Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I do not own POtC. Nor do I own any of the characters that you recognize. They all belong to Disney.

AN: Let me tell ya, watching Angel at twelve in the morning sure does give you the warm fuzzies. Although, not the same fuzzies that Captain Jack gives you. Mmmm . . . Captain Jack . . .

Light Among Shadows

Chapter 7: Who Are You?

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" she screamed. The men in front of her didn't stop. They continued to walk towards her, their dark hoods covering their faces. The scar on her shoulder burned as they drew closer. God, what was going on? Who were these people and what did they want from her? Why couldn't they just leave her alone?

"Go away! Don't touch me!" she cried as they stepped up to her, their arms outstretched, their hands grabbing for her.

One of the men grabbed hold of her wrist; another grabbed her around her waist. They pulled her closer to them as she struggled against them, kicking and punching at them but to no avail, the men were too strong.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The men picked her up quickly, pulling her somewhere she couldn't see.

"Where are you taking me?" she screamed. "Put me down!"

The men stopped, one of them staring down at her. He stared at her for a moment, and then turned his head slightly, looking at something in front of them. She lifted her head slightly, following his gaze.

A large gold-filled chest stood in front of them, skulls glaring out at them. Her eyes widened, this couldn't be happening.

The men carried her closer to the chest, and then stopped as soon as they reached it. Four men held her arms and legs, holding her above the stone chest. A fifth man walked up to her side, holding out a small stone knife. The man raised the knife slowly and then plunged it down.

She screamed, pain erupting from her belly.

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Anneliese bolted up in bed, panting, her eyes wide. The thin shirt clung to her, sweat holding it to her. Her black hair clung to her face, small strands moving slightly as she panted in quick breaths.

Her eyes glanced around the room, confusion entering her mind. Where was she? She couldn't remember. Nothing but the dream encompassed her mind, the images-the pain- filtering through to her conscious mind. "Oh God," she whispered, clutching her stomach.

Suddenly, images filtered through the memories of her dream. Memories of the night before. Memories of things that she had done. Or rather, things that she hadn't done. Things that someone else had done.

Anneliese threw the sheets off of her, crossing her legs slowly and staring down at her bare skin. The hazy sunlight filtered in through the small window, casting shadows over her. How had she gotten here? How had she come to be in this strange room when she had fallen asleep in her own room? She remembered falling asleep after the whole ordeal with the cloaked men, and then she remembered waking up, straddling Jack's legs. God how this world was going insane.

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"So, sources say a girl entered yer room late last night, lad," Melecent said, grinning at Jack over her mug of rum.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Complicated story. Can't really get into it."

"An' why is that Jack? What is it that ya don' wanna talk about?"

Jack's eyes grew distant for a moment, his thoughts sorting through the events of the night before. He shrugged. "Nothin' really. She was sleep walkin'."

Melecent stared at him, unsure if she was going to believe him. In the entire time they had know each other, he had never lied to her, especially not with him having served on a ship with her husband, God rest his soul. He had been the one to come and tell her that her husband had died while out at sea, having been the victim of a terrible storm that had popped up out of no where, claiming the lives of several of Jack's men. Course, this had all been before the Pearl had been stolen from him.

"Yer not gonna start lyin' ta me now, are ya Jack? Not after all this time?" she asked, pulling the mug from his hand and holding it out of his reach.

Jack glared at her, pursing his lips slightly. "She came inta me room last night," he stated simply.

Melecent's eyebrows rose slightly. "And?" she prompted.

"She came inta me room," Jack repeated.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "And what did ya do? Did ya . . ." she waggled her eyebrows, "ya know . . ."

Jack sighed. "One, she's too young. She's jus' a kid," he replied, holding up one finger. "And two, it wasn't 'er," he said, adding a second finger to the first.

Melecent's eyes narrowed. "But ya jus' said it was her," she replied, confusion written on her face.

"I know what I said Melecent, and it was her. But yet it wasn't her."

"Yer confusin' me Jack. Was it, or was it not the kid that entered yer room last night?"

"Oh it was 'er body all right, but it wasn't 'er. It was like she was possessed or somethin'," Jack answered, shrugging.

"Possessed? What're ya talkin' about? Things like that don't really happen."

Jack gave a humorous laugh. "You 'aven't seen the things I've seen love. And among all those things, possession is just another thing ta deal with."

"Then how're ya gonna deal with this one?"

Jack shrugged again. "Don' know, but I'll figure it out."

Melecent nodded, accepting his answer for the time being. She knew not to pry. Even if he told her the truth, there were still some things that she knew he wouldn't tell her until he was ready. Some things that he had to keep secret if only for his own sanity, what little there was left.

"Uh huh, so tell me about these new friends of yers. Young Mr. and Mrs. Turner seem awfully uptight ta be yer friends," she replied, handing Jack his mug back.

Jack laughed again. "They're alright once ya get ta know 'em," he replied, leaning into her and beginning his tale of the meeting between himself and the two friends he had made.

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Jack leaned against the open doorway, crossing his arms across his chest. "So, who are you?"

Anneliese jumped slightly, turning around quickly. She hadn't even heard him open the door. "God, Sparrow, you scared the crap out of me!"

Jack merely raised his eyebrows. "Thought I told ya ta keep the door locked, too."

Anneliese rolled her eyes. "I forgot. Sorry. I had a lot on my mind."

"Which brings me back to the question of: who are you?"

"I told you who I was Sparrow," she replied, sitting down heavily on the edge of her bed.

"You know what I meant."

Anneliese was silent, staring down at her hands as she played with the string to her shirt. She shifted her hands, playing with the wrinkles in her grey breeches. "I don't know. I don't even remember leaving my room."

"Wouldn't doubt it. Don't think it was actually you."

Anneliese's head shot up, her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Jack shrugged, walking further into her room, shutting the door behind him. "You were speakin' in a strange language when ya climbed on top o' me," he replied grinning at her.

Anneliese rolled her eyes. "Get on with it."

"Ya jus' seemed different. More aggressive . . . although in a different sort of way. Seemed like ya wanted ta . . ." he trailed off.

"Like I wanted to what? Jump your bones?"

"Jump my what?"

She sighed. "Sleep with you," she clarified.

Jack gave a slight grin. "Aye, that."

Anneliese stared up into his eyes. "Why would I want to do that? Especially with you?"

Jack sighed again. "As I said before, I don' think it was you. You even seemed ta look different."

She sighed, shaking her head. "I don't know what to tell you."

"What about those men last night? Who were they?"

Anneliese shook her head again. "I don't know. I've never seen them before in my life," she paused, giving a harsh laugh. "Of course, I wouldn't would I? I don't belong here."

Jack stepped forward quickly, his hand flicking out and pulling down her shirt. The scar on her shoulder glared up at him, its skull face darkened by shadows. Anneliese had flinched when Jack had come at her, not knowing what he had planned to do. When he had pulled down her shirt, she had almost been frightened, thinking that he had planned to do something about what had happened the night before.

Jack's fingers ran over the scar lightly, sending shivers down her skin as his rough fingertips tickled her skin. He bent over, leaning into her. Anneliese shivered again as his hot breath brushed her shoulder.

"I believe everything 'as somethin' ta do with this," he said finally.

Anneliese tilted her head slightly, attempting to see what he was doing. Jack lifted his head moments later, bringing their faces within inches of each other. Their breath mingled for a moment, their eyes locking. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, inhaling his scent, the smell of the sea clinging to him.

The door to her room swung open quickly, a tall form filling the frame before they could pull apart.

"And you said nothing happened."

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Up Next: Chapter 8: Clues. Who was it that walked in on them? What was it that Jack had figured out? Find out next time!

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