Darla was looking blankly through the large window of a room in the second floor of the church, leant forward with her head out to feel the cold breeze. She sensed an immortal coming but did not move. Methos leant similarly next to her.
"Are you OK?"
"I don't know." Darla whispered softly. "What could I have done to...?"
"She's angry because you took the head of someone she cared deeply for."
"Sounds familiar." She commented bitterly, expecting some sardonic, caustic reply she now felt she deserved.
"We take heads. Some of us seem to forget it." Methos spoke wisely. No sarcasm whatsoever.
"Who was it?"
"Someone whose death could've been avoided."
Darla thought backwards. All the immortals she had killed. They had all died in fair combat. Except for the naive homeless girl and the little punk. She hid her face behind the hands, remembering another immortal. One whose life she had saved only to take it away a second later. The guilt hurt.
"Duncan MacLeod."
"Apparently he took part of the Paraguayan forces in the Triple Alliance Invasion. Later he moved to Buenos Aires, and came across her." Methos grinned. "She always spoke highly of him."
"He was good-looking." Darla admitted with a tiny smile. "Is there any way to make up for it?"
"Do I have any way to make up for Victor?"
"Double no. That means I shall have to let her take my head."
Methos put his hands on her shoulders and made her look at him.
"That's not what he would have wanted."
"What other choice do I have?"
"Do I look like surrendering my head to you? I wouldn't do it. Not without fighting at least." Methos asked. Darla found it hard to keep her eyes on him, especially now that she was going lachrymal. She moved away and stopped at the door.
"You mean... decapitate her if I can?"
"What else?"
She did not say anything. She just left the room.
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"I had to go... and I did not want to disturb your game."
Christophe was giving his excuses for having disappeared. Darla sipped some tea and smiled.
"You did not miss much. My ass whipped only."
"It would have been interesting... It's a trend with Darius." He grinned as he downed his coffee.
She felt someone. Panic took her over for a second, before she realised it was a public place. Her eyes looked around. People coming and going. The waiter passed by them, and she noticed a couple in the distance. Methos and Gabriela. Her heartbeat rate increased when it seemed they would approach them. But the woman went away sending one last glance of hatred towards her. Methos did approach.
"Hello, Darla." He said with a good fake smile.
"Hi, Adam." She replied, becoming suddenly the friendliest person on Earth. "Christophe, this is Adam. Adam, Christophe."
Methos offered his hand and fixed his eyes upon the pre-immortal. Christophe shook it and looked away.
"I just wanted to say hello. Good to meet you."
"Good to meet you too." Christophe replied distantly. He seemed uncomfortable. Methos had looked at him in a peculiar way. That probably had made her friend uneasy.
"He's one of a kind." She uttered.
"Seems a nice... fellow."
"Sometimes he is." She was lying. Who cared about Methos?