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Lady Highlander
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The flaming red hair shone in the sunlight as the young lady opened the gates to her stunning Tudor style home, just outside of England-Scotland border.
Dressed down, in a pair of blue jeans and a cream sweater over the same color turtleneck, she walked up the pathway and stopped at her front door.
Ignoring the burning sense of something wrong, the young lady opened the door and called for her guardians, Mary and Kenzie.
Mary, was flustered as she came running down the stairs, a small claymore in hand, her chestnut hair uptop her head.
"Mary? What's happening?" The young Scot looked worried, digging in her leather pouch.
"Bad things love, Kenize and Watchers are dead. Another Immortal is in the house..." Mary pointed to three bodies in the sitting room.
"Mary, you're covered in blood."
"I know, I had to stop a Watcher from trying to take my head."
"What? Mary, let me..." She stopped talking as she felt the burning feeling coming closer.
"No, you must leave before he realizes you are here."
"Mary, my sword..." She pleaded, drawing her Scottish dirk.
"No, he is up there, go!"
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"Is Connor here?" The small, Scottish voice drew Rachel out of her paperwork.
"He is not to be disturbed at this time." She looked at the young woman, and was reminded of a rag doll.
"Please, just tell him that I am here."
"I have my instructions."
"I realize that, but I must see him."
"Out of the question."
"Connor!" She yelled heading towards the entrance to the upstairs. "CONNOR!"
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He heard her cries and rushed downstairs.
"I'm sorry Mr. MacLeod, she insisted upon seeing you."
"Everything is fine Rachel, I just finished." He put his hand on Rachel.
"Rachel, this is an old friend of mine. Its been a long time. How does a cup of coffee or tea sound to both of you? I forget which you prefer my friend."
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A few days later, she was, again, on a plane bound for somewhere.
Connor had sent her away, they both agreed that this would be the best way. But before she left, Rachel took her shopping for some new clothes.
All others are mine and are meant for entertaiment only.
Use of my characters in other's stories are forbidden unless I give permission.
Lady Highlander
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The flaming red hair shone in the sunlight as the young lady opened the gates to her stunning Tudor style home, just outside of England-Scotland border.
Dressed down, in a pair of blue jeans and a cream sweater over the same color turtleneck, she walked up the pathway and stopped at her front door.
Ignoring the burning sense of something wrong, the young lady opened the door and called for her guardians, Mary and Kenzie.
Mary, was flustered as she came running down the stairs, a small claymore in hand, her chestnut hair uptop her head.
"Mary? What's happening?" The young Scot looked worried, digging in her leather pouch.
"Bad things love, Kenize and Watchers are dead. Another Immortal is in the house..." Mary pointed to three bodies in the sitting room.
"Mary, you're covered in blood."
"I know, I had to stop a Watcher from trying to take my head."
"What? Mary, let me..." She stopped talking as she felt the burning feeling coming closer.
"No, you must leave before he realizes you are here."
"Mary, my sword..." She pleaded, drawing her Scottish dirk.
"No, he is up there, go!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Is Connor here?" The small, Scottish voice drew Rachel out of her paperwork.
"He is not to be disturbed at this time." She looked at the young woman, and was reminded of a rag doll.
"Please, just tell him that I am here."
"I have my instructions."
"I realize that, but I must see him."
"Out of the question."
"Connor!" She yelled heading towards the entrance to the upstairs. "CONNOR!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He heard her cries and rushed downstairs.
"I'm sorry Mr. MacLeod, she insisted upon seeing you."
"Everything is fine Rachel, I just finished." He put his hand on Rachel.
"Rachel, this is an old friend of mine. Its been a long time. How does a cup of coffee or tea sound to both of you? I forget which you prefer my friend."
~~~~~~~~~~~
A few days later, she was, again, on a plane bound for somewhere.
Connor had sent her away, they both agreed that this would be the best way. But before she left, Rachel took her shopping for some new clothes.