Thank you all that have reviewed the first chapter of this story. Sorry for the delay in updating but you know how life is. I've been a bit busy with other projects, not to mention writers block for this particular story. I will remind you that I switch this story from first person to second person when writing. I hope its not too confusing. Well, enjoy.
Immortal
Chapter 2
I'm so tired! I feel as if my world has just tumbled down all around me and I have only these two total strangers to give me any type of comfort. Feeling cried out and mentally exhausted I push at Duncan's chest and he allows me to pull away from him but his hands are resting on my shoulders. I look away from him and his friend; they're both looking at me.
Uselessly whipping at my dampened cheeks I softly ask Duncan, "Where's your bathroom?"
Duncan allowed his hands to drop from her shoulders and points her to the back room, "In the back, feel free to take a shower if you like."
Not bothering to look his way I just nod and move toward the bathroom a mumbled, "Thank you," escaping my lips as I hurriedly make my way there. Closing the door behind me I lean against it, my eyes unfocussed as I look forward. What the hell was I going to do?
Watching her hurriedly shut the door to the bathroom behind her Duncan sighs as he turns to look at the old man comfortably sitting on the couch as if enjoying the show, "What?" he asks in a slightly exasperated voice.
Nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders Methos stands to leave, "Nothing, though if you do plan on taking her on as a student, you'll have to get her to leave the country."
Duncan runs his hands through his hair, "Yeah, I know. I just don't look forward to breaking that news to her. She's taking this a lot better than I thought she would especially with how I found her."
Methos dark brows rose at this, "You would probably save yourself the trouble if you weren't such a boy scout! So, just how did you end up with her?"
Sitting on the couch Duncan answers, "I went to see Anne today but on my way in I felt her quickening and followed it to the morgue. She was tucked away in one of their coolers."
He frowned at this, "Ouch, not a nice place to revive in," especially for the first time waking from the dead and not knowing what was happening. Methos had a sudden respect for the young woman, most would have been raving in hysterics by now.
"Yeah, the look in her eyes when I pulled her out of there… Lets just say I'm surprised that she's taking this so well." He looked towards the closed door, wondering if he should check on her.
Picking up his coat from the back of the couch Methos shrugged on the garment, making sure that his sword was secured within, "Well the day's young, she could always break down later."
Duncan frowned, "Do you always have to be so cynical?"
"Always," was his simple reply, "I'll see you around. I got a flight to catch to Paris maybe I'll see you there."
Sighing Duncan watched as Methos left the loft, he sure as hell wasn't going to get any help from the 5000-year-old immortal. He did have a point though, they had to leave the country and Paris was his second home. Duncan just hoped that Kathryn would be agreeable to the idea.
Pushing myself away from the closed door of the bathroom, I slowly moved towards the sink, my eyes refusing to look at my own reflection. If I looked up into the mirror would it be my face or someone else's?
Pulling my hair back and tucking it into a makeshift bun I turned on the water, splashing the cold liquid against my face. In some way I was hoping that this was just a dream and by splashing my face I would wake up… no such luck!
Remembering seeing a small towel hanging on a ring beside the sink I blindly reached for it and dried off my face. With that task finally done I gripped the edge of the sink, my eyes focused downward afraid to look up, afraid of what I'd see. Shaking my head at the ridiculousness of the whole situation, I finally moved my eyes upward.
Yes, it was still the same reflection that I would see every time I looked into a mirror except now… now the weariness in my eyes is a reminder of what had happened. Running my hands through the strands of my raven black hair I study the image that I see. My eyes are still the same hazel but as I see myself I cannot get the image of that gun at my throat out of my mind. Why? Why did this happen to me? What purpose did any of this serve and poor David… why did they kill him?
Looking down at the clothes I wore I felt suddenly dirty and the idea of a shower did sound intriguing. I just wish I had my own clothes to wear. I start, as there is a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yes," I call, not wanting to open the door. I did not want to see anyone. I needed to be alone.
Duncan's voice drift through the door, "I've got some sweats that you can change into. I'll leave them at the door."
He was trying to help me, I was starting to feel guilty about my behavior towards him but whom could I really trust? Well I had to start trusting somebody… and it might as well be this stranger.
Biting my lower lip I go to the door and crack it open, "Thanks." He smiles at me as I take the clothes from him, but don't wait for any more conversation and shut the door. Looking to the shower, I start to strip off the clothes that he had given to me at the morgue, the thought of waking up in that place made me shiver. Talk about a rude awakening! God, I just hope I wont have to relive that experience again. I was sure to have nightmares for the rest of my life, however long that would be.
Duncan sighed as he watched her shut the bathroom door in his face, 'Well, at least she opened it to begin with.' He usually did not take on female students but there was something about her that made him want to protect her, to show her that being immortal was not the end of the world, that it was just a complication that she would be able to deal with.
Picking up the phone, Duncan decided that he might as well call and start making preparations to leave to Paris. He would also see about getting her more appropriate clothing attire, he doubted that she enjoyed wearing men's clothing let alone ones that were a few sizes to large.
Head resting against the cool tile of the shower, the scene where I was shot kept running through my mind. Part of me felt angry. How dare that man do this to me, to David? Poor David, he was a good man and did not deserve what happened to him.
This felt as if it were some nightmare that I was trapped in. I had lived a sheltered life and knew nothing of violence, none aimed towards me anyway. I was well liked by others, quiet, and shy. What could fate have possibly planned for me now?
Pulling my head away from the cool tile I place my head underneath the showerhead allowing the hot water to caress my scalp and face. Opening my mouth I turn my back against the water, pushing back my hair. Whatever was to happen I knew that I would just have to take it as it came along. I refuse to be the victim in this. One thing was for sure, whoever killed me would forever be engraved into my memory.
AN: Yeah, I know, not very long. If you read any spelling or grammatical mistakes please ignore as I am in need of a beta reader. So any volunteers out there to beta read for my Highlander fics, please email me at mldavis_2000@yahoo.com
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