn't stopped aging in his twenties like most vampires did. He thought the defect in the DNA was much more likely than him having survived the change.

"We do," the man confirmed.

"I'd like two."

"I'll get the keys." The man was far quicker on his skinny legs than Jack would have expected from him as he disappeared and reappeared in less than thirty seconds. "Two coppers."

Jack adjusted the bow on his back as he dug into his pocket and pulled out the money bag he'd shoved in there. There wasn't much he missed about the days before his father's war, when the humans had ruled the world. He hadn't been much of a fan of cell phones, computers had irritated him, and unlike Braith he'd always preferred a fast horse to a car. There was something much more freeing about being on the back of a horse. He did, however, miss paper money and debit cards. He missed a thin wallet with all of his stuff neatly organized within, but after the war most technology hadn't survived and no one had tried to maintain what little remained or tried to bring it back. Paper money had fallen apart over time and most vampires had always felt more comfortable in dealing with the metal currency anyway. Unfortunately it was cumbersome and awkward to carry around all the time.

Digging through the bag he pulled out two copper pieces and handed it to the man. "Rooms are right up those stairs."

The man pointed to the set of stairs on the other side of the room. Jack nodded but found himself hesitating outside the doorway. It wasn't until the older looking vamp frowned at him that he realized he was loitering in the hopes of getting another glimpse of Hannah. He mentally shook himself and turned away from the man.

William had walked over to join him and held out his hand for his room key. "These guys are easy pickings; I'm going to stay up for a bit."

"Don't get yourself knifed."

William flashed a smile and rubbed at the trimmed auburn beard that he'd grown over the past few months. "Me? Never." William pitched his voice low before continuing on. "I'm going to see what I can find out about this Calvin, and what's going on in this town."

"Just be careful."

"Always." William strode back through the smoky haze to the table he'd just vacated. Jack glanced at the night beyond the windows before pulling himself away from the kitchen door. His eyelids were drooping as he plodded up the steps that creaked and groaned beneath him. He glanced back at the room as he went, but though Ellen was still playing the flute, Hannah hadn't reemerged.

A wall quickly replaced his view of the main room as he made it to the second floor. There were gaps between the boards that revealed glimpses of the light filtering up from below and did little to block the music and laughter. He stopped outside room three and slid the key in.

He'd spent a lot of time in some not so great places over the past seven years, but as he located and turned on the lantern within the room, he was pleased to realize that this room wasn't among the worst of them. He wasn't so sure the chair in the corner would hold him, but the bed seemed solid and the mattress didn't sag down when he sat on it. He didn't see any cobwebs in the rafters which was more than he could say for most of the places he'd slept in over the past year.

Kicking his boots off, he fell back against the bed and folded his hands behind his head as he stared into the shadowed rafters. Hunger twisted through his belly but though he knew he could probably find someone willing to share their vein, or a donation center, he didn't have the energy to climb back off the bed. He could sate his appetite in the morning.

His hand felt heavy as he lifted it to rub at the bridge of his nose. A headache had been nagging at him ever since that memory of David had resurfaced yesterday. There was a throbbing in his chest, one that he recognized as grief, but he'd gotten better at dealing with the emotion over the past year. Well, that was if he could call what he and William were doing as dealing with it.

His own father had been killed during the war, brought down by his brother Caleb at first, but Braith had been the one to remove the head from his body. There were many things Jack didn't know about his vampire line, or the power that drove it, but his bastard of a father had somehow managed to survive a stake through the heart. It was possible that Braith, or even he, could survive a stake to the heart as well, but it wasn't a theory he was going to try and prove anytime soon.

Jack would have killed his father himself without feeling an iota of remorse. No, it wasn't his father he grieved for, or his brother Caleb. He grieved for the man who had taken him in and treated him with far more respect than his own father ever had. He'd found a family and friends amongst David and his children. He knew he still had William and his siblings, but he missed the man that had shown him patience, kindness, and a whole new appreciation for the human race that went far beyond the fact that they were a food supply.

Reaching over, he turned the lantern down. Laughter drifted up from below but it did little to ease the melancholy settling into his bones. It's only because the one year anniversary of David's death is a week away, he told himself. That was why the memories and sorrow were haunting him like a poltergeist today, but even as he thought it he knew he was lying to himself. He and William had been running from the memories ever since they'd left the palace behind.

They'd return soon, he told himself, but he knew he was just lying to himself about that too.