Rose sensed the hunter nearby. She looked over to Cal, who was busy sweet talking yet another bar maid. He's so damn picky, she thought to herself. And cruel, she added. It was a process she watched over and over again. Rose was tired of watching him torment his victims.

Her eyes flicked to the spot were the hunter hid. He sat in a darkened corner of the room, and she was unable to see his face. There was a very light breeze coming in from the windows, and as it blew through the room, it carried his scent on it. Rose inhaled deeply, without giving herself away. The hunter's blood smelled sweet, and Rose found herself longing for a tiny taste of it.

...

Jack watched as Caledon Hockley flirted with the woman who would no doubt become his next meal. He saw Rose staring at Cal, as if she was either deep in thought, or enjoying what he was doing. Jack couldn't say for sure. Perhaps she was becoming impatient with him. Either way, Jack knew it didn't really matter. As soon as Cal led his victim outside, as vampires never fed in a public building, Jack would kill him.

Then he'd turn his attention to Rose. As much as he hated to admit it, he found her to be extremely beautiful. Her long red curls flowed down past her shoulders, reaching the middle of her back. As to be expected, her skin was pale, but it was gorgeous. Jack hadn't had a clear view of her face yet, but he could only guess that it were beautiful as well. It's a shame she's one of them, he thought.

Cal's movement pulled him from his thoughts. He was leading the young woman outside, to a darkened alley. Rose didn't follow. Jack couldn't kill her here in the bar with so many people around. However, he knew he'd be able to kill Cal once he was outside. So with precision and cunning, Jack found his way outside to the alley, ready to do away with another vampire.

...

Rose felt herself smile as she saw the hunter go out the front door. She knew without a doubt he was going after Cal. That was why Rose had remained here. She had known the hunter wouldn't try to kill her here, with so many people around. Of course, he wouldn't be able to kill her anyways, but he didn't know that.

Unable to help herself, Rose walked outside. She walked around to the side of the building and was glad no one was there. With ease and speed, Rose jumped up and within less than a second was on top peering down at Cal as he was ready to bite down on the woman's neck.

And then, suddenly, she was looking at his rapidly decaying body. Rose felt herself smile as the hunter stood over his smoking remains. For six hundred years Cal had controlled her and used her, which she would no longer have to deal with. But she remembered that Cal had made her what she was, and she enjoyed it from the very first time she opened her eyes.

Rose watched as the hunter picked up his stake and said something to the woman. No doubt hypnotizing her, she thought. Again another breath of wind threw the hunter's scent her way, and her mouth began to water. Even though she was grateful for Cal's demise, she reasoned that by killing her maker, the hunter deserved a little bit of payback.

Rose realized though, after watching the hunter stake Cal, it was none other than Jack Dawson.

...

Upon seeing that Rose was no longer in the bar, Jack retreated back into the streets. He had no idea that the hunter was literally becoming the hunted. He didn't see or hear Rose as she leaped easily from rooftop to rooftop. Nor did her notice her jump into a sprawling tree and cross the street into another sprawling tree. Rose was extremely careful to make sure he didn't notice her until she landed on the ground in the brush.

Jack heard the rustle of bushes and heard the light hearted, yet evil giggle Rose let out. He recognized it immediately. Stake still in hand, he turned and threw it at her the second she came into view.

"If I was human this might actually hurt," Rose said loud enough for him to hear. Jack looked and saw her come out from the darkened night. She had a crooked smile on her face, as if she was up to no good.

Jack saw his stake, now sticking out her hand. "How..." He was speechless. Jack had never missed his mark, ever. The fact that he was alive was proof of that. His eyes returned to her face. He had no clue what was coming over him, but he couldn't help but stare at her.

Her skin and hair were still beautiful, even in the dark. They set off her green eyes. Rose knew her eyes were drawing him in and took the advantage.

"You can't kill me Jack," she said lightly, yet firmly. She could have easily broken their gaze, knowing that she was safe. But there was something extremely beautiful about this man who was supposed to be her mortal enemy. Her plans for payback were quickly disappearing.

"How the hell do you know who I am?" Jack felt strange, but he couldn't explain why. All he knew was that every hunter instinct in him had shut down the moment he locked eyes with Rose.

Rose let out a laugh. "You're pretty well known among vampires." She finally looked to her hand again and quickly pulled it out. "I wasn't sure it really you until I saw you rid this world of Cal." The gaping hole in her palm quickly healed, much to Jack's amazement. "Who, by the way, was my maker," Rose said calmly.

Jack didn't know what to say in response. He felt fear, as vampires tended to be close to their makers. But at the same time, he was completely entranced by her. Rose stepped closer to him, and Jack couldn't make his feet move.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you Jack. Or turn you. I didn't have a choice when I was turned." Then Rose was right there, face to face with him. She smiled at him, letting him see her fangs. "And to be honest, I hated Cal."

"What do you want then?" Rose inched her face closer to his. She thought of saying something in response. Instead, she closed the space between them and touched her lips to his.

Jack returned her kiss.