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Carrie sat in a chair with her back to Reina. She was laughing hysterically. Reina's presence was obviously having no effect on her merriment. Reina stepped up to the mortal woman.
"What's so damn funny?" Reina demanded.
Carrie turned around, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You are. Reina Molestador, avenger. You're ridiculous. You just can't face the fact that I did something and got away with it."
"What you did was kill three people."
"You're still alive."
"You didn't know I'd come back."
"Yeah, well," Carrie shrugged. "No one's perfect."
"You're dead meat."
"Whatever," Carrie said dismissively. "I got away with it. What can you do about it?"
Scott came in out of nowhere. "You can kill her."
Ben joined the fray. "You can kill her."
Mr. Moore piped in. "She deserves to die."
"I got away with murder," Carrie grinned.
"Kill her!" Scott said.
"You can't touch me," Carrie bragged.
"Kill her," Ben said
"You can't do a damn thing."
"Do something," Mr. Moore said.
"Do something," Scott said.
Reina was slammed into consciousness by the presence of another immortal. She quickly grabbed her sword and sat on the edge of the bed waiting to see what would happen. A knock on the door was the last thing she expected.
"Reina?"
Reina gasped in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing here Duncan?" She demanded as she opened the door.
"Ouch!" MacLeod said, chuckling. "That was harsh."
"You haven't answered my question."
"I don't think you want our conversation overhead."
Reina rolled her eyes. "Come in." As soon as MacLeod was in the room and the door was closed she turned to him again. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"The past few hours have been rough," MacLeod said. "I think I'll have a seat. It wasn't a very good flight and the traffic here is awful."
"Awww pobrecito," Reina drawled. "And to think you could have stayed in Seacouver. Nobody asked you to come here."
"Actually Mrs. Moore asked me to come here."
"Mrs. Moore asked you to come to my hotel room and interrupt my nap?" Reina asked. "I don't think so."
"Actually," MacLeod told her. "Mrs. Moore asked me to stop you from making a terrible mistake. She was under the impression that you were going to do something self-destructive and stupid."
"What mistake?" Reina asked, her voice oozing innocence. "I'm not planning on making any mistakes."
"Oh? So you weren't planning on killing Carrie?"
"Where would you get that idea?"
"I wasn't fooled by your performance at the dojo. I know you took the gun with you."
If Reina was surprised she didn't show it.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't own a gun."
"Your brother's gun then."
"Your information is erroneous," Reina said. "I don't have any guns."
"You're not a very good liar Reina," MacLeod told the younger immortal.
"Whatever."
"Killing Carrie isn't going to make you feel better."
"The hell it won't! I kill her and she's exorcised from my life! I won't have to see her smug face in my…" Reina stopped herself. "I will know that Carrie paid for what she did. That is all I care about."
"What you mean is you won't see her smug face in your nightmares. Reina it's been over a year and a half since you became immortal. Reynaldo didn't tell me you were still having nightmares about your death."
"What? Was my progress the hot topic when you talked to Reynaldo or something?"
"Not exactly."
Reina sighed in relief. "Well that's a relief."
"Killing Carrie won't stop the nightmares."
"I am not having nightmares and I don't want to talk about it." Reina said as she opened the door to the room. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish my nap."
Reina didn't sleep well. She was plagued by a monstrous compilation of her usual recurring nightmares with both Mark Tuttle and Carrie laughing at her. She awoke abruptly again bolting upright, her breathing heavy, sweat dampening her face. Damn. A knock at the connecting door caught her attention. Reina moved to the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. Duncan."
Reina unlocked the connecting door. "Are you spying on me?"
"I was trying to get some sleep. I heard you yelling. You know from a nightmare. One of the one's you aren't having?"
"I thought that when I ended the conversation, you were supposed to leave."
"I did."
"You know what I mean," Reina said irritably, as she quickly combed and braided her hair.
"Killing Carrie won't erase the memories. Only living will."
"This is not about erasing memories, Duncan. This is about justice. Surely you know the difference."
"Sometimes there is no justice. Only mercy."
"Why should I show Carrie any mercy? She didn't show us any," Reina snapped while shrugging into her trench coat.
MacLeod didn't know what to tell her.
"My mind's made up. This is not up for discussion," Reina turned to take a final look at MacLeod. "Don't follow me."
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