~A Month Later~

When Caledon Hockley and his father, Nathaniel returned from their trip in Rome, Caledon had returned a completely different person, a now brainwashed person—thanks to his father, Nathaniel. Caledon was a new man, a newer, frightening, more evil man. He returned the man whom Rose Dawson would eventually meet and grow to hate and despise. As Nathaniel went to his room to begin unpacking, Caledon was in the kitchen and drinking a glass of Brandy, it was now Caledon's favorite drink, a drink he began enjoying since being away with his father in Rome. It was then that Frida, one of the Hockley's maids walked in the kitchen. For a brief moment, Caledon looked at her, he recognized her, as a child and a beginning teen, Caledon thought TONS of Frida, mostly because Frida, at the age of sixty-one, was like a grandmother to him. Frida was Caledon's favorite person, now, all that was a mere memory of who he used to be. Frida walked over to Caledon and hugged him with a smile.

"Caledon! You're home!" Frida exclaimed in her Spanish accent. "I missed you, how was Rome, hmm?"

Caledon raised an eyebrow at her and stared at her as if she were nuts.

"Get OFF me, you'll wrinkle my clothes!" Caledon said coldly as he roughly pushed Frida off him.

Frida looked at him with a confused frown.

"Caledon, what's wrong?" Frida asked.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" Caledon asked coldly before taking a sip of his Brandy.

"You seem not in a good mood." Frida said.

Caledon laughed and stared at her up and down with a look of slight disgust.

"I'm FINE," Caledon said sharply. "I just don't want—the HELP touching me or my clothes. Ugh, third class hands on first class clothing is just disgusting."

Caledon finished off the rest of his Brandy in one glass and slammed the glass on the counter table.

"Now get started on dinner—NOW." Caledon said coldly before walking out of the kitchen quickly.

Frida looked in the direction of where Caledon had left with a hurt expression, her big, blue eyes welling up with large tears.

~Later~

Caledon, Nathaniel and Nathaniel's accountant, who also worked at the Mill were having dinner that evening. It was the "usual conversation" that the "old" Caledon would have found boring, however, he now found the "usual conversation" intriguing, talk of business and politics delighted Caledon now. As Don, Nathaniel's accountant, was talking about the stocks and the stock market, one of the Hockley maids, Millie, brought out a cup of coffee to Caledon. As Caledon took a sip, he nearly spit the coffee out all over the table.

"Ugh, what the HELL is this!" Caledon yelled angrily.

Nathaniel and Don looked at Caledon with confusion.

"What's wrong, Caledon?" Nathaniel asked.

"This coffee, its absolutely too sweet!" Caledon yelled. "Millie! Get in here NOW!"

Nathaniel laughed heartily.

"Well, I told you son to fire that old bag of a lady." Nathaniel said with a laugh from Don. "Those coloreds don't know how to do a damn thing right."

Millie walked in the room and up to Caledon and looked at him.

"Yes Caledon?" Millie said politely.

"It is MR. HOCKLEY, got that Millie?" Caledon said coldly.

Millie looked down and blinked repeatedly with fear.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hockley." Millie said. "Yes?"

Caledon sighed.

"You did it AGAIN! You put too much sugar in my coffee." Caledon snapped.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hockley, I-I thought you liked lots of sugar in your coffee." Millie said in a low voice. "You used to love lots of sugar, remember?"

Caledon scoffed and shook his head with a frown.

"USED to, that's right I USED to, Millie." Caledon snapped. "I do NOT anymore."

Millie blinked repeatedly at Caledon.

"What?" Millie asked.

"My God, someone is a little slow." Don said with a laugh from Nathaniel.

"Slow isn't the appropriate word." Caledon said. "You must be one DEAF colored, third class, gutter rat worker, I SAID I- DO - NOT - ANYMORE! Are you deaf!"

Millie looked at him with a slight frown.

"ANSWER ME you filth!" Caledon yelled which made Millie jump.

"Ye-yes sir, I-I-I'm sorry." Millie said, as light tears filled her eyes.

Caledon nodded.

"Good, now you take this coffee away and fix it right and if its not fixed right this time, you're FIRED." Caledon snapped. "Now take this coffee and get out of my sight."

Millie quickly took the coffee cup and walked away. Caledon sat back in his seat and sighed. He looked at Nathaniel and saw his father smirking proudly at him.

"You've got an excellent son, Nathaniel." Don said with a smile.

Caledon laughed.

"Why thank you." Caledon said proudly with an arrogant smile.

"Yes, he's shaping up to be a fine young son, now." Nathaniel said with a smile.

~Eleven Years Later~

Theme Song: "Sphinx" ~ Titanic Orchestra

It had been eleven years since Caledon's trip to Rome with his father, eleven years since his brainwashing by his father, Nathaniel had taken place, eleven years since Caledon's transformation from kind, friendly, loving and sweet to abusive, controlling, snobbish and cruel….Eleven years. Now at the age of twenty-nine years of age, he was working for his father at the mill and the heir to his father's millions (pending he—Caledon married). This would be the day his entire life would change, this was the day he'd meet Rose Bukater—and her mother, Ruth.

It was a warm day in Philadelphia, when Caledon was in a very fancy boutique in town, he was buying some flashy diamond watch to wear to one of the society parties that was to occur on the following Saturday. He was standing in line behind a middle-aged woman, with red hair in a nice, red, flowing dress, with a red laced hat on. Her name was Ruth Bukater, standing beside her was the most beautiful woman Caledon had ever seen. She was tall, not slender, she had a bit of weight on her, but Caledon liked his women with meat on them. Her long, flowing red hair sparkled just right in the light of the store. Her skin was ever so smooth, and looked soft and delicate; her beauty was immeasurably flawless and unbelievable. Caledon couldn't take his eyes off her. Her name was Rose Bukater, as Rose and Ruth stood at the counter, there were problems, money problems with these two. Caledon knew this because of the obvious scene happening in front of him.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry you don't have enough to pay for these items, I'm sorry." The sales clerk said kindly.

Ruth's eyes widened with shock.

"But—but that—that can't be, this check HAS to be good." Ruth said with disbelief filling her voice. "I—I know it."

Rose sighed and looked at her mother, embarrassment filling her face.

"Mother, let's just leave, please." Rose said in a low voice. "Before we make a complete spectacle of ourselves."

Ruth looked at Rose with a raised eyebrow and with a look of refusing to back down. Caledon stepped forward next to Rose and looked at the sales clerk with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

"Um, I'm sorry to intrude here, but how much do the ladies owe?" Caledon asked.

"Excuse me?" Ruth asked Caledon coldly.

"No, its fine, shh." Caledon said as he motioned with his finger to his mouth and displayed an arrogant smile, and a wink.

"The total is six dollars, sir." The sales clerk said.

Caledon nodded and pulled out his black and gold wallet and pulled out and tossed some bills across the counter at the clerk.

"There, bag those items for the ladies, please, thank you." Caledon said.

Ruth looked at Caledon and giggled sheepishly.

"Thank you so much, sir." Ruth said with a smile. "I really don't understand why the check wasn't going through for her."

Caledon turned and looked at Ruth and Rose with his arrogant, "Caledon Hockley" smile.

"Well it was nothing, really. No need for thank you's—Mrs.—what's your names?" Caledon asked.

"Oh, um I'm Ruth Bukater and this is my daughter, my SINGLE daughter, Rose Bukater." Ruth said with a smile while extending her hand for Caledon to shake.

Caledon smiled and shook Ruth's hand.

"I'm Caledon Hockley, it's a pleasure meeting you both, and Rose, what a beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

Rose looked at Caledon, as she extended her hand for him to shake. Caledon was extremely handsome, with those dark, alluring eyes and that jet, black wavy hair. Caledon shook her hand and kissed it gently.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hockley." Rose said with a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine," Caledon said with his signature, flirtatious smile.

It was this interaction that marked the beginning of Caledon Hockley and Rose Bukater….a beginning that would soon turn into a romantic relationship filled with abuse, hatred, depression, sadness and eventually heartbreak….It was the beginning of what would eventually later be a violent and bitter end for Caledon Hockley….

TO BE CONTINUED…