Pairing: Methos/Anya (you'll see why)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon blah blah blah BTVS. Panzer/Davis blah blah
blah Highlander. I lay no claim. I make no cash. Don't sue me.
Spoilers: None for BTVS. As for Highlander, that whole thing with
Methos's rebellious youth, I'm sorry I don't know the season
(Episode: Comes A Horseman?)
Death rode on horseback and knew no mercy. Truly it was a glorious
ride, he and his brothers laid waste to everything that crossed their
path. Want. Take. Have. That was the rule they lived by. The power of
life and death rested in their hands, they were gods. No one would
dare say different.
As the four horsemen approached their encampment Methos felt a knot
form in his stomach. "Brothers we have done well on this day. What
say we celebrate in my tent with mead?"
"Uh brother, a generous offer indeed, but it has been a long ride and
we wish to rest." Kronos said not quite looking at him. Methos
noticed that Silas and Caspian were doing the same.
"Ah it is of no consequence, another time then." Methos weakly
Slaves and servants appeared to relieve them of their many burdens.
Methos walked in the direction of his quarters but stopped short when
he saw her. Anya stood in front of the open flap of his tent waiting
for him. She did not look happy. He paled as he followed her inside.
Steeling himself, Death prepared to deal with one incredibly pissed