Shadows of sins Past by Zauriel Angelus
Disclaimer:Buffy and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon &
Co. Zauriel and his friends belong to me.so does this particular
story.hope u let me tell it.please...????????
rating:pg...i think
Author's notes:I'm posting in hopes somebody likes it and tells
me.Thanks to all who gave their comments and reviews.Also thanks to
Lori without whom this fic would be dead oh so long ago.Not much
action here.Just some more build up.hope ya like it anyway
.enjoy.peace that's it.
=denotes thoughts
part 5-
*I no longer live this world*
*I breathe not the air*
*I see not with my eyes*
*I listen only to silence*
-------FLASHBACK-------
" It hurts....papa....it hurts so much......"
Her terrified voice compelled him to act but he could only freeze. He was already crying , terrified himself . A scene of death laid claim to the land they lived. Bodies were everywhere .some horribly mutilated and most missing their heads. The village he loved was burning down in flames , painted in red with the spilled blood of innocents. The air reeked of its rotting stench , forcing the nightmare of violence to be forever remembered . A hellish massacre had scarcely left anyone alive .His friends were no longer and the blue eyes of his beloved daughter stare at him now asking for help. Her blonde curls drenched in crimson , her favourite dress left in shredded strands .The little girl was suffering , slowly choking painfully on her own blood .
" Papa....stop the pain..please.." she cried out.
"It will be alright my sweet princess....don't be afraid."
"Papa ....I-I can't..."
"shhh.....close your eyes..."
His daughter answered with her full trust , letting her vision leave as a trembling hand clamped over her mouth , shutting the supply of air to her bleeding lungs. She said a muffled 'I love you' and never flinched , letting her fate rest in his hands. The few moments that passed seemed an eternity of hell , a tragedy he could never erase from his mind. The father wept , remembering the times he tucked her into bed and stood in faithful silence when he finally put her to sleep.....
--------END FLASHBACK---------
*I no longer live this world*
*I feel not its heat*
*I heed not the words it speak*
*I no longer live this world*
*I choose to change all that follows with it*
--------------------------
He has lived long enough to know that death is only the beginning , his age long forgotten in the mists of time. He remembers his dead family constantly , his daughter in particular . Her strikingly blue eyes haunt his mind even now. He was a priest whose humble abode and simple life proved a satisfying anchor to the world . That link was severed brutally when he found his whole village dead. A slaughter brought upon by both demon and human alike . That wasn't something one would easily forget .
Opening his eyes he surveys the apparent darkness. His followers await his command and watch him slip out of meditation. He wonders how many share his beliefs and understand his goal. Few knew his actual intent if ever. It was a secret kept from even his most trusted assistant. He had promised them absolute power and the world but he had no real desire for power and held no appetite for global domination . All he sought was change .
The ends of his mouth tweaked as a smile crept up on his face .
"Soon the mistakes of man will forever be erased......"
-----------------------------------------------------
Angel had stalked the final hours of the night relentessly , searching the entire town for any clues to the whereabouts of Faith . The vampire with a soul found only frustration . In a town where eyes are everywhere , no one seemed to seen a thing. He found a suspicious trail that led to the Wellson caverns on the far side of town and followed it . He didn't find any slayer but that didn't make his discovery any less important. In one particularly dark cave he had expected to find a vampire nest. He found something else.
demons...
The cavern was filled with about less than a dozen of them. They all seemed to look female but where females usually carry faces of beauty, they instead masked an appearance of hideously rough pale blue scaly skin and an assortment of very sharp teeth. On their foreheads , the scales were thicker and short horns jutted out much like the head of a triceratop. All of them had long black hair that fell loosely to the shoulders . Black , torn and raggedy cloth covered most of their bodies . Their hands were strong and bore razor sharp claws.
Enough of a reason to convince the vampire to play quiet and just spy away. The fact that he was also outnumbered was another good one. Picking a nice dark little spot , he watched them with great interest. The demons were carrying out a ritual as all bad demons were required to do. Angel wasn't sure what the ritual entailed. The chanting was of a language he wasn't familiar with but the procession definitely sparked a memory or two.
Quickly the vampire slipped out undetected and made his way to the library. Searching for Faith just became a secondary priority. If he guessed right the world was in jeopardy....again.
-------------------------------------------
" Are you sure ? "
" Whaddya think ? "
" You don't remember anything at all ?"
"bits and pieces mostly....OWW!!!!" the slayer screamed as she felt her head.
"Don't move...you had a really bad day. You were attacked. I kinda did the heroic gig and brought you here. I thought about bringing you to the hospital but there wasn't time." The guardian said as he supported her. "here's some water...drink.." offering her a cup.
She took a sip and slowly laid back down into her bed. A lot of questions were running through her mind at the moment but the painful headache prevented her from voicing them out immediately. She turned her gaze to the young man before her, looking him over. He was of medium built , short dark hair . His skin looked a little tanned but she guessed that it was his natural complexion rather than one he acquired from a day out on the beach. His deep eyes held intense sadness that gazed right back into her own. His hands were strong but held surprising gentleness , a slight smile greeting her presence. She blushed when she found herself staring at him for a few seconds , turning her head away in embarrassment.
" I'm a friend. You can call me Z " Zauriel spoke first to break the awkward moment.
"What kinda name is Z ? That's not your name." She asked narrowing her eyes at him questionably.
"How would you know ?. Anyway its just a name." He replied as her returning gaze brought out a chuckle.
"Do you know mine ? cos I ... don't..." her voice faded softly
"We just met really...I was hoping to get you home but seeing as how we both don't know much about you and where you live..." he paused thinking it over " I guess you're stuck with me for a while till we find something to work with."
"what fun..."
Ignoring her comment the he continued " I have to go somewhere and check something out. You should stay here and rest. Don't go anywhere when I'm gone. You'll be safe here . I don't think anyone's gonna barge in soon." With a soft kiss on her forehead he turned for the door.
"you'll be ok kiddo ?"
"Five by five..."
-----------------------------
Giles blinked as he processed all the information he just heard.
" The sisterhood of Jhe... ? I-If you're right then....that means the hellmouth is...."
"...about to be opened. Yeah that's what I thought too." Angel finished for him. "How much time do you think we have till then ?"
"Not much .At most we have a day or two. We're already shorthanded without Faith and as much as we need Buffy for this , I want her out of it. She hasn't fully recovered yet. I will call Willow to prepare a binding spell as soon as possible. I'm ending the search for Faith for now as much as I hate to do so."
The watcher rubbed his temples before he continued. Angel waited patiently knowing it was obviously difficult for him to speak what he had to. With a sigh he finally managed "The council called to confirm that a new slayer had been called. She and her watcher will be here in Sunnydale in eight more hours. They are our reinforcements. "
" How did they know so soon ?"
"I'm not sure if they do. I was only notified of their coming arrival. I believe they were sent for a reason and given the speed by which they were dispatched here, it must be very important. Once they're here we will update them of our current situation and plan our course of action."
"Any news about the guardian ? He has to be connected to all of this somehow." The vampire asked
In response to his question , the librarian pulled out a dusty scroll and showed it to the vampire , spreading the length of it on the table. The text was strangely not written but seemingly burnt into the scroll .It smelled of blood and ash. Details not lost on Angel.
" I found a Druideion manuscript depicting an ancient sect of warriors who devoted themselves to protecting a source of power simply named the Flame. The warriors were called guardians whose successors were chosen and trained from birth. Each guardian was ordained with the knowledge passed down from the first and for hundreds of years that was how it was. All knowledge of them ever existing ceased about five centuries ago. They seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth and became mere myth. Here , they were mentioned as a powerful group but nothing is said of their ability or appearance. It does imply that they were human though..."
"So we have nothing on him."
"I think our efforts are best focused on stopping the hellmouth right now. Until we find something concrete about the guardian , we have no other alternative."
Angel nodded " I see. I'll check on Buffy on my way back to the mansion. "
"Check in with me later." Giles called out to the vampire's leaving form.
"I'll do that."
----------------------------------------
Summers Residence
She dozed away peacefully. Golden hair flowing articulately down to her shoulder as she lay on her bed, unkempt yet elegant as well. Her breaths , gentle and soft wheezes as they took in air. Inhaling the scent of his reassuring presence . Calming her torrent emotions as she indulged in quiet undisturbed sleep.
Alexander Harris could not keep his eyes off of her. There she was....the most adorable creature ever to exist on the earth that God had created , resting cozily in front of him . She looked so delicate , so fragile. A rare and beautiful gift sent down from the heavens to enrich his humble existence. He was ever so grateful that she was in his life. A life that he felt would have meant little if she wasn't in it.
"God...you're beautiful."
Xander Harris observed the petite hand that clasped his own , the fingers that wrap into his. He had wondered for so long how her fevered touch would feel , how her kisses would taste . He hadn't stopped wondering of course and still hungered longingly for her. It was awfully tempting to just brush her lips with his but he managed to hold back somehow. Refusing to do so when she was vulnerable. Xander could never stand to watch her in pain. Her pain was his. The sleeping slayer just endeared to him that much.
The young man leaned in closer stroking her hair as he whispered into her ear. Carefully making sure to not wake her. " Buffy...you've protected and saved the lives of countless people. Still there are things you can't defend yourself from. I hope you let me help you with that."
Xander gently squeezed her hand and studied her lovely face where a smile started its breathtaking embrace. He feels stronger than ever when he sees it , realizing his strength comes from her. He would not fail her. He would not crumble.
whether or not she realizes, we need each other
"This I promise ...."
The young man softly kissed her hand and continued his study, imprinting her every curve into his memory as he sighed in contentment. There was no need for her kisses to burn his passion. No need for her touch to fuel his love. His passion would still burn without them . His love would remain . All he ever needed was *her* and she was already here. He really couldn't ask for more.
" I'll always be there...."
--------------------------------------------------
Los Angeles
"Why are we still in LA ? Didn't you say we'd be heading towards the hellmouth ? That is if I remember correctly , in Sunnydale , is it not ?"
"Have patience Wesley . I trusted you enough to let you come with us. Wouldn't you grace me with yours?"
Wesley Wyndam Pryce fell silent as he regarded the man addressing him by name. Sam Zabuto was a name, well known in Council. One of the greatest watchers alive in fact . A man of integrity and honour . Respected among all his peers. A moment of thought entered Wesley's mind , perhaps the first true sign of some intelligence he possessed. It would do him good to watch his mouth.
"I-I must apologize Mr Zabuto but I still don't see how...this is at all related to our current assignment." He stammered.
The large African man eased the glare upon his younger colleague and settled into a grin. His age had done quite little to slow him down. Despite having over sixty years under his belt , his body was still strong , as was his keen mind . The passing of time had rendered him rather distinguished and in his old yet amazingly elegant suit , his presence was indeed remarkable. Running a hand through his white beard , the watcher searched his thoughts carefully , his brown eyes turning to greet the girl next to him. He knew how frightened she really was. The brunette girl masked her fear with nonchalance , pretending not to care at all with the matters at hand. In truth she was like a violin whose strings were wound too tightly. Nervous beyond words.
"Open your eyes Wesley. You have much to learn. Kindly stay here with Maria. I'll be back in a minute." Zabuto announced over his shoulder , leaving the two of them behind.
"where are you going grandfather ?" the fair brunette asked .
"To meet an old friend."
Zabuto soon approached a tall stranger dressed in long black trenchcoat who stood with his back facing him. Even then the watcher could see the smirk on his face. The man turned around , gazing his small piercing blue eyes straight into Zabuto's brown . He was in his mid twenties , his short dark hair slicked back. Both of them lit up smiling as handshakes met.
"It's been a long time Sam." A rough scratchy voice called out.
"Yes it has . You haven't changed a bit Connor."
"I assure you my friend , I'm still my old charming self." He grinned as his gaze drifted to the girl Zabuto accompanied earlier.
"So she is the slayer. " Connor said , more a statement than a question.
"Maria. My granddaughter. Not as confident as Kendra but she has what it takes." Zabuto remarked following his gaze.
Connor noted the somber tone and quickly understood , nodding his condolences quietly. Not wanting to pursue the trip down memory lane , Connor moved on to business as a means to change the subject.
"What the prophecies have foretold has already begun..."
"I know Connor."
"What of the Council ?"
"They're ill equipped to handle it. I chose to involve myself because something needed to be done. I do not trust the Council enough to see this through."
"I never took you as someone who broke the rules Sam." Connor chuckled."Don't you want to introduce me to them?"
"Come then. They would be glad to meet you." Zabuto replied , as they both started walking towards Wesley and Maria.
Maria watched the man her grandfather conversed with , noting how strange it was to see them acting like friends. She didn't doubt that they were but normally her grandfather's circle consisted of mainly old people. The man now approaching her and Wesley was obviously not.
what's going on here ?
Her eyes fall on Wesley as he polished his glasses. After only minutes of contact , the Englishman had managed to completely annoy her. Her grandfather had assured her that he was a good man but Maria could not help but look at him with utter disgust and disdain.
the council assigned this idiot to be my watcher ? She sighed inwardly.
"Maria , Wesley , I want you to meet a friend of mine." Zabuto gestured to Connor with his hand.
"Wesley Wyndam Pryce. Nice to meet you." The watcher said , politely shaking his hand.
"Maria Martinez. Just call me Maria " said the slayer, smiling as she did the same.
" Macleod , Connor Macleod ."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
end part 5
okay that was it.took a little later than I thought but finally
finished it.So how was it? if ya read it tell me what ya think k? I
love feedback and all comments are welcome.hope ya enjoyed the story
so far.peace that's it...
until next time I remain...........
Disclaimer:Buffy and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon &
Co. Zauriel and his friends belong to me.so does this particular
story.hope u let me tell it.please...????????
rating:pg...i think
Author's notes:I'm posting in hopes somebody likes it and tells
me.Thanks to all who gave their comments and reviews.Also thanks to
Lori without whom this fic would be dead oh so long ago.Not much
action here.Just some more build up.hope ya like it anyway
.enjoy.peace that's it.
=denotes thoughts
part 5-
*I no longer live this world*
*I breathe not the air*
*I see not with my eyes*
*I listen only to silence*
-------FLASHBACK-------
" It hurts....papa....it hurts so much......"
Her terrified voice compelled him to act but he could only freeze. He was already crying , terrified himself . A scene of death laid claim to the land they lived. Bodies were everywhere .some horribly mutilated and most missing their heads. The village he loved was burning down in flames , painted in red with the spilled blood of innocents. The air reeked of its rotting stench , forcing the nightmare of violence to be forever remembered . A hellish massacre had scarcely left anyone alive .His friends were no longer and the blue eyes of his beloved daughter stare at him now asking for help. Her blonde curls drenched in crimson , her favourite dress left in shredded strands .The little girl was suffering , slowly choking painfully on her own blood .
" Papa....stop the pain..please.." she cried out.
"It will be alright my sweet princess....don't be afraid."
"Papa ....I-I can't..."
"shhh.....close your eyes..."
His daughter answered with her full trust , letting her vision leave as a trembling hand clamped over her mouth , shutting the supply of air to her bleeding lungs. She said a muffled 'I love you' and never flinched , letting her fate rest in his hands. The few moments that passed seemed an eternity of hell , a tragedy he could never erase from his mind. The father wept , remembering the times he tucked her into bed and stood in faithful silence when he finally put her to sleep.....
--------END FLASHBACK---------
*I no longer live this world*
*I feel not its heat*
*I heed not the words it speak*
*I no longer live this world*
*I choose to change all that follows with it*
--------------------------
He has lived long enough to know that death is only the beginning , his age long forgotten in the mists of time. He remembers his dead family constantly , his daughter in particular . Her strikingly blue eyes haunt his mind even now. He was a priest whose humble abode and simple life proved a satisfying anchor to the world . That link was severed brutally when he found his whole village dead. A slaughter brought upon by both demon and human alike . That wasn't something one would easily forget .
Opening his eyes he surveys the apparent darkness. His followers await his command and watch him slip out of meditation. He wonders how many share his beliefs and understand his goal. Few knew his actual intent if ever. It was a secret kept from even his most trusted assistant. He had promised them absolute power and the world but he had no real desire for power and held no appetite for global domination . All he sought was change .
The ends of his mouth tweaked as a smile crept up on his face .
"Soon the mistakes of man will forever be erased......"
-----------------------------------------------------
Angel had stalked the final hours of the night relentessly , searching the entire town for any clues to the whereabouts of Faith . The vampire with a soul found only frustration . In a town where eyes are everywhere , no one seemed to seen a thing. He found a suspicious trail that led to the Wellson caverns on the far side of town and followed it . He didn't find any slayer but that didn't make his discovery any less important. In one particularly dark cave he had expected to find a vampire nest. He found something else.
demons...
The cavern was filled with about less than a dozen of them. They all seemed to look female but where females usually carry faces of beauty, they instead masked an appearance of hideously rough pale blue scaly skin and an assortment of very sharp teeth. On their foreheads , the scales were thicker and short horns jutted out much like the head of a triceratop. All of them had long black hair that fell loosely to the shoulders . Black , torn and raggedy cloth covered most of their bodies . Their hands were strong and bore razor sharp claws.
Enough of a reason to convince the vampire to play quiet and just spy away. The fact that he was also outnumbered was another good one. Picking a nice dark little spot , he watched them with great interest. The demons were carrying out a ritual as all bad demons were required to do. Angel wasn't sure what the ritual entailed. The chanting was of a language he wasn't familiar with but the procession definitely sparked a memory or two.
Quickly the vampire slipped out undetected and made his way to the library. Searching for Faith just became a secondary priority. If he guessed right the world was in jeopardy....again.
-------------------------------------------
" Are you sure ? "
" Whaddya think ? "
" You don't remember anything at all ?"
"bits and pieces mostly....OWW!!!!" the slayer screamed as she felt her head.
"Don't move...you had a really bad day. You were attacked. I kinda did the heroic gig and brought you here. I thought about bringing you to the hospital but there wasn't time." The guardian said as he supported her. "here's some water...drink.." offering her a cup.
She took a sip and slowly laid back down into her bed. A lot of questions were running through her mind at the moment but the painful headache prevented her from voicing them out immediately. She turned her gaze to the young man before her, looking him over. He was of medium built , short dark hair . His skin looked a little tanned but she guessed that it was his natural complexion rather than one he acquired from a day out on the beach. His deep eyes held intense sadness that gazed right back into her own. His hands were strong but held surprising gentleness , a slight smile greeting her presence. She blushed when she found herself staring at him for a few seconds , turning her head away in embarrassment.
" I'm a friend. You can call me Z " Zauriel spoke first to break the awkward moment.
"What kinda name is Z ? That's not your name." She asked narrowing her eyes at him questionably.
"How would you know ?. Anyway its just a name." He replied as her returning gaze brought out a chuckle.
"Do you know mine ? cos I ... don't..." her voice faded softly
"We just met really...I was hoping to get you home but seeing as how we both don't know much about you and where you live..." he paused thinking it over " I guess you're stuck with me for a while till we find something to work with."
"what fun..."
Ignoring her comment the he continued " I have to go somewhere and check something out. You should stay here and rest. Don't go anywhere when I'm gone. You'll be safe here . I don't think anyone's gonna barge in soon." With a soft kiss on her forehead he turned for the door.
"you'll be ok kiddo ?"
"Five by five..."
-----------------------------
Giles blinked as he processed all the information he just heard.
" The sisterhood of Jhe... ? I-If you're right then....that means the hellmouth is...."
"...about to be opened. Yeah that's what I thought too." Angel finished for him. "How much time do you think we have till then ?"
"Not much .At most we have a day or two. We're already shorthanded without Faith and as much as we need Buffy for this , I want her out of it. She hasn't fully recovered yet. I will call Willow to prepare a binding spell as soon as possible. I'm ending the search for Faith for now as much as I hate to do so."
The watcher rubbed his temples before he continued. Angel waited patiently knowing it was obviously difficult for him to speak what he had to. With a sigh he finally managed "The council called to confirm that a new slayer had been called. She and her watcher will be here in Sunnydale in eight more hours. They are our reinforcements. "
" How did they know so soon ?"
"I'm not sure if they do. I was only notified of their coming arrival. I believe they were sent for a reason and given the speed by which they were dispatched here, it must be very important. Once they're here we will update them of our current situation and plan our course of action."
"Any news about the guardian ? He has to be connected to all of this somehow." The vampire asked
In response to his question , the librarian pulled out a dusty scroll and showed it to the vampire , spreading the length of it on the table. The text was strangely not written but seemingly burnt into the scroll .It smelled of blood and ash. Details not lost on Angel.
" I found a Druideion manuscript depicting an ancient sect of warriors who devoted themselves to protecting a source of power simply named the Flame. The warriors were called guardians whose successors were chosen and trained from birth. Each guardian was ordained with the knowledge passed down from the first and for hundreds of years that was how it was. All knowledge of them ever existing ceased about five centuries ago. They seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth and became mere myth. Here , they were mentioned as a powerful group but nothing is said of their ability or appearance. It does imply that they were human though..."
"So we have nothing on him."
"I think our efforts are best focused on stopping the hellmouth right now. Until we find something concrete about the guardian , we have no other alternative."
Angel nodded " I see. I'll check on Buffy on my way back to the mansion. "
"Check in with me later." Giles called out to the vampire's leaving form.
"I'll do that."
----------------------------------------
Summers Residence
She dozed away peacefully. Golden hair flowing articulately down to her shoulder as she lay on her bed, unkempt yet elegant as well. Her breaths , gentle and soft wheezes as they took in air. Inhaling the scent of his reassuring presence . Calming her torrent emotions as she indulged in quiet undisturbed sleep.
Alexander Harris could not keep his eyes off of her. There she was....the most adorable creature ever to exist on the earth that God had created , resting cozily in front of him . She looked so delicate , so fragile. A rare and beautiful gift sent down from the heavens to enrich his humble existence. He was ever so grateful that she was in his life. A life that he felt would have meant little if she wasn't in it.
"God...you're beautiful."
Xander Harris observed the petite hand that clasped his own , the fingers that wrap into his. He had wondered for so long how her fevered touch would feel , how her kisses would taste . He hadn't stopped wondering of course and still hungered longingly for her. It was awfully tempting to just brush her lips with his but he managed to hold back somehow. Refusing to do so when she was vulnerable. Xander could never stand to watch her in pain. Her pain was his. The sleeping slayer just endeared to him that much.
The young man leaned in closer stroking her hair as he whispered into her ear. Carefully making sure to not wake her. " Buffy...you've protected and saved the lives of countless people. Still there are things you can't defend yourself from. I hope you let me help you with that."
Xander gently squeezed her hand and studied her lovely face where a smile started its breathtaking embrace. He feels stronger than ever when he sees it , realizing his strength comes from her. He would not fail her. He would not crumble.
whether or not she realizes, we need each other
"This I promise ...."
The young man softly kissed her hand and continued his study, imprinting her every curve into his memory as he sighed in contentment. There was no need for her kisses to burn his passion. No need for her touch to fuel his love. His passion would still burn without them . His love would remain . All he ever needed was *her* and she was already here. He really couldn't ask for more.
" I'll always be there...."
--------------------------------------------------
Los Angeles
"Why are we still in LA ? Didn't you say we'd be heading towards the hellmouth ? That is if I remember correctly , in Sunnydale , is it not ?"
"Have patience Wesley . I trusted you enough to let you come with us. Wouldn't you grace me with yours?"
Wesley Wyndam Pryce fell silent as he regarded the man addressing him by name. Sam Zabuto was a name, well known in Council. One of the greatest watchers alive in fact . A man of integrity and honour . Respected among all his peers. A moment of thought entered Wesley's mind , perhaps the first true sign of some intelligence he possessed. It would do him good to watch his mouth.
"I-I must apologize Mr Zabuto but I still don't see how...this is at all related to our current assignment." He stammered.
The large African man eased the glare upon his younger colleague and settled into a grin. His age had done quite little to slow him down. Despite having over sixty years under his belt , his body was still strong , as was his keen mind . The passing of time had rendered him rather distinguished and in his old yet amazingly elegant suit , his presence was indeed remarkable. Running a hand through his white beard , the watcher searched his thoughts carefully , his brown eyes turning to greet the girl next to him. He knew how frightened she really was. The brunette girl masked her fear with nonchalance , pretending not to care at all with the matters at hand. In truth she was like a violin whose strings were wound too tightly. Nervous beyond words.
"Open your eyes Wesley. You have much to learn. Kindly stay here with Maria. I'll be back in a minute." Zabuto announced over his shoulder , leaving the two of them behind.
"where are you going grandfather ?" the fair brunette asked .
"To meet an old friend."
Zabuto soon approached a tall stranger dressed in long black trenchcoat who stood with his back facing him. Even then the watcher could see the smirk on his face. The man turned around , gazing his small piercing blue eyes straight into Zabuto's brown . He was in his mid twenties , his short dark hair slicked back. Both of them lit up smiling as handshakes met.
"It's been a long time Sam." A rough scratchy voice called out.
"Yes it has . You haven't changed a bit Connor."
"I assure you my friend , I'm still my old charming self." He grinned as his gaze drifted to the girl Zabuto accompanied earlier.
"So she is the slayer. " Connor said , more a statement than a question.
"Maria. My granddaughter. Not as confident as Kendra but she has what it takes." Zabuto remarked following his gaze.
Connor noted the somber tone and quickly understood , nodding his condolences quietly. Not wanting to pursue the trip down memory lane , Connor moved on to business as a means to change the subject.
"What the prophecies have foretold has already begun..."
"I know Connor."
"What of the Council ?"
"They're ill equipped to handle it. I chose to involve myself because something needed to be done. I do not trust the Council enough to see this through."
"I never took you as someone who broke the rules Sam." Connor chuckled."Don't you want to introduce me to them?"
"Come then. They would be glad to meet you." Zabuto replied , as they both started walking towards Wesley and Maria.
Maria watched the man her grandfather conversed with , noting how strange it was to see them acting like friends. She didn't doubt that they were but normally her grandfather's circle consisted of mainly old people. The man now approaching her and Wesley was obviously not.
what's going on here ?
Her eyes fall on Wesley as he polished his glasses. After only minutes of contact , the Englishman had managed to completely annoy her. Her grandfather had assured her that he was a good man but Maria could not help but look at him with utter disgust and disdain.
the council assigned this idiot to be my watcher ? She sighed inwardly.
"Maria , Wesley , I want you to meet a friend of mine." Zabuto gestured to Connor with his hand.
"Wesley Wyndam Pryce. Nice to meet you." The watcher said , politely shaking his hand.
"Maria Martinez. Just call me Maria " said the slayer, smiling as she did the same.
" Macleod , Connor Macleod ."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
end part 5
okay that was it.took a little later than I thought but finally
finished it.So how was it? if ya read it tell me what ya think k? I
love feedback and all comments are welcome.hope ya enjoyed the story
so far.peace that's it...
until next time I remain...........