Chapter 5
Duncan hit the pad as hard as he could. He was pissed. He was pissed because Richie never spoke of the little girl, he was pissed that Cameron had gotten ahold of her, he was pissed that he was going to have to face the bastard again.
"Duncan, please don't be mad at me." Richie came from the back of the gym where the elevator had been.
"What makes you think I'm mad at you Richie?" He kept hitting the bag.
"You always punch the bag when you are pissed off." Richie chuckled.
"It isn't you I'm mad at, if I am in fact angry at something."
"Cameron?" Richie took a deep breath and looked at his friend who was hitting the bag harder.
(New York 1900)
He stepped off the train. He was on a mission. To find Cameron and execute him. Duncan had been Duncan had been ancy, but he was ready to kick his ass for what he had done to Amanda. With all her talent, with all her ability she couldn't fight him off. And she was raped and beaten to pay for it. Duncan had gotten a telegram a couple of days earlier. She was in hiding and he had to find her because she was found dead in Cameron's appartment.
"Amanda," Duncan whispered. "It's me, Duncan MacCloud." He was right outside the door as it creaked open. Her little head peeped out to see him before she opened the door fully. "Amanda?" He said again as the door fully opened and she stood.
She looked so frail, she wore nothing but her undergarments and did not look as though she were the one he knew. The Amanda, Duncan knew was tough and could kick anyones ass, how could Cameron have done this to her?
He slowly walked in. Duncan himself didn't look as what he did when they last met. His hair was short and he wore a nice suit whether then the threads he'd worn 30 years ago when they last met. Duncan sat his suitcase down and walked over to her. There were no bruises shown but he knew that just b/c they weren't seen doesn't mean emotionally they weren't there. He laid his hand upon her cheek. She flinched and he pulled her into him. All she could do was cry, and the more she cried the tighter he held onto her.
"I'm so sorry Amanda," Duncan said as he still held onto her. He felt that if he let her go, she would crumble into a thousand pieces.
Walking into the bar he saw HIM, he was ticked off. Duncan had just dropped Amanda off at a nice hotel clothed with a dress he had bought her in Italy. He was pissed and out for Cameron's head. He had no trouble finding the drunk man sitting at the bar. They both knew what one another was and without saying a word they walked out to the dark alley behind the bar.
"Who are you?" He stood ready to draw his sword.
"I'm Duncan MacCloud of the Clan MacCloud, Cameron. I have a bit of business with you due to a recent friend of mine." He walked toward the broad shouldered man who could barely stand. Dammit, Duncan thought. I can't kill a drunk immortal. Well I could but not this way not for this reason, he looked at the man who was ready to fight staggering.
"What friend would this be?" He looked confused. Duncan backed down and started to walk away.
"Forget it, you aren't worth it." Duncan said walking away.
"What in the hell? You call me out and then you are going to chicken out on me?" Cameron still stood there.
Duncan turned back around and walked up to Cameron right in his face. "Let's just say if you are ever around and you hurt another one of my friends again consider yourself a gonner. And next time i won't give you pity b/c you are drunk."
"Oh you are here for Amanda." He had a sly smile. "I had a tough time with her, she was a fighter. But boy was she fun. She is lucky I didn't take her head." He kept his smile.
Duncan drew his sword. He could take him out easily. But he didn't want it to be that easy. He would leave him for Amanda when she got better and was back to her old self. It was her fight, not his. "Consider this a warning." He quickly lunged forward and stabbed Cameron in the heart with his sword. If Cameron wasn't drunk he would have been able to block it, but he wasn't quick enough and felt the shooting pain and then, death.
(present time)
"I still wasn't happy that night, but I knew it wouldn't be right to kill the bastard. I got him dead and out of New York for a while. That was somewhat satisfactory." He looked back at his student.
"Do you think he---- I mean to Brek? Do you think he---------" Richie went speechless and almost in tears.
"NO," Duncan said sharply. "When I finally got Amanda to talk she remembered him having a little girl as his slave. He would treat her like a daughter, but only beat her. The older ones weren't so lucky. He would use girl immortals and then rape and beat them. But the little girls were always mortals."
"But why little girls?" Richie had a thought of sickness.
"He would look innocent. A family man. No one would ever suspect. And back then it didn't matter if children went to school b/c of the industrial revolution. My point is that this isn't your fight when he comes. He is almost as old as Methos. He is powerful and I don't want you fighting him."
"But--" He was getting ready to protest.
"But nothing, i know how you must feel. The same way i felt for Amanda, but it isn't your fight." Duncan headed for the elevator with Richie following him.
"But it certainly isn't her fight either. And you, you are digging up the past. You shouldn't go up against him anymore then I should." Richie argued as they came up to the loft.
"Yeah so guess who that leaves?" Duncan looked at the couch and Richie followed his gaze where there senses were quickly enforced.
"Me." Amanda was sitting on the couch next to Brek who had fallen asleep.
Duncan hit the pad as hard as he could. He was pissed. He was pissed because Richie never spoke of the little girl, he was pissed that Cameron had gotten ahold of her, he was pissed that he was going to have to face the bastard again.
"Duncan, please don't be mad at me." Richie came from the back of the gym where the elevator had been.
"What makes you think I'm mad at you Richie?" He kept hitting the bag.
"You always punch the bag when you are pissed off." Richie chuckled.
"It isn't you I'm mad at, if I am in fact angry at something."
"Cameron?" Richie took a deep breath and looked at his friend who was hitting the bag harder.
(New York 1900)
He stepped off the train. He was on a mission. To find Cameron and execute him. Duncan had been Duncan had been ancy, but he was ready to kick his ass for what he had done to Amanda. With all her talent, with all her ability she couldn't fight him off. And she was raped and beaten to pay for it. Duncan had gotten a telegram a couple of days earlier. She was in hiding and he had to find her because she was found dead in Cameron's appartment.
"Amanda," Duncan whispered. "It's me, Duncan MacCloud." He was right outside the door as it creaked open. Her little head peeped out to see him before she opened the door fully. "Amanda?" He said again as the door fully opened and she stood.
She looked so frail, she wore nothing but her undergarments and did not look as though she were the one he knew. The Amanda, Duncan knew was tough and could kick anyones ass, how could Cameron have done this to her?
He slowly walked in. Duncan himself didn't look as what he did when they last met. His hair was short and he wore a nice suit whether then the threads he'd worn 30 years ago when they last met. Duncan sat his suitcase down and walked over to her. There were no bruises shown but he knew that just b/c they weren't seen doesn't mean emotionally they weren't there. He laid his hand upon her cheek. She flinched and he pulled her into him. All she could do was cry, and the more she cried the tighter he held onto her.
"I'm so sorry Amanda," Duncan said as he still held onto her. He felt that if he let her go, she would crumble into a thousand pieces.
Walking into the bar he saw HIM, he was ticked off. Duncan had just dropped Amanda off at a nice hotel clothed with a dress he had bought her in Italy. He was pissed and out for Cameron's head. He had no trouble finding the drunk man sitting at the bar. They both knew what one another was and without saying a word they walked out to the dark alley behind the bar.
"Who are you?" He stood ready to draw his sword.
"I'm Duncan MacCloud of the Clan MacCloud, Cameron. I have a bit of business with you due to a recent friend of mine." He walked toward the broad shouldered man who could barely stand. Dammit, Duncan thought. I can't kill a drunk immortal. Well I could but not this way not for this reason, he looked at the man who was ready to fight staggering.
"What friend would this be?" He looked confused. Duncan backed down and started to walk away.
"Forget it, you aren't worth it." Duncan said walking away.
"What in the hell? You call me out and then you are going to chicken out on me?" Cameron still stood there.
Duncan turned back around and walked up to Cameron right in his face. "Let's just say if you are ever around and you hurt another one of my friends again consider yourself a gonner. And next time i won't give you pity b/c you are drunk."
"Oh you are here for Amanda." He had a sly smile. "I had a tough time with her, she was a fighter. But boy was she fun. She is lucky I didn't take her head." He kept his smile.
Duncan drew his sword. He could take him out easily. But he didn't want it to be that easy. He would leave him for Amanda when she got better and was back to her old self. It was her fight, not his. "Consider this a warning." He quickly lunged forward and stabbed Cameron in the heart with his sword. If Cameron wasn't drunk he would have been able to block it, but he wasn't quick enough and felt the shooting pain and then, death.
(present time)
"I still wasn't happy that night, but I knew it wouldn't be right to kill the bastard. I got him dead and out of New York for a while. That was somewhat satisfactory." He looked back at his student.
"Do you think he---- I mean to Brek? Do you think he---------" Richie went speechless and almost in tears.
"NO," Duncan said sharply. "When I finally got Amanda to talk she remembered him having a little girl as his slave. He would treat her like a daughter, but only beat her. The older ones weren't so lucky. He would use girl immortals and then rape and beat them. But the little girls were always mortals."
"But why little girls?" Richie had a thought of sickness.
"He would look innocent. A family man. No one would ever suspect. And back then it didn't matter if children went to school b/c of the industrial revolution. My point is that this isn't your fight when he comes. He is almost as old as Methos. He is powerful and I don't want you fighting him."
"But--" He was getting ready to protest.
"But nothing, i know how you must feel. The same way i felt for Amanda, but it isn't your fight." Duncan headed for the elevator with Richie following him.
"But it certainly isn't her fight either. And you, you are digging up the past. You shouldn't go up against him anymore then I should." Richie argued as they came up to the loft.
"Yeah so guess who that leaves?" Duncan looked at the couch and Richie followed his gaze where there senses were quickly enforced.
"Me." Amanda was sitting on the couch next to Brek who had fallen asleep.
