Date: Mon, 9 Oct 1995 14:08:39 -0500 Reply-To: Samantha Anne Copeland Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Samantha Anne Copeland Subject: Daddy's Little Girl part 03 X-To: Patricia Terris Daddy's Little Girl Samantha Copeland copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu ******Part 3****** The bar had just closed. Joe went into the back room of the bar and booted up his computer. He took a few disks out of a box kept in a locked drawer. Joe loaded the first disk and began his search. Two hours later he found something interesting. While running a search for Balfour, he came across an Immortal named Andrew Balfour, who had an adopted daughter by the name of Christina. Joe began to wonder if it was just dumb luck, or if there was a conscious effort on the part of Immortals to hook up with other Immortals beforehand. This explained a lot to Dawson. Since it appeared that Chris had been raised by an Immortal, it was logical that a little of her father's personality would rub off on her. It did seem strange that she didn't know anything about Immortals until MacLeod showed up. Surely, her father would have told her about himself, with all of the comings and goings that he would have had. But then who was he, Joe Dawson, to go and criticize an Immortal's personal decision. Anyway, it didn't matter any more, since she would know all of it soon enough. His goal reached, Joe switched off his computer, went out to his car, and drove home. ***Part 3, scene 2*** "What the...?" Chris sat up in bed, trying to figure out what had awakened her. Then a sensation that was almost becoming familiar washed over her again. * Damn, another Immortal, * glances at her clock 1:47 AM, * and at such an ungodly hour too. * Her thoughts were broken as the sound of her door creaking open met her ears. * Oh boy! * She jumped out of bed and ran into the main room. The man previously identified as Robert Alexander stood inside the door frame. "Not you again!" exclaimed Chris. "Yes it's me, and I am here to complete some unfinished business. Why don't you do this the easy way? We both know you don't stand a chance in combat against me." Chris frantically glanced around the room, searching for some way to fight this guy off. Just as she was about to give up hope, she eyed her broken epee. It might be missing a few inches off of the blade, but it was heck of a lot more than she had a second ago. Following her gaze, "You must be kidding! You really don't stand a chance." Chris's voice deepened as she said darkly, "I never kid about life, especially not about my own." She ran for the epee, but Alexander stepped into her path. All he got for his trouble was tackled. Two years of Powder Puff football and Chris's not inconsiderable weight knocked him on to his back. On impact his sword flew to the other side of the room. As he scrambled for his sword, Chris took the epee's Russian grip into her right hand and assumed en garde. * God, I hope this works, * went up her silent prayer. Robert reached his sword and got up. Judging from the look on his face, he was very angry and even more surprised. He had not expected her to be this formidable an opponent. He swung the sword at her. She managed to block the blade, but only barely. She took her left hand and covered her right hand with it. With the next blow, she was glad that she did, because it came with a real vengeance. For the next minute, he was mostly attacking and she parrying, no riposte. Chris realized that the only thing that was happening was that she was getting tired, and he was getting more angry. With the next blow, she used a move that she had learned while fencing foil. She parried with an Italian prime and then, while blocking the other blade, slid the her blade down, ramming it into his chest. His sword clattered to the ground and he looked at her with amazement. Chris took a few steps back, shocked that the move had worked and that she was capable of such violence. Robert sank to his knees, holding the blade, futilely trying to withdraw it. Chris realized that he wasn't just wounded, he was "dying". She saw his sword and wondered if she should finish it right then and there. She went over and picked up his sword, noticing that it was a Spanish rapier with the characteristic bowl shaped guard. He whispered, "Finish it already!" Chris recalled the words that MacLeod had told her earlier, that they killed each other by beheading, the only permanent way to kill an Immortal. * If I kill this guy now, I'll be done with him, forever. * Then something inside her reminded her of something that her anger had blinded her to. She decided that she was going to let the s.o.b. live, but she wasn't going to be there when he came to. By now, he had passed out. She felt for the carotid artery, his pulse was almost non-existent. Since she was new at this, she had no idea how much time she had before he was back in action. She went into her room and pulled on the jeans that she had worn that evening, making sure that her wallet and keys were in the pockets. She opened a drawer and pulled out a large lavender sweatshirt. She hurriedly put the clothes on. She stepped into a pair of Birkenstock style sandals and checked on Robert. He was dead now. She figured that she had a couple of minutes and then it was good-bye cruel world. She went over to the computer desk and took her book bag off of the chair. She took out her notebooks and laid them next to the monitor. She ran into her room and stuffed a few things into the bag. She grabbed her coat and got out of there. She carefully closed the door, * Maybe he'll take a hint, though I doubt it. * As she ran out of the building, she stopped off at the car she had used earlier. She halfway thought about using it to get away, but thought better of it. So she settled with just taking her CD's, and then ran off into the night. ______________________________________________________________________ Part 4 is coming soon. As always and forever, just send questions and comments to me. If you pick this up in the middle, I will be happy to send you past installments. Samantha Copeland copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu =========================================================================