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After Roger had issued his challenge, Jase had left, hating himself for leaving the frightened young girl to Roger's mercy but he had to prepare and he had to make a phone call.
Once he'd gone three blocks, Jase stopped and called the phone number his watcher friend had given him so long ago. He listened to the man on the other end and gave him directions to where he was meeting Roger. He told the watcher to arrive early.
Jase waited inside the cold building. Echoes of the past were heavy in the air. He grimaced. He hated being descended from a witch.
...1802, three days prior to Lisette's death...
Jase stumbled out of the tavern, one arm around the wench who he had bought for the night. The wench was beautiful with her fiery red hair and slim body. She whispered all kinds of enticements to him that made him smile.
He could barely keep his hands off her as they stumbled their way into the room he'd rented for the night. He managed to get out of his breeches and get her out of her corset before they were kissing, biting, sucking and rubbing all over each other.
So busy was he with the girl that he did not hear the man who entered on silent feet. The man pulled out the knife and the woman smiled as she roughly kissed Jase, whose back was to the silent man. The man raised his arm and brought the knife savagely down into his back.
Jase bucked and let out a yell of agony as he rolled off the woman and tried to face his attacker. The man charged him and stabbed him with a second knife before jumping back. The woman stood by and laughed sadistically.
Jase looked at her in horror. "Why?" he asked, blood gurgling in his throat.
The woman sashayed over to him and licked the blood trickling down his lips. "Because I like pain and I like to see men in pain," she said with a purr as she pulled the knife out of his chest and stabbed him in the heart with it.
Jase's eyes flew open and he stared at her in horror for one more moment before the light faded from his eyes.
Martha stood up and looked at Roger. "Now Lisette is all ours. Let's go."
Roger nodded and he and Martha left, hand in hand.
...Several hours later...
Jase's eyes flew open with a start and he let out a gasp of pained air. He looked down and saw the knife still sticking out of his chest. He jerked it out with a hiss and then reaching behind him, pulled out the one in his back. He groggily stood and made it to the basin of water where he washed his face.
His memory was hazy but he knew he needed to find that red-headed wench and pay her back for her treachery. He quickly changed clothes and went outside to the night.
...Four hours after Lisette's death...
Jase kicked the door in and then stopped and fell to his knees sobbing. His sister was dead. "Oh Lisette," he said weeping as he realized her head was missing.
He gathered up her body and fled the site. He knew that she had given birth but the child was already missing. He buried her outside the town that night, his heart full of grief and burning vengeance roaring in his veins. He knew who had killed her. It was that red-headed bitch and her husband.
"You'll pay! You'll both pay. I'll hunt you down until I find you and have your heads," he screamed his challenge to the night area.
...Present...
Jase shook himself and looked around. He felt the sensation that told him an Immortal was near and he tensed and backed himself into the shadows. He watched as four men entered.
The group had piled out of the car once they arrived and it was Duncan who said, "He's here. Let's go."
They entered the abandoned building and halted. Joe limped forward. "Jase O'Reilly?" Joe asked and waited.
Jase stepped from the shadows and eyed the men. "Joe Dawson?" he made the name a question.
"Yes, that's me. We spoke on the phone. I brought with me Methos, Duncan McLeod and Ritchie. They didn't come to fight but came to make sure your fight with Roger is fair. We know he doesn't play by the rules and we came to get Luisa away from him. She needs a loving home and we plan on getting it for her," Joe explained.
Jase relaxed and walked over and shook Joe's hand. "Good. Roger is a bastard and all he does is beat her. I'm sure she will be grateful."
Duncan looked at him sharply. "You saw her today?"
Jase nodded. "I went into the house. I would've taken her then but the coward used her for a shield. I could not go around her to get to him. So I was forced to make this deal with him. He should be here in another ten minutes," Jase said grimly.
Duncan's fist clenched in anger. "It ends here tonight. One way or the other," he said to Joe.
Joe nodded. It was Methos who said, rather dryly, "I think we should make ourselves scarce."
The four men nodded and then blended into the shadows to await Roger.