Chapter Seven

There was something deep inside Richie telling him there something extremely wrong. There was something more here then just what he was seeing and hearing, something that was just out of his view. It felt like something was clouding his vision, blocking him from seeing the truth.

The deadly feeling that he had that was making him think whatever that something was, he was going to find out when it was too late to do anything about.

Suddenly the phantoms were gone, leaving behind just Richie and MacLeod alone. Without giving Ahriman the chance to manipulate him again MacLeod attacked, forcing Richie back a few paces while MacLeod raised his sword high above his head then in one swift motion he brought it down severing Richie's head from his body.

Richie blinked shocked at what had just happened to him. He remembered Mac's blade coming down and then suddenly he was here, in a bright white room. Looking around he saw nothing there.

The disembodied voice of a gentle spoken woman broke into his thoughts. "Welcome, Richie."

"Who's there?" Richie looked around desperately looking for the source of the voice but couldn't see anyone.

"Do not be afraid, I will not harm you."

"Why don't you show yourself then?" Richie spat out still looking around frantically.

Just then a strikingly beautiful brunette woman stood before him with a comforting smile on her face and eyes that went on forever.

"Where the hell am I?"

"Where you are does not matter."

"Who are you then?" Richie asked putting his hands on his hips getting slightly annoyed with the woman's refusal to tell him anything.

"My name is Hastia. You were brought here Richie because you have died."

"Died. How is that possible if I'm here?"

"Your body has died, it is your soul that is here. I have brought you here so that your soul can begin its new journey."

"What do you mean? I thought you said I was dead?"

"As I have said your body no longer lives but your soul still lives. There is a body that is waiting to receive your soul. There is something that I must inform you of before I place your soul in that body."

"What's that?"

"Because of the sacrifice you have given, the body I am blended your soul with will also be destined as you have been. She will have the possibility to become immortal. I will also be giving her your memories. Everything that you once were will be given to her. Those memories will be locked away inside her mind until I believe she is ready to hear the truth."

"So?"

"It is time to start your new life, I wish I had time to explain more to you about what is to happen but we have run out of time."

Once again Saxton sat bolt upright from her dream, her breaths were heavy as she tried to stop the tears from falling. There was silence all around her and it took her a few moments to realise that she wasn't in her own bed.

Pushing the covers of herself she wished that she was back at the hotel were Samantha would be there to comfort her and reassure her that it was all just a dream. That was not the case now though; she knew the dreams were memories, which made the reality of what she sees almost every night all that more sickening.

She was wearing an old T-shirt of Adam's, which came to mid thigh and was about five sizes too big. For someone so small she was surprised to find out he had a lot of larger sized clothes.

Walking out of the spare bedroom Saxton walked into the darkness of the hallway. She stood still for a few minutes waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness not wanting to wake Adam by turning on a light. Once her eyes had adjusted enough for her to see where she was going she walked down the hall and towards the kitchen.

She started to open cupboard doors looking for a glass and finally found them on the third try. Filling the glass with water out of the tap Saxton leaned against the side as the images of the dream once again flashed before her eyes.

The sudden feel of bile rising within her Saxton placed the glass on the side and rushed for the bathroom, just reaching it in time.

"Sax, are you alright?" Adam's concerned voice came from the doorway.

Pulling herself together Saxton nodded her head to let him know she was fine, although she knew he knew it was a lie. Not believing her Adam wet a cloth then moved over to Saxton handing her the cloth so she could wipe her face with it.

"You want to tell me what's the matter?" Adam asked noticing her tear stained face.

"I had another dream, the same as before but there was more of it this time. I saw after he died. Hestia brought him to her, told him what was going to happen. Told him that I was going to get his soul." Saxton cried once again at the thought of what Hestia had told Richie.

"But surly that couldn't have been that bad?" Adam was slightly puzzled at that, why was she been sick because Richie found out what was gong to happen to his soul.

"Give me a minute Adam. I want to get cleaned up a bit more. I'll be out in a few minutes, just." Saxton struggled to get to her feet and ended up been helped up by Adam who left her to get cleaned up once he was sure she was not going to fall.

She quickly got cleaned up, washing her face and brushing her teeth with a toothbrush Adam had given her earlier on that night. Once she felt better she headed out to into the living area finding Adam had turned on all the lights and was sitting patiently on the sofa.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah a lot better, thanks!" Saxton put a smile on her face trying to reassure him that she was fine.

"Do you feel like you can tell me the rest now?"

Saxton moved and sat on the sofa next to Adam knowing that she was going to need comforted and knew that he was going to be more then willing to comfort her.

"Ok, as I was saying Hestia told Richie that I was going to be getting his soul. What she also said was that I was going to have to possibility to become immortal like him."

Adam didn't know what to say, he knew she was going to become immortal but he could not remember ever coming across a pre immortal who knew about there own possible immortality.

"Adam? Is it true? Am I destined to become immortal?" Tear started to sting her eyes again at the thoughts of becoming immortal, of having to fight in order to survive. She remembered how Richie had always dreamed of becoming immortal before that dreadful day he got shot and killed for the first time.

For Saxton though the thought of becoming immortal scared her. She knew the dangers of becoming immortal, the content looking over your shoulder afraid that you'll meet a challenge that would be your last. The thought of having to kill to survive, the thought of watching the people you love grow old and die while you stay young forever until you lose your head.

Never having the possibility of dying a peaceful death, knowing that the only way your going to die was in combat. The thought of never been able to trust another immortal one hundred percent with your life as it all came down to one thing, 'there can be only one!' that was proven when MacLeod took Richie's head that day at the racetrack.

She looked up into Adam's eyes and seeing that it was true, that if she died a violent death she was going to become immortal. The dam broke and the tears flowed freely down her face as she become lost in though. Scared of what could have happened earlier that night in the cemetery if she had been unable to escape from the immortal that had attacked her.

Adam could clearly see that she was at the point of braking so he pulled her into his arms while she cried and got most of it out of her system.

It was about half an hour later when Saxton finally started to calm down and her body stilled against his and he realised that she had drifted off to sleep.

In one swift motion Adam gently lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the spare bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and started to pull back but she would not let go of him. Not knowing what else to do Adam lay down beside her and watched as she slept peacefully.

It was about half an hour later when Adam finally managed to drift off to sleep himself, Saxton's arms still rapped tightly around him with her head on his shoulder.

For the first time since turning twenty-three Saxton managed to get some well deserved and highly need peaceful sleep. Adam hadn't felt this at ease since meeting Alexia and was enjoying every peaceful moment while it lasted.

Hestia watched over the sleeping Saxton glad that she had found the possibility of happiness. Feeling anxious about what she knew was to come but at the same time she felt relieved that the friends were now all back together with only two still to become involved.

Thankful that everything had worked out ok after Saxton latest dream, Hestia gentle moved a lock of hair from her face and smiled at the peaceful look that replaced the normal look of tension normally there. In a blink of the eyes she was gone.

Adam opened his eyes and looked at the space where Hestia had moments ago almost positive he had felt something that forced him to wake.