Revenge of the Bleeding Heart

Disclaimer: I only own anything you don't recognize from "Pirates of the Caribbean". This is the sequel to "A Halloween Wish", so suggest you read that first...or you won't understand this.

A/N: As always...I thank all of my reviewers. You all mean so much! ^_~

~Ellmarr: I know I left you hanging...but here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

~Lady Light: Things were bad...but might be looking up...*wink*

~TriGemini: Jack walked away because I felt that he wouldn't yell at her in front of the crew like that. He doesn't overreact unless someone burns his rum...*laughs* He's always so calm. I have major sympathy for him. Someone he loved was with him and lied. *pouts* So sad. Damn that parrot! ^_^ Here's more of the story you like. Enjoy, mate!

~Tuscan Angel: ARG yourself! LOL! I had to leave you hanging. It was fun...^_^ Your wish is granted though...don't ye just love me? *innocent "Jack" puppy-dog eyes*

~BlackLightening019: The plot thickens...and comes together! Enjoy! ^_~

~ Lailonniel22: I know you're dying to know what happens...so here it is. Many questions are answered! *wink* Ta!

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Chapter 8~ Unwanted Feelings

I sat in the crow's nest with my knees pulled up against my chest. "What have I done?" I asked no one in particular, "I didn't do anything wrong." Tears were streaming down my face. I had never felt so guilty in my entire life. Jack looked so sad. I had never seen him like that before. He was either angry or happy...never sad. If he was, he certainly never showed it. "What have I done?" I said again.

"You did a stupid thing," a female voice said from behind me. I turned and saw Anamaria standing there. "What do you want?" I asked as I wiped my tears away.

"Natalie, ye did a stupid thing. Ye hurt Jack...and I never saw him like that before," Anamaria stated.

"I know, but-"

"There are no buts about it, Natalie. Ye lied to him!"

"I'm NOT Natalie anymore. She may live within me, but I'm Morgan Kelly." Anamaria sat down next to me and crossed her arms. "Ye know ye should be with Jack right now. He still loves you, no matter what ye may think. He's been depressed ever since you both separated."

"If he missed me so much, why didn't he come back for me?" I shouted.

"Natalie...he did go back. You weren't there." My eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"We left because...well...Jack was scared."

"Of what?" I asked.

"Of falling in love with you. He confessed it and so did you. That's what scared him. He was so used to whores spending one night with him and then leaving without a feeling. That was the one thing that was different with you. He loved you...and he still does."

"But Anamaria..."

"Natalie, go and see Jack. He needs you-"

"I'm in love with someone else!" I interrupted, "And I'm not Natalie anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Anamaria asked, "You're in love? With whom?"

"This pirate on my ship...Chris. He's so sweet, gentle, respectful, he doesn't drink or sleep with others, and he's everything I could ever want." The woman's eyes fell as she studied me. "Natalie, Chris is safe...you're not. You're dangerous, sly, beautiful, and everything Jack wants. You need to think of him too. He's been without you for six years. Go and see him for who he really is. You'll see..."

"Anamaria-"

"And call yourself by your real name...Natalie. You're not Morgan and you know that." I nodded my head and climbed back down the mast slowly. "This is who I am," I whispered as I felt the deck below my feet. My eyes caught sight of Jack's cabin and I began to walk toward it. "What am I gonna say?" I said softly.

After taking a deep breath, I knocked on Jack's door. "Come in!" he yelled from the other side of the door. I complied and walked in quietly, shutting the door behind me. When I looked toward Jack's desk, I saw him sitting down, facing the window. Before I could even move, I heard him speak. "Will, I need ye to talk to Natalie. Get her down her if ye would."

"I'm already here, Jack," I said as I leaned back against the door and locked it so he couldn't leave. I watched as Jack slowly turned around and looked at me. His eyes were red and the kohl around his eyes had faded. Was he crying? "Ye have nerve coming in here uninvited," he said firmly as he stood up and began to walk toward me. I looked down abruptly. I couldn't meet his gaze. Not now...not ever again. "Why did ye do this to me?" he asked.

"I...I don't know," I mumbled softly as I noticed his boots come into my line of vision. He was standing so close to me and I shivered. "You don't know?" he asked as he lifted my chin so I would meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Jack," I whispered as I averted my eyes, tears beginning to prick them. I was crying again. I never cried, but I was now. When I felt Jack's hands on either side of my face, I pulled away and walked to the window of the cabin. I stared out at the ocean, not wanting to look anywhere else. I heard the floor creak and then the bed. When I looked there, I saw Jack sitting there staring at me. "Listen, I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize Natalie...or should I call you Morgan?"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled.

"Shut up? Why?"

"Just stop with all this! I don't feel like fighting anymore! I just wanted my revenge on you! That's all I freakin' wanted!" Jack suddenly stood up and walked over to his desk. He took out my gun and handed it to me. "I hid your stuff in here while ye were hurt," he said gently. I just kept my eyes on the gun. Why did Jack give this back to me? My question was answered in a matter of minutes. "What are ye waiting for?" he asked.

"What?" I looked up and saw Jack staring at me and then glancing down at the gun. What was he getting at now? Jack abruptly snatched the gun from my hands and cocked it before placing it back in my hands. "What do you expect, Jack?"

"You want your revenge...take it." Now I was truly confused. Exactly what did Jack think I was going to do with the gun? "What do you want me to do, Jack?"

"This," he said as he placed my finger over the trigger and brought me closer. He placed the gun to his temple and held my hand in his. "I want ye to have the revenge ye crave...kill me."

"What?" I asked.

"Kill me...now," Jack said as he locked his eyes with mine.

"Why?" I asked, my voice becoming desperate. Jack wanted me to kill him? Why would he want me to do that? "Ye want revenge...just kill me!" he shouted. My entire body tensed up. Why was he putting all of this on my shoulders? He knew I couldn't kill him. Hurt him yes, but not kill him. "What are ye waiting for? Just kill me," he said firmly as he stepped closer and pushed the gun harder against his temple, "Then you can be happy. At least one of us should."

Tears began to well up in my eyes. I could feel the trigger and his pulse through the steel of the gun. I slowly closed my eyes as a tear ran down my face. "Do it," he whispered. I began to breathe nervously and I opened my eyes to look at Jack. His dark eyes were staring into mine and I could see that he was depressed. He closed his eyes and waited patiently for me to pull the trigger. "Just kill me, O'Connell," he whispered.

I immediately dropped the gun and kissed him forcefully on the lips. He didn't kiss me back until I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as I could. I could taste the rum on his lips and I recalled the night we spent together six years ago. The way he touched me, kissed me, loved me...I could remember it all. Wait, what was I thinking? This couldn't happen again!

I quickly backed out of Jack's grip, noticing that his lips were still puckered. I walked over to the door and unlocked it. When I went to turn the knob, I couldn't do it. I just rested my fists against the door and let tears run down my face. Why had I kissed him? Stupid! Stupid! I wasn't in love with Jack, yet I felt something when I kissed him. Why me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I gulped slightly and kept facing the door. Jack was right behind me and I couldn't look at him, that's for sure. Not after what I had just done. The hand on my shoulder began to move up to my neck and stayed there. I shivered at the touch, yet I welcomed it.

Jack slowly turned me to face him, but I kept my eyes focused on his chest. I didn't want to look like a coward and stare at the floor, but I didn't want to stare into his eyes and get lost again. Jack always seemed to have that effect on women. I felt his hands slide up and down my arms through my sleeves and I didn't move a muscle. "Something wrong, love?" he asked.

"Well...I..." My voice caught in my throat when he lifted my chin so I was forced to stare into his hypnotic eyes. God...that was so cruel! "Love, ye know ye can tell me anything."

"Jack, you walked away, almost had me kill you, I kissed you, and I can barely look at you, what more do you-?"

"Hush, darling," he whispered as he cupped my face in his hands and gently traced his fingers over my cheeks, "Ye have to relax."

"Jack, are you drunk?"

"No, love...not this time," he said as he stared gently into my eyes. I felt tense, but I felt at ease at the same time. His touch was as tender and sweet as I remembered and my body was numb. How did Jack do this to me? Was I cracking? Maybe I was drunk. "Jack..."

"Yes, love?" he said softly as he leaned closer to me and caused me to press up against the door firmly. I had nowhere to escape to. I was in the one place I didn't want to be. "I...I shouldn't have lied to you like that," I stated.

"So ye wanted revenge...big deal. Ye had every right to hate me."

"Jack, how could you leave me?" I asked as I took his hands away from my face and walked over to his desk.

"I came back for you, but you were gone," he replied as he walked up behind me and made me face him again.

"You shouldn't have left me in the first place if you cared so much!" I almost shouted. Jack looked into my eyes sincerely and touched my cheek. "Jack...I can't...we can't-" I was cut off when his lips crashed down on mine. Before I could even move, he thrust his tongue into my mouth...as if he was trying to burn it into his memory. I moaned softly into his mouth, but then pulled back and turned my head. "Jack, I can't fall in love with you."

"I think you can," he whispered huskily as he fiddled with a strand of my hair, "I think ye really can." I took in a deep breath and moved over to the window again. "Why are you pushing me, Jack?" I asked.

"Me? Ye were the one who kissed me." I turned around and looked at the gun on the floor. I knelt down on the floor, but when I went to take it, Jack had already picked it up and placed it on the desk. I looked at him and saw that familiar spark in his eyes. "No, we can't, Jack."

"Why ever not? You're here...alone...with me. We can just be friends..."

"With benefits," I finished his sentence.

"Aye," he whispered as he took my hand and traced circles along my palm.

"Jack, I was being sarcastic. Please...don't force anything like this upon me."

"But you and I know how we feel about each other. Why can't we act upon them, love?" I took my hand from his and cupped his cheek with one hand. "I will always be there for you...but I can't fall in love with you."

"Love, we've been through that fact already. But ye do realize that I'll always love ye the way I did. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." God, why was this so hard? Jack had gotten under my skin again and charmed me in as many ways possible. Why was I getting all these unwanted feelings? Was I sure I didn't want them...I don't know...