Author: Lucinda

eleventh in the "Bright Star" series

main characters are Faith and Adam Peirson

Rated t for teen, violence, sexuality and strong language

Disclaimer: Adam Peirson, the Immortals, and the Watchers who follow them belong to the writers of the series Highlander, which was from panzer/Davis productions. Faith belongs to Joss Whedon & his writers from BtVS and Angel: the Series. Jeremy Caldwell and his Watcher Eddie Taylor are my own creation.

Distribution: by permission.

Notes: post s7 for BtVS.

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"I saw him again, Eddie. This isn't a coincidence, and we haven't lost him," Jeremy closed the door behind him, one hand nervously touching the side of his neck.

Eddie Taylor sighed, hand resting on the keyboard of his computer. "You know more about vampires than I do. Until last week, I was convinced that he was just a demented Immortal stalking you."

"I didn't know if you'd believe me. The whole thing sounds a bit crazy," Jeremy sighed, and walked over to a chair. "Then again, so do people who can wake up again after taking five shots to the chest at close range. I just... I can't explain why they can do what they can do, or why they can't do other things... and the lack of reflection makes no fucking sense to me. I was told it was because a mirror shows your soul, and they don't have those anymore... traded them in for fangs."

"Fair enough," Eddie conceded. "Do you have any idea why he's chasing you? Since he isn't an Immortal, he's probably not after your Quickening."

"The bastard's a vampire, Eddie. He wants what every vampire wants - blood. And he figured out that I don't stay dead. He sees me as an all you can eat buffet," Jeremy shuddered before muttering, "Losing my head would be a lot better."

"And we already know that you can't beat him in a one to one fight," Eddie sighed, and looked at Jeremy. "What can we do? How do we get rid of a vampire anyhow?"

For a few moments, Jeremy was quiet and then he smacked his forehead, exclaiming, "I'm an idiot. The best way to get rid of a vampire is a Slayer! Think about it, who did we run into last week?"

"A pack of vampires that nearly killed us both, though you would have got better."

"That Immortal, Adam, and his girlfriend, Faith the one who has to be a Slayer. Slayers kill vampires. We find them and we ask them for help. I'll beg if I have to," Jeremy retorted.

"I like that idea. I'll get to work on finding them, and you... you hope that I find them in time," Eddie sighed. "Now what was his last name? Adam Peirce... no, not quite..."


Across town, the Immortal currently calling himself Adam and his girlfriend Faith were stalking vampires. They hadn't split up, since Faith had been feeling odd off and on for the last couple days. She'd described it as her bones feeling itchy, combined with her head feeling floaty. She didn't have a fever, and wasn't having trouble thinking, so they were still going out on a patrol, just more carefully than normal.

There was a trio of vampires ahead. Their voices carried, and their words made it clear that they were from out of town, their master was someone called Sam, and they were not terribly bright. Subtlety was a skill that they lacked. Also their master was looking for someone, a person that he'd decided that he wanted as a pet.

This someone had been fortunate enough to get a clue and skittish enough to run. Very sensible, in the opinions of Faith and Adam.

The vampires didn't seem to notice either of them until the pair lunged forward, swords swinging. The vampire that Adam had attacked fell to dust as his head separated. Faith's vampire had tried to twist out of the way, and dropped to the ground screaming as he lost his left arm, which fell to dust. The third vampire snarled and decked Faith, the force of the blow sending her flying into an alley wall. The minion followed after her, though it was debatable if this was to follow up the attack on the should-be-downed woman or to evade the sword-wielding man.

Adam stopped to behead the now one-armed vampire, confident that Faith could handle a single stupid vampire. After all, she was the Slayer.

Instead of keeping the vampire distracted with the sword and stabbing it with the stake, Faith was using both hands on the sword, her teeth clenched and a massive bruise forming on the side of her face. He winced as her sword opened the vampire from hip to shoulder, letting his guts spill forth, entangling his feet and causing an awful wail. Faith put them all out of the vampire's misery by severing his head on her backswing.

"A different strategy," Adam commented, walking closer.

"I think he was trying to play with me. Minions never play with Slayers, only Masters are arrogant enough to do that," She took her right hand from the sword, touching the side of her face and wincing. "Owww."

"You're bruising," He moved to her side, looking at her. She was a Slayer, this sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen. Slayers were more resilient, harder to damage… and easily stronger than a minion vampire. "Faith?"

"He was stronger than me… or maybe I was weaker than normal," Faith whispered. "And none of them reacted to me until we attacked them. Vamps always react to the presence of a Slayer…"

"You said you were feeling off earlier. Between that and this fight turning out the way it did, I think we should take you home. Enough patrolling for one night," Adam fussed.

Faith hesitated, then touched her jaw again. With a wince, she agreed, "Okay. It'll probably go away soon enough. Slayers bounce back pretty quick."

Neither of them needed to mention that they'd be hitting the books to search for answers as soon as they'd gotten cleaned up.

End BS11: Sun Spots.