AUTHOR'S NOTE - Thanks, guys, for the gret reviews on my first fan fiction chapter! I love you all! :)

Believe me, I was as annoyed as I'm sure you all were when I found out that Lyd hadn't killed of that evil son of a bitch, Cal, but I'll just have to make do. She's told me exactly what she wants done with him (my cousin is so bossy at times!), so I'll do my best. Here goes....

July 21st 1913

Cal's POV

For a year after my little trip to Chippewa Falls, I was like a lion in a cage. I was unpredicatbly aggressive and would snap at anyone at anytime. I truly felt no happiness or compassion in me at all. And the little that may have been hidden inside me somewhere was washed away by the large amounts of brandy and whisky I began consuming on a daily basis. For 12 months I was rarely sober enough to give a damn about anyone but myself. That was the wonderous thing about alcahol, if you down enough of the stuff, you're too drunk to feel anything. And I didn't dare feel anything. I knew that if I allowed myself to have feelings, I'd feel for Rose. My lost love.

I did love her, in my own way. I may not have shown it very well, but I wasn't brought up to think that showing love was important to women. My own parents were the example I lived by. My mother was married off to the best (and richest) suitor. Just like Rose would have, had it not been for that wretched Jack Dawson. Everything was so perfect, and then he had to go and ruin it. I never had a chance to prove to Rose how much I really did love her before he stole her from me. In a way, it hurt to think that she wanted him more than me. But why? What could a penniless gutter rat have that I didn't? Love. That's what. It's just my wretched luck that I didn't work that out until it was too late.

Now when you only see a year from the bottom of a whiskly bottle, it starts to affect you. Mentally and physicly. I was told by my doctor that unless I stopped soon, I was liable to do some proper damage to my body. Something inside me wanted to carry on, to drink myself to death, but I knew I had to stop. Get a grip of yourself, Cal, I told myself. What sort of a man gives up like that? And I honestly can't imagine how I did it, but I was sober eventually. I kept my proud head high and carried on with my life.

I wasn't looked upon with the same respect from the other members of society. Word had spread about my downfall on the Titanic, how I'd lost my fiancé to a gutter rat, how I'd nearly drunk myself into oblivion. They all knew about the Heart of the Ocean, the lost diamond and how Caledon Hockley had carelessly lost it. But I, being the proud man I am, ignored them all. I devoted myself to my profits and buisness and shut them all out. That is, until I met her.

Rebecca Annelise Davies. A beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. She was blessed with thick, glossy chestnut hair down to her waist, which she embroided with ribbons. Smooth, sun-kissed skin, and the most intense eyes I'd ever laid eyes on in my life. It was as though she was surrounded by a heavanly glow. Right from the moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted her. I needed her. But I couldn't have her.

She was the daughter of a rich buisnessman, Samuel Davies, who had made his fortune from the wood industry. He sold his wood to furniture companies for good money, and I knew he'd only want the very best for his daughter after she'd grown up in such splendour. He certainly wouldn't approve of a bad-named ex-drunk with a runaway fiancé.

Rebecca and I met on the night of July 21st 1913, at a birthday gala held for her mother. Everyone who was anyone was there, and of course, so was I. Though I was not looked upon with the same respect as I once was, I was still a good person to be on good terms with. The gala was held at her family's home in New York, and it seemed her parents were determined it would be made a night to remember. Which it was, for me.

When I met Rebecca, I was having a discussion with her father about our buisnesses. We talked about various things, profit, sales, etc, when the beautiful woman approached us. Rebecca was wearing a floor legnth purple velvet evening gown and her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders with just a few strands plaited with pruple ribbon. She tapped her father on the shoulder.

"Father, Mother wants to know if the caterers remembered to bring the caviar", she explained to him in her well-educated voice.

"Yes, my dear, I'm sure they did" Samuel assured his daughter. Then he noticed me staring at the vision of beauty hanging onto his arm.

"Ah, Cal, I don't beleive you've met my daughter Rebecca?" he said, gesturing his daughter forward.

"Pleasure to meet you" she said with a polite smile, holding out her hand. I finally snapped out of my trance.

"Ah, yes, pleasure to meet you too" I said, trying not to sound nervous. I took her hand and shook it lightly. Then I lifted it to my lips and kissed it. Her skin was so soft... so perfect... And then she was gone. She'd glided off to talk to her mother again, across the room. As I watched her walk away, I didn't here Samuel carry on with our conversation. I didn't here anything or see anything except her. I had to speak with her again. I had to.

When the band started up for a dance, I quickly checked my reflection in a mirror, breathed a sigh and walked over to her. I tapped her shoulder for her attention and asked her to dance. She accepted politely, but I could tell she thought it nothing more than a polite dance. Nevertheless, I enjoyed every second I spend gliding around the floor with her. I gave her my most charming smile, trying to seem as perfect as possible. I'd done the exact same thing with Rose and it had worked at first, and I hoped it would work with Rebecca. It seemed to, she smiled back at me, and let out a small giggle when I kissed her hand again at the end of the dance.

I stalked her for the rest of the evening, staying a fair distance back, but never once taking my eyes away from her gorgeous body. And when she stepped outside into the courtyard, I seized the chance. I grabbed two glasses of champagne from a nearby waiter and followed her. I found her outside, leaning against the wall, gazing up at the sky. She breathed in the cool night air and dabbed at her forehead with a gloved hand. I walked up beside her and cleared my throat. She jumped, startled to see me.

"Oh, hello again" she said with a slight smile.

"Hello" I greeted back. I held out a glass of champagne. "Here, I thought you might be thirsty"

She took the glass and sipped it gratefully.

"Thank you, I needed that" She did look hot and tired. "So, are you enjoying the party?"

I nodded. "Yes, it's very enjoyable. I can't say your mother seems very happy about being another year older though"

Rebecca chuckled.

"No, Mother never did like birthdays. Father has to buy her more impressive gifts every year just to keep her in a good mood"

"What was this year's gift?"

"A Shi Tzu puppy. She named him Max. He is the sweetest little thing"

"Mmm"

An awkward silence followed, neither one of us sure what to say. I resisted the urge to take her in my arms there and then, knowing if would definately not go down well with her parents. I wondered if she felt the same way as I did. In my head I tried to think of ways I could ask her without seeming rude or forward. I was just about to ask her when she suddenly broke the scilence.

"I'm sorry about your fiancé. Rose, wasn't it?"

My heart skipped a beat. Here I was, worried about being too forward, and she was trying to get me to talk to her about Rose like it was the most acceptable of conversations.

"Yes, Rose" I replied stiffly.

"You must be terribly upset, what with her leaving you"

"Ah, yes, I was"

"Have you found anyone else?"

I looked at her, gazing into her gorgeous eyes. I longed to announce my instant love for her there and then, but manners and the thought of the consiquences held me back.

"No, not yet"

She smiled. Almost as thought she was pleased to hear this, not that she said.

"And how about you? Have you had any... suitors?"

She sighed.

"Daddy keeps introducing me to countless buisnessman friends of his, many of them I detest, and the ones I do like, he doesn't approve of. I wish I could choose my own husband. Or better, I wish it wasn't expected of me to have one. Mother keeps saying I need to hurry up, I'm 23 and according to her, I'm running out of time"

I smiled at her.

"Well I don't think you are. If I may say so, you look so lovely, I'm surprised you aren't overwhelmed with offers"

She returned my smile.
"And would your be one of them, may I ask?" she said playfully.

"It may be..." I hinted with a wink.

She giggled, an adorable sound that made my heart surge with love for her.

From that moment, my mind was made up. I loved Rebecca Annelies Davies, she was the wife I craved, the filling for the large hole in my heart that had existed since Rose left me. But now I needed to find a way to fill it. And there was only one solution - obtaining her father's permission. Yikes.

A'right, what d'ya think guys? Did I do him justice? I'm not trying to make you think of Cal as the good guy, but he's not exactly the pure evil guy anymore, if that makes any sense at all to you! Please review and don't hate me! :D