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This is a Highlander crossover with Anita Blake. In all my searching I have found only one other and it hasn't been updated for a while. If anyone knows where more can be found please email me at stormyronin@yahoo.com.au. This is only my second fan fic so be nice. My other fic is a Ronin Warrior fic so I thought I'd try something different.
My knowledge of Highlander comes from seeing a few episodes when I was like 10 years old, seeing the movies recently and other people's fics. I am on the second Anita Blake book and have read fan fic. If anything is like totally wrong let me know.
As Kaylin is Methos' student and I haven't read the rest of the books this will probably be AU. This will either be KaylinxAsher or KaylinxNathaniel. Which should it be?
New Life or Old?
Chapter 1
"Anita! Look out!"
Anita Blake spun around to see a man start to pull the trigger before something slammed her out of the way. She heard the shot and the thump of a body hitting the ground. Coming up in a crouch she shot the gunman in the chest and was satisfied to see him collapse, dead. Only then did she turn around. What she saw made her feel as if her heart had been ripped out. Kaylin was sprawled on the ground, blue eyes staring vacantly at her. Blood was spreading out from the hole in her shirt, right over her heart. Anita didn't need to check to know she had died instantly and it was her fault. If she hadn't hesitated, hadn't turned her back on him, Kaylin wouldn't be dead. She crawled over to the body of her friend and held her, sirens coming closer. The police and paramedics found them like that.
3 hours later
Burning pain. Need air! Darkness everywhere! Help!
Anita never heard the crash from the morgue as she got in the squad car in front of the hospital. She didn't see the figure stager out and disappear into the night.
5 Years Later - Seacouver, Washington
"I'll be fine Adam. Someone has to meet this contact of yours and as you've already pointed out no one else is available. All I have to do is go in, find out if it's one of us or not and then call you, piece of cake."
"The meeting's in St. Louis Sam."
"I know but I'll have to go back one day. So, ok, I was hoping to wait at least fifty years to be safe but this is important. Just don't lose you're head while I'm gone."
"I'm more worried about yours."
"Look, Adam, I'm not 18 any more. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. Anyway there is plenty of Holy Ground. If something goes wrong I'll hole up in a church or something till you can get there. I think I have to do this. For the past four and a half years you've been watching my back for me. It's time for me to show some independence. Besides I doubt anyone will recognise me, I didn't know a lot of people."
"Alright, I'm convinced. My contact will meet you at a club called Guilty Pleasures at 10pm tomorrow. The plane leaves in four hours. Just show your licence at the ticket desk. Your ticket will be there."
"Thanks teach."
And Sam, watch your head. I hate losing students."
"The reason I'm your first in what? Eight hundred years?"
"Seven hundred and thirty three actually. Just be careful kid." He chuckled dryly.
"Don't worry I will. You just worry about helping Mac stop those creeps. Why you ever hooked up with them is a mystery to me. Just come back in one piece and I don't just mean physically."
"Yes ma'am. Good luck kid."
"You to old man." There was a soft click as teacher and student hung up. Both had to face their pasts and the associated demons. Kaylin gave a grim smile. 'Though mine aren't half as bad or as old as his. Be safe my friend.'
Next Night - St. Louis
She walked past the vampire bouncer and into the club, quietly taking in her surroundings. She waved away the Holy Items check girl, while wondering amusedly what the girl would have done is she'd handed over her sword. Adam had given it to her and it had a cross worked into the hilt, you could never have too much protection. She made her way further into the club swearing to herself that said male was going to die when she got home. Sure she'd basically volunteered to come back here, but a vampire strip club? After all he was worried about the Master of the City recognising him, plus there was that pressing business with some really old friends of his. Being recognised by that particular vampire would raise too many difficult questions, after all they'd met, what, a hundred years or so ago. He didn't want to try to explain how he was still alive. Vamps and stuff may be common knowledge but they weren't and most of them agreed it was better that way. Of course there was the chance that Kay would end up having a similar conversation with a certain Vampire Executioner. After all they had been friends, while Adam had only met the vampire once. Hopefully she had changed enough that Anita wouldn't recognise her. Her dark hair, once worn short, now reached her waist and was kept back in a braid while her taste in clothes had changed out of necessity. A little hard to hide three feet of steel in a dress, let alone fight in one. She'd taken to wearing dark, hip hugging jeans and lightweight shirts that were usually dark just in case she had to hide bloodstains. Back home she would be wearing a baggy jumper over it but it was just too hot here. Heck, it was too hot for her knee length black coat too but she didn't have a choice unless she wanted to show everyone her sword. She generally wore black boots that went to mid calf, with only a small heel so her height was closer to her natural 5'6". She'd started wearing makeup a few years ago to stop comments about her age. It just wasn't fun always looking like an eighteen-year kid when you were twenty-three. Most women would kill to retain such youthful looks but come on. Three hundred years from now she'd still look eighteen. Yuk! She'd once tried contacts to make her eyes look brown but they'd been too irritating, so she was stuck with deep blue. Although, according to a select few (like Adam and Richie) they changed colour when she mad or just really, really annoyed. All she could hope was that enough time had passed to dim people's memories of the kid who'd been shot protecting a friend.
She took the nearest empty table and hoped the old man's contact showed up soon. St. Louis had certainly changed since she'd left. Tourists flocked to the riverside, and it wasn't to se the river. No, it provided a much more interesting attraction, vampires, lycanthropes and other interesting creatures had turned the area into a tourist attraction. She remembered thinking such creatures were not really something to think about, as if by pretending they didn't exist she'd never be bothered by them. She'd met her fair share over the past couple of years and most gave her the creeps. Would Anita think she was a vampire or zombie if she got a glimpse, or just a look alike? She didn't really want to find out. And even better, thanks to a little quirk that allowed her to 'read' quickenings, she could feel every vamp and shifter in the building, at least it protected her from vampiric powers. Usually young Immortals were susceptible up to a certain point but she hadn't been since her first death. Didn't mean she went around flaunty said immunity. Yes, Adam was going to die slowly and painfully once she got her hands on him.
Kay ordered a drink and settled back in her seat as the night's entertainment started. The man on the stage was a shifter, probably a big cat of some sort, and looked a bit younger than she was. His hair was as long, if not longer, than hers was and was held back partially by a small clip of what looked like silver. What caught her attention though were his eyes, an incredible shade of violet, she'd never seen anyone with violet eyes before. Eyes that changed shades, even colour she'd seen but not like this. Adam's changed colour and could get gold highlights and apparently hers darkened to almost black when extremely mad but she'd figured Adam's were due to his age and the whole Methos thing while hers were part of her quirk. Around her women were going wild, screaming "Nathaniel" and several other things that she really didn't need to hear. Nathaniel slowly began to make his way off the stage and onto the floor. They were shouting and waving money at him, trying to get his attention. Kaylin was so busy watching that it took her a few seconds to figure out that he was dancing sensually, nearly in her lap and clad only in a pair of pants that left little to the imagination! Trying not to blush she reached into a pocket and found a fifty. She carefully slid it into his waistband before being pulled to her feet for the most amazing kiss she'd ever had. Sure, she and Adam were on again off again lovers but not even his kiss compared. Once he'd moved on she sat and downed the remainder of her drink as someone behind her laughed. At least he felt human and that laugh was familiar.
"Never been to a strip club before?" Kay turned around and found herself facing Adam's contact. Oh he was sooo dead the next time she saw him!
"No, and I don't appreciate being made to come to one Edward." She snapped at the hitman, irritated that she hadn't been told exactly whom it was she was meeting. All emotion drained out of his face and Kaylin found herself suddenly glad that they were in the club, not that he could kill her, but better safe than sorry.
"Should have guessed the good doctor would send you in his place Sam. After all you seem to be his favourite student." The way he said student made it sound dirty but Kay didn't honour him with confirmation of his suspicions. After all last time they'd met he'd been trying to kill Adam. If not for her interference Dr. Pierson would be dead and Methos would have had to uproot them both again. Someone had suspected Adam of being a vamp, even though he worked during the day, and had hired Edward to take him out. After stopping him they'd had to convince him that Adam was human and only bore a passing resemblance to the guy Edward's employer remembered. She knew the two had talked since but didn't know Edward was Adam's informant on the 'supernatural'.
"Whatever. All I know is that something urgent came up so he shoved me on the plane instead. He said you were interested in cults that use beheading. Why?" Close enough to the truth so technically it wasn't a lie. Right?
"Not here. I'll be at your hotel in 2 hours. Be there alone and we'll continue this conversation. Too many ears around here that can here a little too well."
"Fine, but next time you want a public meeting pick the library or something. Another place like this and I won't show. Got it? I suppose you already know where I'm staying so I'll see you then." Kay stood to leave. "By the way thanks for the drink and show." She added throwing him a smirk as she walked out to the parking lot. Getting on her bike she saw a familiar figure enter the club. "Hey Anita, long time no see." She whispered before driving off.
She didn't see the vampire emerge from the shadows and watch her till she turned a corner. Asher had been watching her since she'd entered the club. At first he hadn't known why but now he was glad he had. He headed back inside and towards Jean-Claudes' office. He and Anita would want to know that death was in town and interested in beheadings. But who was the girl?
This is a Highlander crossover with Anita Blake. In all my searching I have found only one other and it hasn't been updated for a while. If anyone knows where more can be found please email me at stormyronin@yahoo.com.au. This is only my second fan fic so be nice. My other fic is a Ronin Warrior fic so I thought I'd try something different.
My knowledge of Highlander comes from seeing a few episodes when I was like 10 years old, seeing the movies recently and other people's fics. I am on the second Anita Blake book and have read fan fic. If anything is like totally wrong let me know.
As Kaylin is Methos' student and I haven't read the rest of the books this will probably be AU. This will either be KaylinxAsher or KaylinxNathaniel. Which should it be?
New Life or Old?
Chapter 1
"Anita! Look out!"
Anita Blake spun around to see a man start to pull the trigger before something slammed her out of the way. She heard the shot and the thump of a body hitting the ground. Coming up in a crouch she shot the gunman in the chest and was satisfied to see him collapse, dead. Only then did she turn around. What she saw made her feel as if her heart had been ripped out. Kaylin was sprawled on the ground, blue eyes staring vacantly at her. Blood was spreading out from the hole in her shirt, right over her heart. Anita didn't need to check to know she had died instantly and it was her fault. If she hadn't hesitated, hadn't turned her back on him, Kaylin wouldn't be dead. She crawled over to the body of her friend and held her, sirens coming closer. The police and paramedics found them like that.
3 hours later
Burning pain. Need air! Darkness everywhere! Help!
Anita never heard the crash from the morgue as she got in the squad car in front of the hospital. She didn't see the figure stager out and disappear into the night.
5 Years Later - Seacouver, Washington
"I'll be fine Adam. Someone has to meet this contact of yours and as you've already pointed out no one else is available. All I have to do is go in, find out if it's one of us or not and then call you, piece of cake."
"The meeting's in St. Louis Sam."
"I know but I'll have to go back one day. So, ok, I was hoping to wait at least fifty years to be safe but this is important. Just don't lose you're head while I'm gone."
"I'm more worried about yours."
"Look, Adam, I'm not 18 any more. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. Anyway there is plenty of Holy Ground. If something goes wrong I'll hole up in a church or something till you can get there. I think I have to do this. For the past four and a half years you've been watching my back for me. It's time for me to show some independence. Besides I doubt anyone will recognise me, I didn't know a lot of people."
"Alright, I'm convinced. My contact will meet you at a club called Guilty Pleasures at 10pm tomorrow. The plane leaves in four hours. Just show your licence at the ticket desk. Your ticket will be there."
"Thanks teach."
And Sam, watch your head. I hate losing students."
"The reason I'm your first in what? Eight hundred years?"
"Seven hundred and thirty three actually. Just be careful kid." He chuckled dryly.
"Don't worry I will. You just worry about helping Mac stop those creeps. Why you ever hooked up with them is a mystery to me. Just come back in one piece and I don't just mean physically."
"Yes ma'am. Good luck kid."
"You to old man." There was a soft click as teacher and student hung up. Both had to face their pasts and the associated demons. Kaylin gave a grim smile. 'Though mine aren't half as bad or as old as his. Be safe my friend.'
Next Night - St. Louis
She walked past the vampire bouncer and into the club, quietly taking in her surroundings. She waved away the Holy Items check girl, while wondering amusedly what the girl would have done is she'd handed over her sword. Adam had given it to her and it had a cross worked into the hilt, you could never have too much protection. She made her way further into the club swearing to herself that said male was going to die when she got home. Sure she'd basically volunteered to come back here, but a vampire strip club? After all he was worried about the Master of the City recognising him, plus there was that pressing business with some really old friends of his. Being recognised by that particular vampire would raise too many difficult questions, after all they'd met, what, a hundred years or so ago. He didn't want to try to explain how he was still alive. Vamps and stuff may be common knowledge but they weren't and most of them agreed it was better that way. Of course there was the chance that Kay would end up having a similar conversation with a certain Vampire Executioner. After all they had been friends, while Adam had only met the vampire once. Hopefully she had changed enough that Anita wouldn't recognise her. Her dark hair, once worn short, now reached her waist and was kept back in a braid while her taste in clothes had changed out of necessity. A little hard to hide three feet of steel in a dress, let alone fight in one. She'd taken to wearing dark, hip hugging jeans and lightweight shirts that were usually dark just in case she had to hide bloodstains. Back home she would be wearing a baggy jumper over it but it was just too hot here. Heck, it was too hot for her knee length black coat too but she didn't have a choice unless she wanted to show everyone her sword. She generally wore black boots that went to mid calf, with only a small heel so her height was closer to her natural 5'6". She'd started wearing makeup a few years ago to stop comments about her age. It just wasn't fun always looking like an eighteen-year kid when you were twenty-three. Most women would kill to retain such youthful looks but come on. Three hundred years from now she'd still look eighteen. Yuk! She'd once tried contacts to make her eyes look brown but they'd been too irritating, so she was stuck with deep blue. Although, according to a select few (like Adam and Richie) they changed colour when she mad or just really, really annoyed. All she could hope was that enough time had passed to dim people's memories of the kid who'd been shot protecting a friend.
She took the nearest empty table and hoped the old man's contact showed up soon. St. Louis had certainly changed since she'd left. Tourists flocked to the riverside, and it wasn't to se the river. No, it provided a much more interesting attraction, vampires, lycanthropes and other interesting creatures had turned the area into a tourist attraction. She remembered thinking such creatures were not really something to think about, as if by pretending they didn't exist she'd never be bothered by them. She'd met her fair share over the past couple of years and most gave her the creeps. Would Anita think she was a vampire or zombie if she got a glimpse, or just a look alike? She didn't really want to find out. And even better, thanks to a little quirk that allowed her to 'read' quickenings, she could feel every vamp and shifter in the building, at least it protected her from vampiric powers. Usually young Immortals were susceptible up to a certain point but she hadn't been since her first death. Didn't mean she went around flaunty said immunity. Yes, Adam was going to die slowly and painfully once she got her hands on him.
Kay ordered a drink and settled back in her seat as the night's entertainment started. The man on the stage was a shifter, probably a big cat of some sort, and looked a bit younger than she was. His hair was as long, if not longer, than hers was and was held back partially by a small clip of what looked like silver. What caught her attention though were his eyes, an incredible shade of violet, she'd never seen anyone with violet eyes before. Eyes that changed shades, even colour she'd seen but not like this. Adam's changed colour and could get gold highlights and apparently hers darkened to almost black when extremely mad but she'd figured Adam's were due to his age and the whole Methos thing while hers were part of her quirk. Around her women were going wild, screaming "Nathaniel" and several other things that she really didn't need to hear. Nathaniel slowly began to make his way off the stage and onto the floor. They were shouting and waving money at him, trying to get his attention. Kaylin was so busy watching that it took her a few seconds to figure out that he was dancing sensually, nearly in her lap and clad only in a pair of pants that left little to the imagination! Trying not to blush she reached into a pocket and found a fifty. She carefully slid it into his waistband before being pulled to her feet for the most amazing kiss she'd ever had. Sure, she and Adam were on again off again lovers but not even his kiss compared. Once he'd moved on she sat and downed the remainder of her drink as someone behind her laughed. At least he felt human and that laugh was familiar.
"Never been to a strip club before?" Kay turned around and found herself facing Adam's contact. Oh he was sooo dead the next time she saw him!
"No, and I don't appreciate being made to come to one Edward." She snapped at the hitman, irritated that she hadn't been told exactly whom it was she was meeting. All emotion drained out of his face and Kaylin found herself suddenly glad that they were in the club, not that he could kill her, but better safe than sorry.
"Should have guessed the good doctor would send you in his place Sam. After all you seem to be his favourite student." The way he said student made it sound dirty but Kay didn't honour him with confirmation of his suspicions. After all last time they'd met he'd been trying to kill Adam. If not for her interference Dr. Pierson would be dead and Methos would have had to uproot them both again. Someone had suspected Adam of being a vamp, even though he worked during the day, and had hired Edward to take him out. After stopping him they'd had to convince him that Adam was human and only bore a passing resemblance to the guy Edward's employer remembered. She knew the two had talked since but didn't know Edward was Adam's informant on the 'supernatural'.
"Whatever. All I know is that something urgent came up so he shoved me on the plane instead. He said you were interested in cults that use beheading. Why?" Close enough to the truth so technically it wasn't a lie. Right?
"Not here. I'll be at your hotel in 2 hours. Be there alone and we'll continue this conversation. Too many ears around here that can here a little too well."
"Fine, but next time you want a public meeting pick the library or something. Another place like this and I won't show. Got it? I suppose you already know where I'm staying so I'll see you then." Kay stood to leave. "By the way thanks for the drink and show." She added throwing him a smirk as she walked out to the parking lot. Getting on her bike she saw a familiar figure enter the club. "Hey Anita, long time no see." She whispered before driving off.
She didn't see the vampire emerge from the shadows and watch her till she turned a corner. Asher had been watching her since she'd entered the club. At first he hadn't known why but now he was glad he had. He headed back inside and towards Jean-Claudes' office. He and Anita would want to know that death was in town and interested in beheadings. But who was the girl?