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The three of them had moved to the kitchen and were sitting at the table. Destiny still had the blanket wrapped around her. Duncan was sitting across from her and Richie was to the left.
"About ten years ago my father died," Destiny began. "He was in a car accident. My parents had been divorced and I had been sent to live with my mother. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, but I had no choice."
"Why weren't you happy about staying with your mother?" Richie asked.
She looked up at him. "Let's just say she wasn't an ideal mother. In fact in all honesty she was a bitch. She laid guilt trips on me all the time. She swore that if I had never been born my father would still be alive."
"How could you not being born have prevented the accident?" Mac asked.
"He was taking me to school when it happened."
"So you were in the accident as well?"
Destiny nodded. "I only had a concussion though. Nothing serious. Anyways as time progressed things got worse. When I was about ten she met this guy. He was real nice at first. He would take me to the park and hold me when I cried. Things that reminded me of my father. He would even defend me against my mother." She laughed. "I thought he was really something. I thought he was my angel come to rescue me from the hell my mother put me through."
"So what happened?" Richie questioned.
She took a deep breath. "My angel was really the devil in disguise. He adopted me when I was fourteen. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Until my mom died."
Duncan raised an eyebrow. "How exactly did that happen?"
"She was shot in the head. Murdered. They found her body behind a department story not far from our house. I woke up to a million cops standing at my front door." She took a breath. "I never thought I would miss her, but I realized after she was gone that even though she wasn't the greatest mom in the world, I still loved her you know?"
"Oh believe me, I know," Richie said.
"Well after she died, things went from bad to worse. I mean really worse. When I turned fifteen he started hitting me. At first I fought back. My father had put me in martial arts as a kid and it was something I never forgot. He loved to watch me do it. He was so proud of me I didn't want to let that go."
"I take it he didn't stop hitting you," Richie stated more than he questioned.
She half laughed. "Yeah right. He was more skilled than I was. Everything I knew he knew better. He would hurt me to the point where I thought I was going to die. I thought he would take me to the hospital, but he never did. He always knew how to fix me up. First aid is a bitch. As I got older, things got worse." She brushed some strands of hair out of her face. "When I turned seventeen, he tried to kill me. I don't mean he beat the living hell out of me tried to kill me, I mean pulled a gun out tried to kill me."
Mac and Richie exchanged glances.
Destiny looked down at her hands. "I don't understand it. He was so nice in the beginning and then he turned so mean."
"I noticed you didn't tell us his name." Duncan said.
She looked at him. "Now why would I do that? Then you would figure out who I was and even worse contact him."
"Destiny I would not put you anywhere near him. We will keep you safe. I swear it to you."
She looked anywhere but at Mac.
"I can't help you if you don't give me a name."
She didn't say anything.
"Destiny," Mac said sternly.
Her green eyes met his brown. She bit the edge of her lower lip and sighed.
"My name is Audrina Carver. Dri for short. The bastard who gave me the scars on my back is Alec Zane."
Duncan sat back in his chair.
~England 1756~
Duncan was riding his horse through the woods. He was wearing a pair of black breeches and a white long sleeved shirt that bunched at the wrist. He had on knee high black boots, and his sword sheathed on his left hip. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Suddenly Duncan felt the presence of another immortal. He slowed his horse to a soft trot and drew his sword. A scream tore out through the trees. Duncan jumped off his horse and ran towards the scream.
He came upon a woman wearing a dark red dress. She was lying dead on the ground in front of a man that was about Duncan's height. He had blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, but it was longer than Duncan's. He was wearing tan breaches and a white shirt close to that of Duncan's. A blood covered sword was in his right hand.
The man looked over in Duncan's direction with pale blue eyes.
"I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Who are you?"
"Zane, Alec Zane." He said nonchalantly.
"Why did you kill that woman?"
"You know as well as I that she's not dead."
"That may be true, but you haven't taken her head. Why?"
"It is her first death. She will wake up immortal and then I will take her head."
Duncan couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You kill immortals for the first time and then take their heads?"
"Yes. It suits me."
The young woman on the ground woke. She sat up, eyes wild.
"What's going on?" She asked, backing away from Alec.
Alec smiled. He raised his sword. The woman screamed as the sword came for her neck. Duncan's sword blocked Alec from his target and his smile faded.
"This isn't a fair fight."
"Perhaps not, but as they say, two heads are better than one."
He brought his sword around and the two began dueling. The woman watched in fear and horror as the two men before her clanged swords and battled each other mercilessly. Duncan was able to block many of Alec's blows, and he was throwing out some good ones of his own.
Unfortunately Mac stumbled on a rock and fell back. By the time he hit the ground Alec's sword was already at his neck. The blonde man kneeled down with the sword still touching Duncan's skin.
"I like your spirit Highlander. You are a fierce one. I like you and because I like you I will let you keep your head. Take the woman and go, but know this, if our paths should cross again you will not live to tell the tale."
~Present~
"Don't worry, Dri," Duncan said putting emphasis on her name. "He won't come near you again."
She nodded. "I hope you're right. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he does."
"Don't worry about that now. He's not going to hurt you ever again." Mac told her.
"Would you mind if I got some more sleep? I haven't actually slept in a bed in a while."
Mac nodded. "Of course."
Dri got up and went back into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Judging from the look on your face when she told you the name, I'd say you know him." Richie said.
"I'm losing my touch." Mac replied sarcastically. "But yes, I do know him."
"Great," The younger man replied. "You can tell me all about it over that dinner you were going to make."
Duncan laughed. "Food is still on the brain I see."
Richie smiled. "Did you have any doubts?"
Mac sighed. "All right, all right."
He got up and went to the fridge. This was going to be a long dinner.
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The three of them had moved to the kitchen and were sitting at the table. Destiny still had the blanket wrapped around her. Duncan was sitting across from her and Richie was to the left.
"About ten years ago my father died," Destiny began. "He was in a car accident. My parents had been divorced and I had been sent to live with my mother. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, but I had no choice."
"Why weren't you happy about staying with your mother?" Richie asked.
She looked up at him. "Let's just say she wasn't an ideal mother. In fact in all honesty she was a bitch. She laid guilt trips on me all the time. She swore that if I had never been born my father would still be alive."
"How could you not being born have prevented the accident?" Mac asked.
"He was taking me to school when it happened."
"So you were in the accident as well?"
Destiny nodded. "I only had a concussion though. Nothing serious. Anyways as time progressed things got worse. When I was about ten she met this guy. He was real nice at first. He would take me to the park and hold me when I cried. Things that reminded me of my father. He would even defend me against my mother." She laughed. "I thought he was really something. I thought he was my angel come to rescue me from the hell my mother put me through."
"So what happened?" Richie questioned.
She took a deep breath. "My angel was really the devil in disguise. He adopted me when I was fourteen. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Until my mom died."
Duncan raised an eyebrow. "How exactly did that happen?"
"She was shot in the head. Murdered. They found her body behind a department story not far from our house. I woke up to a million cops standing at my front door." She took a breath. "I never thought I would miss her, but I realized after she was gone that even though she wasn't the greatest mom in the world, I still loved her you know?"
"Oh believe me, I know," Richie said.
"Well after she died, things went from bad to worse. I mean really worse. When I turned fifteen he started hitting me. At first I fought back. My father had put me in martial arts as a kid and it was something I never forgot. He loved to watch me do it. He was so proud of me I didn't want to let that go."
"I take it he didn't stop hitting you," Richie stated more than he questioned.
She half laughed. "Yeah right. He was more skilled than I was. Everything I knew he knew better. He would hurt me to the point where I thought I was going to die. I thought he would take me to the hospital, but he never did. He always knew how to fix me up. First aid is a bitch. As I got older, things got worse." She brushed some strands of hair out of her face. "When I turned seventeen, he tried to kill me. I don't mean he beat the living hell out of me tried to kill me, I mean pulled a gun out tried to kill me."
Mac and Richie exchanged glances.
Destiny looked down at her hands. "I don't understand it. He was so nice in the beginning and then he turned so mean."
"I noticed you didn't tell us his name." Duncan said.
She looked at him. "Now why would I do that? Then you would figure out who I was and even worse contact him."
"Destiny I would not put you anywhere near him. We will keep you safe. I swear it to you."
She looked anywhere but at Mac.
"I can't help you if you don't give me a name."
She didn't say anything.
"Destiny," Mac said sternly.
Her green eyes met his brown. She bit the edge of her lower lip and sighed.
"My name is Audrina Carver. Dri for short. The bastard who gave me the scars on my back is Alec Zane."
Duncan sat back in his chair.
~England 1756~
Duncan was riding his horse through the woods. He was wearing a pair of black breeches and a white long sleeved shirt that bunched at the wrist. He had on knee high black boots, and his sword sheathed on his left hip. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Suddenly Duncan felt the presence of another immortal. He slowed his horse to a soft trot and drew his sword. A scream tore out through the trees. Duncan jumped off his horse and ran towards the scream.
He came upon a woman wearing a dark red dress. She was lying dead on the ground in front of a man that was about Duncan's height. He had blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, but it was longer than Duncan's. He was wearing tan breaches and a white shirt close to that of Duncan's. A blood covered sword was in his right hand.
The man looked over in Duncan's direction with pale blue eyes.
"I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Who are you?"
"Zane, Alec Zane." He said nonchalantly.
"Why did you kill that woman?"
"You know as well as I that she's not dead."
"That may be true, but you haven't taken her head. Why?"
"It is her first death. She will wake up immortal and then I will take her head."
Duncan couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You kill immortals for the first time and then take their heads?"
"Yes. It suits me."
The young woman on the ground woke. She sat up, eyes wild.
"What's going on?" She asked, backing away from Alec.
Alec smiled. He raised his sword. The woman screamed as the sword came for her neck. Duncan's sword blocked Alec from his target and his smile faded.
"This isn't a fair fight."
"Perhaps not, but as they say, two heads are better than one."
He brought his sword around and the two began dueling. The woman watched in fear and horror as the two men before her clanged swords and battled each other mercilessly. Duncan was able to block many of Alec's blows, and he was throwing out some good ones of his own.
Unfortunately Mac stumbled on a rock and fell back. By the time he hit the ground Alec's sword was already at his neck. The blonde man kneeled down with the sword still touching Duncan's skin.
"I like your spirit Highlander. You are a fierce one. I like you and because I like you I will let you keep your head. Take the woman and go, but know this, if our paths should cross again you will not live to tell the tale."
~Present~
"Don't worry, Dri," Duncan said putting emphasis on her name. "He won't come near you again."
She nodded. "I hope you're right. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he does."
"Don't worry about that now. He's not going to hurt you ever again." Mac told her.
"Would you mind if I got some more sleep? I haven't actually slept in a bed in a while."
Mac nodded. "Of course."
Dri got up and went back into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Judging from the look on your face when she told you the name, I'd say you know him." Richie said.
"I'm losing my touch." Mac replied sarcastically. "But yes, I do know him."
"Great," The younger man replied. "You can tell me all about it over that dinner you were going to make."
Duncan laughed. "Food is still on the brain I see."
Richie smiled. "Did you have any doubts?"
Mac sighed. "All right, all right."
He got up and went to the fridge. This was going to be a long dinner.
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