Date: Sat, 9 Apr 1994 18:34:58 CDT Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Heather Hirshorn Subject: For the Love of Devon (Pt.4) ******************* For the Love of Devon Part 4 **************** > Connor reached into his boot and pulled out the dagger. He had begun > carrying the additional weapon long ago for other reasons, but it > would do for this purpose. He gritted his teeth against the pain he > knew was coming and thrust the knife into his chest. Devon screamed > and lept off the bench. "Oh no, no! Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" > She crouched beside Connor and tried frantically to remove the knife. > He pushed her hands aside and removed the blade himself. She tore open > his shirt to stop the bleeding and fell back in awe. The wound was > healing as she watched, closing until the only evidence that remained > of the wound was a pink splotch and the blood all over the place. > Devon then did something she had never done in her entire life- she fainted. > > When Devon came to a few moments later, she was prone on the ground with > her head in Eileen's lap. Connor stood a few feet away, his eyes unseeing, > focused on the past. > > > He found her in a ditch. Her temple was covered with blood and the same > sticky fluid ran from her ears and nose. He had seen the horse throw her, > seen the sharp hoof strike her forehead when it wheeled and ran. He lifted > her lifeless body and carried her to the hidden spot from where he had been > watching her. He waited until she began to stir and the purplish bruise on > her head began to fade. "Wha. . .where am I?" Her eyes opened and she began > to struggle violently. Pain shout through her skull and she cried out. > > "Shhhh. Hush. Calm down, lassie. Ye'll be fine. Just relax." > > Keeping her eyes tighly closed, Devon spoke again. "Who are ye? > What happened?" > > Connor brushed a red curl from her forehead. "Ye had an accident. Yer > horse tripped and threw you in that ditch. I'm not gonna hurt ye, and I > dinna mean to frighten ye. My name is Connor MacLeod. We are kinsmen ye > and I." > > Devon gasped and began to struggle again. "Please let me go. Aye, I've > heard of ye, ye are posessed by Satan. My ma told me all about ye. > We're not e'en allowed to speak yer name. Oh by all that's holy, get > ye from me Satan!" > > Connor's grip became bruising. He tried to subdue the hysterical girl > with soothing words, then finally gave up and slapped her cheek. This > brought Devon up sharply and she stopped her movements, but remained rigid. > > "I am not in league wi' the devil and I am not going to hurt ye. But > ye must cease fighting me and listen to what I ha' to say. Ye must go > back to Ka. . .yer ma and not mention that you saw me. But tomorrow, > I want ye to meet me here at this spot when the sun is highest in the sky. > Do ye ken?" When she remained silent, Connor shook her once. "I said, do > ye ken?" > > "Aye, I ken." > > "Dinna fail to show up, my girl, or I will come find ye. It is verra > important that ye come." > > Devon's eyes fixed on his face, feeling dizzy and hearing an irritating > buzz in her head. "I willna forget." > > > Connor shook himself when he heard Devon come to. He knelt at her side > and brushed an errant lock from her forehead as he had done so many years > before. "Do you believe now?" he asked softly. > > "Aye, I do." she murmurred, surprising herself. "I mean, yes, I do." > > "Good. Now you must say goodbye to your mother for we have a 7:30 flight." > > "Where are we going?" Devon was scared again, but not quite as much > as before. > > "To the Highlands. Where else?" > > > End of Part 4 > =========================================================================