Title: Who wants to live forever (part 3)
Author: BELOVEDbyWAR
Rating: PG-13
TV verse: Blood Ties
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money..
Wc: 1058
Sequel to: Expectations
AN.: Thanks to luvinmike for beta-reading my stuff!
Part 3:
(Downtown Toronto)
No matter where he went, he didn't feel safe anywhere. There were continuous flashes of confrontations and crimes playing in his mind that seemed to be triggered by several locations he passed and almost always included the face of a woman.
Once he ran into a group of youths dressed all in black and wearing heavy makeup. This conjured a different image; that of a younger woman in equally eccentric garb, closely followed by the face of a young man.
Were these people important to him? Family, perhaps?
He kept going, inching closer to an unknown destination that he seemed to be somehow drawn to.
The flashes became clearer and longer.
He remembered the woman smiling at him and intertwining his pinky with hers. He remembered her decking him for something he now couldn't recall, her failing to catch a fortune cookie, her hugging him with all her might, as if she was afraid to lose him. Them standing in front of a cab kissing. Other occasions…Chinese take-out… Them flirting, arguing, helping, fighting, and comforting each other…
It was too much! His head spun!
Suddenly he remembered strong arms supporting him, almost carrying him to a car, the same arms holding him in a vice grip, not letting him escape as a hungry mouth feasted on his neck-
Wha-?! That couldn't be real! Those were pictures out of a nightmare!
Then suddenly the throbbing in his head changed to something he could hardly describe. It was as if a pulse wave vibrated around him, as if an alarm had suddenly gone off, filling his whole being with the sense of another's presence.
Hastily he looked around, even if he didn't know what he was looking for. He should flee, but after half a day of running, his stubbornness finally forced him to meet the foe head-on, though not here out in the open.
Quickly he made his way to a somehow familiar alley and hid in a barely detectable alcove, lying there in wait of his imaginary pursuer.
Shortly thereafter, a silent shadow indeed followed after him. He held his breath, readying himself to pounce.
Without any warning he rammed his shoulder in the man's side and tackled him to the ground. A desperate fight broke out and to his great shame he was on the losing side, even though he clearly outweighed his partner. Still, the slim man moved like an eel. It was impossible to keep a hold on him and a short time later it was the other man who held him immobile.
"Now, that's quite enough!"
Panting, he looked at his opponent. The man was young, somewhere in his early thirties maybe. He was tall, though not as tall as he, and had more of a runner's build than his more sturdy body. Short dark brown, almost black, hair framed a high cheek-boned face. The quite prominent nose stood in contrast to the pouty mouth, but the most extraordinary thing about this man were his eyes. They almost seemed to glow with their intensity, seemingly alternating between a deep green and a warm gold in their center. They strongly reminded him of a cat's eyes, always alert and watchful with nothing escaping their notice. There was something wild about those eyes, as if they belonged to someone who just hid behind his civilized facade.
"Who are you?" the stranger wanted to know.
"I don't know," he answered coldly. Then as if as an afterthought, he continued:
"And why would I tell you, anyhow? After all, you were following me for no good reason."
The other ignored him. Instead he was given a once over, which reminded him painfully of his nearly unclothed state.
"Were you in an accident?"
"Why?" he asked, irritated.
An almost suffering breath was released, followed by a mumble that sounded suspiciously like, It's all your fault, MacLeod, bloody contagious boy scout syndrome!, before the eyes were back on him.
"You, dear fellow, positively reek of a medical facility. Not to mention that you are ONLY wearing a doctor's coat and nothing else, which, in addition to your claim of amnesia, leads me to the conclusion that you had a fatal accident which most likely included an injury to that hard head of yours. Hence the memory loss. Are you able to follow me so far?"
He only blinked, then some of the words just spoken registered, making no sense at all.
"Fatal? Right, because you are having a conversation with a corpse right now."
This made the other smirk.
"Well, at least your sarcasm isn't as slow as your understanding. And yes, fatal, as in dead."
"Oh! And my name is Casper, or something?"
"No, but I bet John or something equally white-bread American," the stranger answered more to himself than anyone else.
"What?"
"Never mind!"
With a move faster than his eyes could see, the younger man had drawn a dagger with one hand and gripped his in the other. Then, quick as a snake, he cut a shallow wound.
"Hey! What the-"
"Would you shut up and look!"
Looking down, he could not believe his eyes.
There, right in front of him, he saw the wound heal! Inch by inch the cut closed, as if it had never been there!
Speechless, he stared first at his hand, then to the stranger's face, and then back again at his hand.
"Wha-?"
"Welcome to the club! You are immortal now. Isn't life just great!" Somehow the man' s tone implied it was everything but.
Then, with an equally smooth move, the stranger stood and looked around until he found what he was searching for and scooped it up.
The next thing he knew, he had the tip of a sword resting at his throat.
"Oh, and we have to get you one of these!"
The sword was withdrawn and a hand helped him up and pulled him closer to his smirking helper.
"Lesson one: Don't lose your head!"
***
(Meanwhile)
A piercing sound disturbed the sad quiet of the room. Groggily, Vicki fumbled for her phone, signaling to her sleepy assistant, now standing at Henry's bedroom door, that she got it.
"Yea?!" she croaked.
The news that followed made her surge up and widen her eyes before she roared out loud:
"WHAT?! How could you lose his body?!"