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Highlander: The Chronicles; Faith's Lament
HIGHLANDER
The
Chronicles
Faith's Lament
Out of the myths of history he walks. Born more than two thousand years before the birth of Christ he is still alive. He is Kyros; born in modern day Scotland he has wondered the world. He has advised world leaders, fought for causes, loved and lost.
I am a watcher part of an underground society that watches and records Immortals. Most don’t know about our lives, but there are some who do.
In the End there can be only one.
Rome, Italy
October 2007
The night was going well; she had taken care of a Vampire gang with little injury to herself, which was always a good thing. Now she was simply walking down the ancient streets keeping an eye out for any other creatures of the night. Her Boyfriend Robin Wood was somewhere down the street as back up, while not a slayer he was the son of one and knew how to kill Vampires and could handle himself. When she rounded the corner, she started to hear the sounds of a fight coming from the distance. Naturally carious she lightly walked toward the fight, her hand gripping the Bowie knife that she normally carried in her boot. Coming to the ally where she believed the fighting was coming from she saw only a bright flash of light followed by what appeared to be lightning. Picking up her pace she started to run down the ally way until she saw a single man on his knees over another man clearly missing his head. At the other end of the ally she could see her boyfriend walking toward the man clearly intent on checking to see if he was ok. Slowing down she started to feel more relaxed when suddenly the man on his knees reached up and stabbed Robin through the Chest with his sword.
“Robin” She screamed as she stopped dead in her tracks. The man turned to look at her with an evil grin, pulling a pistol out from under his coat; he simply pointed and fired hitting her in the chest.
Flashback
Boston, Massachusetts
December 1980
It was a normal winter day in Boston, at least it had started out that way, Jessica Lehane had gone out to pick up some of her basics at the store she had used up her paycheck to by booze and some food. Her Husband had recently been arrested leaving her alone with no other means of support which had cut into her booze money. Coming to her apartment she heard the faint sounds of crying, that grew louder as she came to her floor in the apartment complex. She stopped when she found a baby lying in front of her door. Setting her groceries down, she scooped the baby up and rocked her gently. Bringing her into the living room she looked the baby over finding nothing to explain why she had been left at her door step. As she laid the baby on the couch she debated on what to do about the child. She never really wanted a child not like this anyway. She always thought about kids as something to have later when things were better, but she couldn’t turn the baby over to child services to grow up in foster care. A former foster child herself she knew she couldn’t do that to the girl. But on the plus side, she could get some money from the state to raise the kid which would help her out.
“My, this is like an answer to my prayers,” Jessica smiled. “I’ll call you Faith.”
Rome
2007
James Ryder stood at the table that was laid out in the center of the room; he had been called in by the watcher who had been assigned to the now dead immortal Jacob O’Connor. On James’ orders all watchers in Rome had been given a photo of a pre immortal who had been discovered by the ancient Immortal known as Kyros, whom James had established a friendship, under the radar of the Watchers. While no longer punishable by death due to the whole Joe Dawson and Duncan MacLeod case back in mid 90’s the head watchers all but allowed watchers to interact with their immortals in favor of finding out more about them but only if they don’t interfere. Kyros had run across this pre immortal back in ’98 while looking for an Immortal named Polvinsky. Ever since James had the watchers keep an eye on the young girl. They had lost track of her when she escaped from Prison in 2002, but it wasn’t hard to find her in Rome. Now on the center of the table lay the body of that pre immortal, shot by Hans Owen. Not an old immortal my any stretch his first death was recorded in 1918 during World War I. The body was able to arrive here with no problems because it was a morgue, only it was run by the Watchers as a way to take care of all the bodies that popped up due to the Game. Next to the table another body was laid out, it was the same size and build as the pre immortal, with some work she could be an exact double which will help bring some closer to her friends and family. James never asked where the bodies came from and he felt he didn’t want to know. Once the double was ready it would be sent to a funeral home where it would rest until her friends arrived. Turning to the table behind him he filled in the info for her new file.
“What’s her name,” James asked as he pulled out a pen.
“Faith Lehane, her papers say she was born December 14th 1980 in Boston.” Marcus Baines read from the papers he found on her. “Seems she was able to get a full pardon in 2004.”
“Nice, shame she couldn’t get to use it fully,” James filled in the info he received. “What would you say the time of death was?”
“Well Jacob O’Connor was killed at 12:03 am according to Jameson’s final report.” Marcus picked up the freshly written report from the desk. “So I’d say 12:10am.”
“It’s 1:30 am now,” James looked at his watch. “Unless we want her waking up here we better move her and see if we can find an immortal to take her in.”
“Well we have a few right here in Rome,” Marcus pulled out the list of known immortals in Rome. “We have Carmane, she is over on holy ground.”
“She hasn’t fought in nearly 200 years and hasn’t had a student in longer,” James replied “Not sure she would be the best teacher.”
“Marcus Agrippa, he’s been more active,” Marcus pulled another name out of the list.
“He also tends to stick out, how else do you get a name like the Immortal,” James had an image of Marcus flash in his mind. He liked his parties hanging out at a club down town where he surrounded himself with what people called demons.
“That leaves Kyros,” Marcus tossed the list on the table. “The rest are more likely to just take her head first.”
“Yeah he’ll just love the idea of taking on a new immortal,” James sighed. “Ok, I’ll call him then.”
*****
The faint smell of Brandy and Rum filled the air has its single occupant slept in the large king-sized bed. A large sliding window that led out onto a balcony remained closed to shut out the sounds of Rome’s night life. In the corner the TV remained on but muted playing a late night adults only movie. The sound of a cell phone shattered the quiet atmosphere and was quickly followed by the occupant’s groaning at being woken up.
“Yeah,” he spoke his voice barely containing the annoyance.
“I woke you up?” a man’s voice said from the other end.
“It’s two in the bloody morning. Of course you woke me up,” He glanced at the clock to see that it was really 1:35 am.
“Oh I thought you might still be up,” the man sounded surprised.
“No James, I’m not, Adam found some artifacts; well a girl named Angel found them.” He stated the sleep quickly fading. “We’re leaving to check them out at 8 am.”
“You certainly have a knack of getting in with people named Angel,” Marcus laughed.
“Yeah, what’s the reason for the call anyway,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I doubt it was just to talk.”
“Yeah Its Marcus Baines, he has someone you might want to come and see.” James sounded tired. “I’ve already told him to keep her hidden.
“The Watcher’s Coroner?” he stood up and started pulling clothes out of his dresser. “What is it?”
“Someone you had us keep an eye on,” Marcus replied.
“Ok I’ll be down there soon,” he sighed.
“And Jake,” James added. “One more thing, sorry about waking you I thought you would want to know.”
“No sweat, I had to be up in three hours anyway.” Jake hung up and proceeded to get dressed.
After tossing some clothes into the hamper he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door of the villa he owned and jumped into his car. After a quick stop to get some coffee he made his way to the Morgue. The trip only took fifteen minutes due to the lack of traffic at the time of night. Once he entered the building and made his way to the back room he found James writing in a folder as Marcus walked in with a bag of clothes.
“Glad you could make it,” James looked up and set the pen down.
“So that’s her,” Kyros looked over at the woman that was covered up to her shoulders with a sheet.
“Yeah,” Marcus placed the bag at the foot of the table. “I’ve gotten some new clothes to replace the ones we had to remove.”
“The wound is healing well, she’ll be up soon I think,” James closed the file he had been working on.
“So why did you call me,” Kyros asked.
“Well we were down to three choices, Carmane, Marcus and you.” James filled in.
“And Carmane hasn’t had a student in some 400 years,” Kyros nodded. “While Marcus is way to public for his own good.”
“Yeah,” Marcus replied.
“You know how I feel about students,” Kyros looked over at the body.
“You give her the best chance to survive,” James pressed.
“Ok,” Kyros rolled his eyes. “I’ll take her on but only until we find someone better suited. Either that or she loses her head like so many of these kids today.”
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Re: Highlander: The Chronicles; Faith's Lament
Flashback
Boston, Massachusetts
March 1990
Jessica Lehane watched as a social worker packed up Faith’s stuff as the 10 year old Faith watched. The city of Boston was taking Faith away from Jessica after the city found her not fit to be the mother to the girl. They had there high points but truthfully Jessica was happy to be getting rid of Faith she was taking money way from her booze and she was growing tired of the girls wining. Taking a drink from the glass of whiskey she recalled the hearing where she revealed that Faith wasn’t even hers in the first place. She had found her on the door step and took her in, a fact she had chosen to remind Faith of every chance she was in a mood. What she didn’t know was that Faith was glad to finally get out of the home she had always known and get a chance at a new life. She had accused the deadbeat her mother had been seeing of abusing her and while it was true he had touched her once she had blown it out of proportion in a shot of getting out of the house. Taking the social worker’s hand she was led away from the apartment towards a van where she would go to a foster home.
Rome
2007
The darkness was the first thing she remembered, that was followed by living through what had happened again; the gun shot, the sharp pain in her chest, the sight of Robin stabbed through the chest with a sword. Then the realization that she should be dead entered her mind as her eyes shot open to find herself looking up at some kind of painted ceiling not the kind one finds in a hospital but something she had seen in home and garden magazines that she had seen in prison. Slowly sitting up she discovered she was no longer wearing the clothes she had been wearing when she had gone out on patrol; instead she had on a pair of jeans and a black t shirt. It didn’t take long to realize she had nothing on under neither. Not something out of the norm for her but she had clearly recalled having underwear on when she left the hotel. Swinging her feet off the bed she was resting on she found that she was barefoot as well. Standing up she took a look around the room to find that it was most definitely not a hospital room. The bed was covered in an almost blood red bed spread but it didn’t hide the fact it was a queen sized bed. A Night table rested on the right side of the bed at the wall. The clock on it read 8:00 am, which along with the light coming in threw the curtains at the windows told her that she had been out for a while. Walking towards the windows and opened the shades to find her self looking out at the court yard. From her view she could tell that where ever she was, it was at least three stories tall, maybe four with a basement and shaped like a U with a courtyard and garden in the center of the U. Turning back to the room she slowly walked towards the door, as she reached for the handle a sudden almost painful buzzing erupted from the back of her skull almost driving her to her knees.
“Oh look, you’re up,” the voice came through the buzzing as it seemed to fade. “Don’t worry you get used to that after a while.”
“Who are you, where am I?” Faith opened her eyes as the buzzing subsided somewhat. “What happened?”
“I my dear child am James, but my friends call me Kyros,” The man set a tray of food on the bed. “And you are in my home and as for what happened. Well you died.”
“Say what,” Faith couldn’t quite understand what he was talking about.
“This is why I hate newbie’s,” Kyros muttered running his fingers through his hair. “Listen you were shot and killed, remember.”
“I remember being shot,” Faith picked up a jar of jelly from the tray discovering her slayer strength was gone. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You died, and when you did you lost all your abilities as a Slayer,” Kyros had learned about Faith’s calling while she was out, reading everything he could find on Faith and then Slayers and soon found himself reentering a world he had long ago left behind. “And at the same time you got new ones. You can’t die.”
“I can’t die, ever and I’m not a Vampire,” Faith started to smile a little at the idea of living forever.
“Well as long as you keep your head,” Kyros took a bite out of the toast.
“What?” Faith almost choked on a piece if an apple.
“You are Immortal as long as you keep your head,” Kyros answered. “Finish your breakfast; I have a lot to tell you.”
Faith looked down at the try trying to wrap her head around what she had just learned. She was no longer a Slayer, her powers gone. The Strength, speed, reflexes, everything she had known since that fateful day in May of 1998.
Flashback
Boston
May 1998
Diana Dormer had just spent a long day teaching folklore to a bunch of 20 year old kids who didn’t really see the course as a future. She was used to it though it was hard not to be she had done the job for over 10 years and taught the same a course at a smaller college for 10 years before that, that job fresh off her PhD. A 25 year old kid teaching people just seven years younger had been an experience but as she got older the difference was noticeable. Coming to her home she saw that Faith was setting on the front steps. Diana had taken her in because of the potential she saw in her, she knew deep in her gut that Faith could be another Slayer when one of the slayers died. She knew Faith had a big day she had a meeting with Vanity Collins her old social worker, it would be her last one with her Birthday coming up at the end of the year. She would be 18 years old and would no longer be under the watch of the city of Boston. After that she had a training session with Sensei Kanno, a local Martial Artist who trained other potential slayers in the region. His family had been killed by a group of Vampires some 15 years before so this was his way of getting even.
“How was your meeting,” Diana asked as she stepped up to the house.
“It was five by five.” Faith smiled.
“So good, then,” Diana walked up to the front door barely noticing Faith following her in. “And how was Kanno?”
“Good as ever,” Faith flopped into one of the chairs. As she reached for the remote for the TV Faith took a sharp breath as she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline.
“What?” Diana walked in to the room.
“I don’t know I suddenly felt something like a power rush through me,” Faith stood up feeling the power flow through her.
“You’ve been called,” Diana gasped reaching for cell phone she always had on her for Watcher Business.
Rome
2007
Faith sat across the table from Kyros as he filled her in on just what she was. No longer a Slayer she was now immortal, one of an unknown amount who wonder the Earth. All with the same goal, to be the last which would mean they would claim the prize. He couldn’t tell her about the prize, no one knew just what it would be only that in a sense who ever was the last one would have all the knowledge that every immortal who ever lived. This was called the game, immortals fighting each other trying to take the others head and with it their quickening. Which Faith pictured as kind of the Immortals life force, everything he or she had ever learned and felt, something like a soul. Kyros also pressed rules; no fighting on Holy ground, telling a story of two immortals that had fought in a temple in Pompeii in 79 AD. Before the Quickening was even over Vesuvius blew, he stressed that it was only a myth but the point was clear. The other big rule was once a battle was joined no one could step in, which meant if she were battling another immortal he couldn’t step in.
“So I’m immortal,” Faith leaned back in the chair. “But I’m not a Vampire or a demon.”
“Yeah,” Kyros was finished with his lesions and was just answering questions now.
“So are we good or evil?” Faith was finding the idea of killing someone disheartening. She had tried hard to redeem herself after the crimes she had committed in Sunnydale.
“Well kido,” Kyros sighed she could tell he had gotten questions like that before. “I believe you’ll find it’s not so simple as good and evil. You’ll find lots of grays in this world. That doesn’t mean we’re all good or all evil or hanging out in the middle. Take for example an immortal called Duncan Macleod; he’s a boy scout in a lot of ways. He’s done some bad things in his life but he’s what some would call a good guy. Then we have the other end, Hans Owen the man who killed you last night. He is an evil bastard killed his whole family and 25 others and that was before he became an immortal. If you live long enough you’ll find it doesn’t really mater, you’ll find people who were the most evil sons of *****es in the past but are the first people to call for peace in the future.”
“Its going to take some getting used to, I was trained that there was good and evil mostly dealing with Demons and Vampires,” Faith ran her hand through her Hair. “I’m also not to up on the idea of killing another human. I worked long and hard to atone for the last person I killed.”
“Well you better be up or else,” Kyros flipped the table over on its top and was nearly on top of Faith his sword mere inches from her neck. “You lose your pretty head.”
“I get the idea,” Faith brought her hand up to her neck where the blade had been only moments before as Kyros turned and returned to his seat.
“You’re lucky,” Kyros turned the table up right before sitting down. “Due to your training you have a leg up on any other new immortal, I won’t have to teach you how to use a sword. Hell maybe you’ll last longer then some of the other new immortals.”
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Re: Highlander: The Chronicles; Faith's Lament
Later that day Faith found herself alone in the room that had been given to her, it had only been a couple hours since she was told about her new life. Ever since she had woken up she hadn’t had time to think about Robin, but now that she was alone with only an English newspaper opened to the article about a triple murder that had taken in a back ally. Only two photos were with the article, hers and Robin’s, the third man wasn’t identified. She was never one to sit and cry but she was unable to help herself, suddenly the emotions she had bottled up for so long broke free. She barely noticed the buzz telling her Kyros was approaching her room nor did she even hear the door open as he came in.
“Need a Kleenex,” Kyros held a box of tissues towards Faith who looked up and suddenly remembered something from the past.
“What?” Faith looked back towards Kyros.
Flashback
St. Louis
July 1998
“What?” Faith had been sitting alone at the bus stop since morning. She had been running for 2 days, ever since a Vampire called Kakistos killed her watcher and captured her. Once she escaped his lair she hopped on a bus getting off in St. Louis where for the first time she let herself go.
“I asked if you needed a Kleenex,” a tall man stood in front of her holding a tissue, reaching out she took the tissue and wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
“Thanks,” Faith looked up to take a better look at the man; he had short black hair and a goatee. His eyes were a dark brown but looked hallow and far older then the man before her.
“You want to talk about it,” the stranger sat next to her on the bench.
“Its nothing, a friend died,” Faith bowed her head as she fought back the memories of watching the woman who had practically raised her after she had been taken from her mother’s being ripped in half as she could do nothing. “Nothing to big.”
“Sorry to hear about your friend,” The stranger stood up after placing a hand on her shoulder. “Life is short, I doubt your friend would want you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.”
“You’re right,” Faith watched as the stranger walked towards the parking lot. “You’re not waiting for a bus?”
“Nope can’t stand the things,” The man smiled. “Not a fan of being stuffed in a tight space, a little run in with a ship a while back. You take care of yourself, Miss.”
“Faith,” She stood up to watch him as he turned back to her.
“Jack,” The man paused and looked back towards the parking lot. “Dawson, Jack Dawson.”
Rome
2007
“I asked if you wanted a Kleenex,” Kyros put the box on the bed next to her.
“You’re Jack Dawson,” Faith stood up to face him. “I had forgotten about that day.”
“You have a good memory,” Kyros sighed as he lowered himself into a chair in the corner of the room.
“What were you doing there,” Faith’s mind raced as she thought of the possibilities.
“I was just passing through, I had been living in Chicago at the time,” Kyros replied. “I was on my way west to deal with an evil Immortal and had stopped to get some food when I saw you.”
“So you didn’t know that I would be an Immortal, you weren’t following me,” Faith started to calm down a little.
“I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be Immortal,” Kyros revealed. “Pre Immortals give off this faint buzz. Most new Immortals don’t sense it, but as you grow older you will grow to sense pre immortals.”
“I see,” Faith was finding it hard to deal with all of this change in her life.
“Enough talk,” Kyros stands up from the chair. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
*****
A couple days had passed since Faith first became an Immortal but she had already proven her worth. Kyros had no worries about this one losing their head their first time out, now he had new worries. The Immortal that killed her and her friend Robin was still out there and he knew Faith would be after him soon. Seated alone in his study Kyros stared at a katana that hung on the wall, one of many swords that lined the wall. He never used the swords on the wall; instead they belonged to friends who no longer needed them. The study was full of objects he had collected over the years. Some were well known, like Jim Bowie’s knife which he had taken from the body of a Mexican soldier after the fall of the Alamo. Other’s weren’t such as the Katana he now stared at, it had belonged to a woman never an Immortal she instead was a warrior who along with her mentor roamed Greece and most of the Eastern Roman Empire in the years before Christ. The Sword was one of the first Katana’s ever made, a genius sword smith had made but a handful before he died taking his secret to the grave.
Faith’s arrival broke his journey down memory lane, turning the chair towards the door he watched as Faith entered the room. She no longer looked in awe over the treasures that could be found in the room. She looked stern, her dark hair pulled back in a pony tail she was wearing the sweat pants and black tank top he had supplied her with for training. Her hand held the cell phone he had left in the kitchen, it was still closed but Kyros had lived long enough to know she had discovered something and she wasn’t happy.
“You ever going to tell me you were looking for the son of a ***** who did this to me,” Faith tossed the phone on to the open book allowing him to see that he had received a text message telling him to location of Hans Owen.
“I would have told you once I had any leads,” Kyros shrugged his shoulders. It was the truth, in a way; he would have told her after he took care of the man himself then would have told her Hans had lost his head going after Giovanni. The Cardinal would back him up he owned him a favor anyway.
“I’m going after him,” Faith looked determined.
“I’m not going to stop you,” Kyros sighed. Catching a brief look of shock on her face, he knew she was expecting a different reaction on his part. “Did you expect me to say no, revenge won’t bring him back, Killing is wrong. No Faith I won’t, this is what we do. If you were anyone else I’d say you aren’t ready, but you were a slayer, you are more then able to win.”
“I’m just new to this whole thing,” Faith stood straight again an uncertain look crossed her face.
“Yeah you are, but it’s who you are,” Kyros pushed the chair back and pulled a package from the top of the Mantel behind him down, laying it across the desk. “If you are going to face this man you will need a weapon.”
Faith opened the box and found herself looking at a saber, much like the ones she had seen in pictures of Calvary officers during the 1800’s. The hilt was black in color with the cross guard more of gold like the end of the sword which Kyros called the Pommel of the sword. The Blade had a slight curve but was double edged, which would be handy in combat with another Immortal. “It’s perfect.”
“Yes it is,” Kyros had stepped to her side and was now looking down at it. “It was mine during the Civil War, I had it costumed made. Most sabers at the time were single edged, nice for that kind of combat but I felt something better was needed. I’m not using it anymore so I want you to have it.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Faith pulled the sword out of the box lightly gripping the hilt to test the sword’s weight. “It barely has any weight.”
“The Best swords rarely do,” Kyros smiled lightly remembering what an old swordsmith had told him long ago. “Go get dressed; I’ll take you to where Hans is staying. If you still want to take him on you can, if not I’ll do it for you.”
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The building was a far cry from Kyros’ villa, it appeared old and run down several windows were boarded over. The front door looked as if it had been locked but someone had come along and broken in. The place looked empty but the presence of another Immortal could be felt telling both of them that the info they had received was good. Leading Faith into the building Kyros stayed in front of the girl as she kept a hand on the hilt of her sword hidden under her long coat. Stepping out onto the landing she saw the man standing at the end of the hallway. He wore the same coat he had the night he killed Robin. The sword that killed him was in Hans hand draped over his shoulder. He wore a half smirk on his face as he watched the two of them enter the hallway.
“Hans Owen,” Faith called out pulling out her sword.
“Didn’t I kill you,” Hans grinned as he walked closer. “You loved that black man didn’t you?”
“His name was Robin,” Faith struck with little warning driving Hans back down the hallway. Kyros stayed back to avoid the battle but ready to follow if it led anywhere. Hans was good better then Faith was, but she was running on rage he could barely keep his blade in front of her strikes. The hallway wasn’t his first choice for a battle but he was stuck with it, watching for a way out he kept retreating until he backed into the end of the hallway ducking aside Faith’s blade shattered the window. Using the moment to his advantage he struck back driving a fist into her ribs causing her to gasp and recoil allowing Hans to take a swing at Faith’s exposed neck. His focus on what he believed was a win he missed Faith kicking out her foot striking him in the knee sending him to the ground in a heap. Looking up at her he knew he was beat, but the killing blow never came he watched as Faith stood over him her sword ready to strike down.
“Take his head Faith,” Kyros started walking towards the two of them.
“I can’t,” Faith closed her eyes the voices of her friends and allies ringing through her mind telling her not to kill a human. “I’ve worked so hard not to be that person.”
“It’s the way we survive Faith its you or its him,” Kyros watched as Hans slowly crawled away his left leg dragging behind him trying to escape.
“I’m not ready Kyros,” Faith lowered her sword and looked at him with blood red eyes.
“Very well,” Kyros pulled out his sword and started to walk towards Hans who was now standing on his good leg.
“Wait a moment,” Hans pleaded. “This isn’t fair.”
“Is that what your family cried out as you murdered them,” Kyros stopped in front of Hans. “Is that what the 30 people you murdered in cold blood cried as you tortured them?”
Faith almost missed Kyros run his sword through Han’s chest, causing Hans to tall back to his knees, blood dripping from his mouth as he tried to gasp for breath. She knew enough about the human body to know that Kyros put his sword through the diaphragm. Stepping to the side Kyros raised the sword and with ease sliced through Hans’ neck severing his head from the rest of his body in one blow. She could feel the tension in the air as Kyros stepped back from the body taking one last look before turning back to Faith. Before Faith could reply lightning raced out from Hans’ body causing a small explosion in the hallway blowing out the remaining windows and throwing open doors before entering Kyros. It was the Quickening, the power all Immortals carry with in them, the reason Immortals battle each other. As suddenly as it began it was over Kyros was on his hands and knees taking deep breaths. Returning to his feet he gathered his sword as well as Hans’ sword and walked towards Faith.
“When the time comes,” Kyros’ voice was horse and kind of gravelly. “You will do what is needed. You weren’t ready today but in time you will be.”
*****
It was almost surreal, Faith had often dreamed of what it would be like to watch her funeral. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she died, as a slayer she put her life on the line every night knowing that one night the Vampire might be better then her. Never did she think it would really happen though, all her friends had gathered to say good bye. Even Buffy Summers had come, she never would have bet on that happening. Standing at her side Kyros watched as the casket was lowered into the ground, he had expressed some surprise that her friends would have her buried here in Rome and not closer to the other slayers or even back where she grew up.
Watching as the last of Faith’s friends left Kyros slowly led Faith down to the still open graves where the world believed Faith was buried next to Robin. Stopping a couple yards away he allowed Faith to walk towards Robin’s grave to say goodbye. Keeping his distance he half watched the small man who was dumping dirt on the casket that was Faith’s. Looking back towards Faith one last time he turned and started walking towards the street.
“Hey where are you going,” Faith asked her voice horse from the tears she had been crying.
“You don’t need me here,” Kyros looked up at the sky as he shrugged. “Its Holy ground and your good enough to make it home with out a bodyguard.”
“Your right,” Faith looked back towards Robin’s grave. “Kyros, thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. How can I ever repay you.”
“Live, grow stronger,” Kyros smiled as he turned to leave again. “Oh and Faith, watch your Head.”
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