| It did not take Methos very long to find Helen, just as she knew it would not. She tried very hard to hide her fear from him when they first encountered each other. She did not want him to have the pleasure of knowing how absolutely terrified she was of facing him. Not only facing him however, but facing what she had done. It was not that she feared death as much as she feared the look in his eyes, the pain and betrayl and hurt that she had found there, all on account of her. She had almost wished someone else had found her first. Quickly, Helen drew her sword, and prepared to engage her teacher, lover and friend in combat to the death. He struck the first blow, sparing her nothing, going at it full force and speed, making it quite obvious that it was his intention that only one of them would walk away from this. Athens Greece, 4,300 years ago Methos and Helen were in the middle of one of their first lessons. Helen was standing their, sword in hand, after a little friendly sparring with the man she loved. When he had that weapon in his hands however, he was a different man, a lust for blood seemed to come over him. He was cold and unfeeling. Not at all the man she had fallen in love with. "You fight to courteously, My Lady. Obviously a result of your lineage." He said. "Be a little more ruthless." With that he slapped her across the face. She responded by hitting him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. After he had recovered, he smiled at her. Then he brought down his sword and shattered her elbow with the hilt of his sword, then sent the edge of the blade fying against her throat, stopping short of sending its sharp edge through her neck."Well done, love. But you forgot Lesson Number One. Expect the unexpected." Helen remebered what an older immortal had once told her when she asked him whether or not she would stand a chance of surviving if she was ever challenged by Methos. As his student, he would have divulged everything but his best tricks to you, in case he ever had to engage you in battle, but as his lover, he would have shown you more than enough to survive. For that is the way we are. Prev Next |