The girl awoke in fairly short order, but Methos had expected that due to both her slayer and immortal nature. He'd known she would wake up angry, so he'd taken the necessary precautions and tied her down to his bed in a way the ensured even her slayer strength would not be able to break her out. He had to make her understand.
He sat down next to her as her eyes opened slowly and smiled what he hoped was a friendly smile to put her at ease. It must not have worked because the first thing she did was glare at him. The second thing she did was try to get up. When she found herself unable to, she looked down at her hands and groaned in sheer frustration. Methos suppressed a smile.
"I cannot believe you managed to tie me down." She exclaimed, tugging once more at her restraints.
"It's metal construction cable," he told her mildly. "You won't be able to break it, even with your strength so you might as well hear me out."
"What, so you can tell me again that I'm an immortal? Go ahead, you can say it till your blue in the face. I don't have to listen to you, or believe you."
"You are the most aggravating slayer I have ever had the displeasure of meeting." He growled. "Didn't your watcher teach you obedience and good manners?"
"He tried," she retorted. "It didn't take. Look, what do you want from me?"
"You really aren't very bright you know that?" Methos exclaimed. Reaching under the bed, he pulled out his trusty Ivanhoe and positioned it at the base of her neck. "I could take your head here and now. It would sure save me a lot of trouble."
"Go ahead." She told him quietly. Methos was surprised at the complete lack of fear in her eyes as she stared at the sword just barely touching her neck. If he didn't know any better, he would think she almost welcomed the idea. What happened to her?
"I'm not going to kill you." He told her finally putting the sword away. "I just want you to realize that the term immortal is a lie. Cutting your head off will kill you permanently and not every immortal you meet will be as nice as I am. Most will try to take your head for the power of the Quickening."
"People will start trying to kill me because I'm powerful?" She exclaimed in a tone laced with sarcasm. "Gee, I wonder what that would be like! And since when did knocking me out, kidnapping me and tying me to your bed qualify you for the nice guy column? Look thanks for the warning, but I can handle myself. I have for a long time now."
"You died once." He pointed out. She grimaced.
"It was a prophecy thing," she shot back. "I didn't have a choice."
"Yea, well you don't have a choice but to listen to me either, so you might as well get comfortable." He stood up and headed towards the kitchen to grab himself a beer before continuing. "What is your name anyway?"
"Bu...", she paused and finished with, "Anne. My name is Anne."
"Pleased to meet you Anne." He said pleasantly. He didn't bother to contradict her on what was obviously not really her name. It didn't matter to him what she called herself. And he wasn't exactly Mr. Forthcoming in that department either. "I'm Adam Pierson."
"And you're an immortal." It wasn't a question, but he nodded anyway. "How old are you?"
"Old," he replied shortly. "Old enough to be able to teach you what it's like...to show you how to use a sword."
"I know how to use a sword." She told him darkly. "And I won't ever be using one again."
"Look, Anne I don't know what happened to you." He admitted sitting down and attempting to reason with her. "I can see that whatever you have gone through has been rough, but you have to understand that you aren't just a new immortal. You're the slayer and as far as I know, no slayer has ever been an immortal before. Don't you see? Something has gone terribly wrong. This could impact both the immortal and slayer world pretty seriously. I need your co-operation to figure out how this happened."
"Can it be fixed?" She asked, suddenly sounding every bit the seventeen year old child that she was. "Can you find a way to make me not immortal?"
"This isn't a disease Anne." He told her gently. "And no, there is no cure. But I can help you live with it. If you'll let me."
"Look, I'd love to help you figure this out, but I'm sort of laying low from the Watcher's Council." She looked away from him as she spoke. "I ran away, and I can't go back. If you tell them what happened they'll know where I am."
"The immortal branch and the slayer branch of the Watcher's Council are very separate." Methos assured her. "They almost never have any contact with one another. Most watchers don't know the other council even exists. I promise you that whatever you are running from, you won't be found here. You can trust me on that."
"I believe you." She said quietly. She tugged once more on her restraints. "Look I think we're beyond the fun with bondage part of our relationship don't you? Can you let me up now?"
"You promise not to try to kill me?" He asked, only half teasing. She smiled.
"You're safe from my wrath for now I suppose." She replied. "Tie me up again though and we're going to have a problem."
"Deal," Methos agreed as he began to untie her. "Now, we'll start with me telling you all about immortality, starting with the Quickening."
