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An Immortal Encounter

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This story is No. 5 in the series "Red Raider". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith, Salem, an Immortal (Revised/Expanded from original challenge response)

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Highlander > Faith-Centered(Moderator)acsFR1523,087065,3005 May 0423 Jun 04Yes

Original Version

Disclaimer: Faith belongs to Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, Fox Television and others. The other character and concepts belongs to Panzer/Davis
Spoilers: For Highlander/Raven - none. For BtVS - it's post Season 7.
Summary: Response to the 20 minutes w/Faith challenged
Distribution: The usual - TtH, my blog, etc.
AN: See end.


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She wasn't much for history. Too busy trying to forget her own past, Faith didn't have much patience for the past of others. When she'd been asked to take part in the reformed Council of Watchers by the surviving members of the Scooby Gang, she'd made a conscious decision to put her past behind her and focus on the future.

The broodiness of Angel wasn't really for her. With her short Slayer lifespan, she didn't have time to sit around and contemplate all of the things she'd done wrong. It was better to move forward, participating in the Scooby quest to help the world survive evil, one day at a time.

Salem was not a place she relished being. Humans had perpetrated the evil that had taken place there, giving it a resonance that reminded her too much of the parts of her past that never quite went away, no matter how much she tried to ignore them. On her way south, to a meeting in New York with the young slayers stationed there, for some reason she'd found herself drawn to the center of old Salem Village as the moonlight glinted off of the tourist oriented Witchcraft trial artifacts scattered about.

Just as she was about to head back to her car, the sounds of metal hitting metal rang out near one of the museums. Stealthily approaching what her battle trained ears told her was a sword fight, Faith came upon a surrealistic scene straight out of one of the Gothic comic books she'd devoured before becoming a slayer.

A tall woman, her silvery-white hair almost glowing in the moonlight, was engaged in a vicious battle with a taller and heavier man. Sensing that neither combatant would take kindly to her interference, she stood back and watched in fascination. They seemed to be evenly matched and their skill with the sword went beyond anything she'd ever seen before. Even with her slayer enhanced senses she could barely follow their movements.

In a move she could only just follow, it was suddenly over. With a shouted 'There can be only one!" the head of the man landed at Faith's feet as his body slumped to the ground. Faith found herself briefly staring into the hypnotic gaze of the woman as an electrical storm that set off all of her slayer senses erupted around the woman, knocking both of them off of their feet and knocking Faith out in the process.

When Faith came to, she found herself sitting on a park bench far from where she'd fallen. Staring down at her with a curious expression was the woman.

"Doesn't the Watcher's Council still teach slayers to stay away from Immortal battles?" she asked.

"Immortals?" asked Faith in confusion. "What are they, and who are you?"

"It's not my place to tell you." She answered. "But I would like to have a chat with your watcher."

Not quite sure how to answer her, Faith feigned ignorance. "Watcher? What's a watcher?"

"You know... those obnoxious and conceited men who train vampire slayers?"

"They're all dead. I don't know who you are but..." Faith was interrupted.

"My name's Amanda. And what do you mean 'all dead'" the surprised woman asked her.

"Dead as in dead! They ran into something bigger and meaner than them a couple years ago. Hence, no more tweedy watchers."

"Then who helps the slayer?"

"We do!" she said loudly.

"And we is?"

"If you want to know that..." Faith looked at her and, sensing no evil, grinned seductively at her before continuing, "You'll have to buy me a drink and we can trade information. You tell me about immortals, and I'll tell you about dead watchers."

"Okay..." she answered, obviously intrigued with the woman in front of her.

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Author's notes:
AN[1]: This is the original response I posted to a "20 Minutes with Faith" challenge. I've kept it because it is different enough that some people might find the contrast interesting. (If the management objects I'll remove it.)

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