By the time Jack got back to Sarah's tavern room, his head was pounding. Leaning on the doorframe, he knocked heavily. Sarah opened the door wearing a black night dress looking refreshed and alive. Jack wondered who she had fed on.

"Jack, you look terrible! What's wrong?"

"'Sus a headache, love." Nevertheless, as soon as he got in her room, he sat on the bed and rubbed his head unsteadily. "Sarah, I think I have to have a long conversation with you about the people you conspire with."

Sarah gave him a quizzical look. "You? Giving me advice about people I should hang around with? That's a laugh."

Jack smiled gamely. "Will and Elizabeth Turner's house was looted tonight. Now, as much as I love to take credit for these types of things, my men and I consider the Turners close personal friends, which renders them immune to our thieving."

Sarah had a haughty look on her face. "You think I had something to do with this? I'm high above thievery and pilfering." The dark look she gave him before turning her back silenced his laugh.

"But you're not above murder and execution?" Jack knew he shouldn't have said it but he almost always said the things he wasn't supposed to. Sarah had whipped around and wasn't glaring at him as he thought she would, but looking at him with a desolate, empty expression.

"I didn't choose this life for myself, Jack," was all she said before plowing ahead in a business-like fashion. "The Turner's, Will is the one I met, I remember now. You think I had a hand in it?"

"Well…no, I just thought…," Jack fumbled. Sarah sighed.

"Actually, I might know who it is. A vampire named Axel and his gang followed me to Australia from Ireland so that fact alone means he's persistent."

Jack's interest was peaked now. "Why was he following you?"

"He thought I was his friend."

Jack stood, his head now clear. "You think he might have followed you here? But why would he have destroyed the Turner's house?"

"Axel must have seen me talking to Will the first night I got here. He must be jealous."

Jack felt a swell of envy himself. What was this Axel guy like? Why did he feel he could just follow Sarah around like this? Before he could get these questions out, he and Sarah heard footsteps and hushed voices approaching the tavern. Sarah blew the candles out and grabbed Jack. She threw herself down under the window, pulling Jack with her.

"She's around here somewhere, you say?"

"Oooh yes sir! I saw 'er with me own eyes! Bloody ruthless she was. Feeding, I mean."

"Yes, yes. I know how she gets. But you're sure it was her, Gavin?"

"Yes! Oh it was…never seen one 's pretty as 'er. 'O course, you're the only one who really deserves her, sir heh heh."

Jack recognized that tone of voice. Not the person, mind, just the voice. That 'Sir, I'm below you so I'll flatter you so much you'll remember me anyway' voice. It disgusted him. He looked over at Sarah in the darkness. Her face was a mixture of fear and outrage. She glanced over at him and their eyes met.

'You alright,' Jack mouthed. Sarah nodded and continued to stare at him.

"Gavin, there is no one around here."

"Sir, she was here! You 'ave to believe me!" There was a great sigh from the other person.

"Fine, Gavin. We'll come back tomorrow. We will find her. Little Sarah can't run from me."

The two sets of footsteps soon faded away. Jack raised his eyes to the window then back to Sarah. "What should we do now?"

Sarah shrugged and moved closer to him. Jack froze, his mind going back to those years ago when he was so happy with her. And then she had walked out. Jack shook his head and stood up.

"No."

He lit a few candles and stuck a few cautionary glances out the window. Sarah remained sitting, staring at the rotting floor. Jack didn't look at her, just busied himself with packing her few items in a leather case.

"What are you doing," she muttered.

"Packing your bags. You can't stay here by yourself any longer. I'll take you to Will's. Elizabeth really should have another woman around, to be honest."

"Oh that's brilliant Jack! Send me to the place Axel already tore apart. Wonderful. I'm a vampire, Jack. I can take care of myself."

Jack threw a white nightdress into the case, trying not to feel the texture of it. "If Axel already attacked it, he won't be likely to go back now will he?"

Sarah shook her head. "You don't know him like I do."

Jack found his hands shaking with anger. He turned around and found himself face to face with her. "And how well do you know him, eh kitten? Did you just flirt or were you in the sack in no time? Like it was with me? Did you walk out on him too? DID YOU ABANDON HIM TO THE MISERABLE LIFE HE HAD COME FROM LIKE YOU DID WITH ME?" He found that he had backed Sarah up against the door. Jack opened his mouth then closed it again, not knowing what to say. Sarah looked down, then up again, her glittering with tears.

"Jack…I never had the chance to apologize for what I had done. But it was for your own good. I didn't want to leave you. You saw what vampires are like when they are jealous…if Axel was on my tail, I couldn't let him see that I loved you."

Sarah stopped. She clearly hadn't meant to confess that fact. Jack gave a slow smile. "I never knew you thought that highly of me."

Sarah smiled shakily. Jack lowered his head and kissed her gently. Stepping back, he smiled. "Now. On to the Turners'."