#The Champions Volume 2 chapter 4
Xander and Angel ran into Angel Investigations to see Charles Gunn on the floor with a very concerned Fred hovering over him. Angel was the first to speak. "Where's Cordy?" A groan came from behind the desk and a very beat- up Groo stands with his hand to his head. "They took my princess. Oh. And also your friend. Peter?" Xander shakes his head while thinking of how stupid the half demon is. Angel looks at Xander. The rage in his eyes clearly visible. "Why did he take Cordelia?" Xander lowers his head. "Have a seat. This story could take a little while." Angel shakes his head. "We don't have the time!" Xander shakes his head. "He doesn't just want Peter's head. He wants mine. Peter and Cordy are his leverage and insurance. He won't hurt them. Not Cordy anyway. Not just yet." Xander says the last part barely above a whisper and he walks past Angel and sits beside a now conciese Gunn and a still worrying Fred. Angel grudgingly takes a seat beside Groo. Xander sighs and takes a breath. "My friend and one of my mentors told me this story yesterday. In 1797...........
Flashback.
1797. Paris.
Methos walked the dark and dank streets of Paris. His mood was high as he smiled and walked toward his new loves house. He couldn't believe that he had let himself love again. After nearly a thousand years of loneliness he allowed someone in. Sure it was an accident. He had saved her from vampires and seen her face. She was beautiful. Not just her outer features. SHE was beautiful. From her heart to her hair. Methos looked at the stars above him and for the first time in a few thousand years saw more hope than he thought possible. For one tonight he was going to tell Marilyn about her gift. Or curse if that is how you view it. He knew there was something about her when he ran to her rescue. It wasn't until a few days later that he was sure. She was Pre-immortal. And though in a way he loved the idea. He also shunned it. If she accepted this 'gift' she would forever lose her ability to bear children. Methos couldn't bare to be without her. No matter her choice he would stay by her. Be it as a friend or a lover. He couldn't leave her if he wanted to. He was to close now. He loved her, no matter what would happen tonight he loved her. He heard the scream from about three blocks down. He stopped in his tracks. Years from now he would look back and blame her death on his shock. He stopped. If he wouldn't have he might have made it. In his mind he was to blame. It would be a few lifetimes before he forgave himself. He threw the flowers in his hand aside and ran toward the building. He knew the scream. He had heard it before he saw her face. It was his fondest memory turned into his worst nightmare. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Later he would say he could have ran the Kentucky derby and won. But now. He had only one thing on his mind. Marilyn. And somehow he knew. He just knew he would be to late. He felt the BUZZ of an immortal as he kicked in the door. But just as he was charging in he hesitated again. There were two immortals here. His eyes shot wide as he ran toward the den of the flat. What the hell was going on? He thought to himself as he ran into the den just in time to see a man of about 6'2 with light brown hair stand above Marilyn with a sword in hand. "NO!" Methos screamed at the top of his lungs. The man looked at him and smiled. A sinister smile. And began to bring his sword down. "There can be only one." The blade of the ancient weapon sliced clean through Marilyn's neck. Methos was running toward Brian as the quickening began and knocked Methos against the wall leaving him as dazed as the other immortal. As the quickening ended Methos opened his eyes to see an empty room. A note on the floor beside his loves body. 'Her last words were of you.' Methos sat and cried. For the first time in a thousand years he had lost happiness. And for the first time in a thousand years. He cried.
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Angel Investigations.
Present.
Angel and the rest of the crew looked at Xander as he finished the story. Angel finally broke the silence. "He wants Cordy to torture Peter?" Xander nodded his head slowly and let out a long sigh. Fred stood and started pacing. "But that doesn't make sense. Cordelia doesn't even know Peter. Why would he take her?" Xander stood and moved toward the counter. He knew why. Peter was more like himself than anyone else he knew. He cared about anyone and everyone. Angel spoke before Xander turned around. He spoke low almost a whisper. "He'll do anything to keep Cordy safe. I saw it in his eyes. He's a champion." Xander only nodded and took a deep breath. Now they needed to find them. "Angel. Come with me." Angel nodded as the two began to walk toward the exit. "Where are we going?" Xander half turned. "To see Peter's father."
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Master Caine and Lo Si, aka the Ancient stood in the foyer as Xander and Angel both walked in. Desperation on there faces. Caine nodded slowly and began to speak. "I know what you seek. Let us find my son." Xander stepped aside as Master Caine moved out the door. Xander and Angel looked at each other and followed. Not sure exactly what was going on. But not really caring. They had friends in trouble. And no one was getting in there way. No one.
Sorry it took so long to update. I had and still have writers block on this idea. I've decided to sit down and write out all my ideas in order. Maybe that will help me write a little better. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. Thanks.
Xander and Angel ran into Angel Investigations to see Charles Gunn on the floor with a very concerned Fred hovering over him. Angel was the first to speak. "Where's Cordy?" A groan came from behind the desk and a very beat- up Groo stands with his hand to his head. "They took my princess. Oh. And also your friend. Peter?" Xander shakes his head while thinking of how stupid the half demon is. Angel looks at Xander. The rage in his eyes clearly visible. "Why did he take Cordelia?" Xander lowers his head. "Have a seat. This story could take a little while." Angel shakes his head. "We don't have the time!" Xander shakes his head. "He doesn't just want Peter's head. He wants mine. Peter and Cordy are his leverage and insurance. He won't hurt them. Not Cordy anyway. Not just yet." Xander says the last part barely above a whisper and he walks past Angel and sits beside a now conciese Gunn and a still worrying Fred. Angel grudgingly takes a seat beside Groo. Xander sighs and takes a breath. "My friend and one of my mentors told me this story yesterday. In 1797...........
Flashback.
1797. Paris.
Methos walked the dark and dank streets of Paris. His mood was high as he smiled and walked toward his new loves house. He couldn't believe that he had let himself love again. After nearly a thousand years of loneliness he allowed someone in. Sure it was an accident. He had saved her from vampires and seen her face. She was beautiful. Not just her outer features. SHE was beautiful. From her heart to her hair. Methos looked at the stars above him and for the first time in a few thousand years saw more hope than he thought possible. For one tonight he was going to tell Marilyn about her gift. Or curse if that is how you view it. He knew there was something about her when he ran to her rescue. It wasn't until a few days later that he was sure. She was Pre-immortal. And though in a way he loved the idea. He also shunned it. If she accepted this 'gift' she would forever lose her ability to bear children. Methos couldn't bare to be without her. No matter her choice he would stay by her. Be it as a friend or a lover. He couldn't leave her if he wanted to. He was to close now. He loved her, no matter what would happen tonight he loved her. He heard the scream from about three blocks down. He stopped in his tracks. Years from now he would look back and blame her death on his shock. He stopped. If he wouldn't have he might have made it. In his mind he was to blame. It would be a few lifetimes before he forgave himself. He threw the flowers in his hand aside and ran toward the building. He knew the scream. He had heard it before he saw her face. It was his fondest memory turned into his worst nightmare. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Later he would say he could have ran the Kentucky derby and won. But now. He had only one thing on his mind. Marilyn. And somehow he knew. He just knew he would be to late. He felt the BUZZ of an immortal as he kicked in the door. But just as he was charging in he hesitated again. There were two immortals here. His eyes shot wide as he ran toward the den of the flat. What the hell was going on? He thought to himself as he ran into the den just in time to see a man of about 6'2 with light brown hair stand above Marilyn with a sword in hand. "NO!" Methos screamed at the top of his lungs. The man looked at him and smiled. A sinister smile. And began to bring his sword down. "There can be only one." The blade of the ancient weapon sliced clean through Marilyn's neck. Methos was running toward Brian as the quickening began and knocked Methos against the wall leaving him as dazed as the other immortal. As the quickening ended Methos opened his eyes to see an empty room. A note on the floor beside his loves body. 'Her last words were of you.' Methos sat and cried. For the first time in a thousand years he had lost happiness. And for the first time in a thousand years. He cried.
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Angel Investigations.
Present.
Angel and the rest of the crew looked at Xander as he finished the story. Angel finally broke the silence. "He wants Cordy to torture Peter?" Xander nodded his head slowly and let out a long sigh. Fred stood and started pacing. "But that doesn't make sense. Cordelia doesn't even know Peter. Why would he take her?" Xander stood and moved toward the counter. He knew why. Peter was more like himself than anyone else he knew. He cared about anyone and everyone. Angel spoke before Xander turned around. He spoke low almost a whisper. "He'll do anything to keep Cordy safe. I saw it in his eyes. He's a champion." Xander only nodded and took a deep breath. Now they needed to find them. "Angel. Come with me." Angel nodded as the two began to walk toward the exit. "Where are we going?" Xander half turned. "To see Peter's father."
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Master Caine and Lo Si, aka the Ancient stood in the foyer as Xander and Angel both walked in. Desperation on there faces. Caine nodded slowly and began to speak. "I know what you seek. Let us find my son." Xander stepped aside as Master Caine moved out the door. Xander and Angel looked at each other and followed. Not sure exactly what was going on. But not really caring. They had friends in trouble. And no one was getting in there way. No one.
Sorry it took so long to update. I had and still have writers block on this idea. I've decided to sit down and write out all my ideas in order. Maybe that will help me write a little better. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. Thanks.