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Reina stormed down the street in a blind rage not caring who or what she knocked over.
Fortunately there were few people out at that late hour. In her present mood she wouldn't have even known the car was approaching if she hadn't felt the immortal driving it.
"Need a lift?" MacLeod asked.
"I think I'll walk."
"It's a long way back to the motel."
"I don't care."
"Suit yourself."
Reina marched down several more blocks before she turned toward the car trailing her.
"You know, people have been known to get tickets for driving too slow," Reina told MacLeod.
"Do you have any idea where you're going?" MacLeod asked nonchalantly.
Reina stopped abruptly. In her rage she had paid no attention to which way she was going. She had no idea where she was going. However she wasn't about to admit that to MacLeod.
"I'm going back to the motel," she continued walking.
"Reina,"
"What?"
"The motel is that way," MacLeod pointed in the opposite direction.
"I know that," Reina said. She didn't change directions. After several more minutes and a few more blocks she heard the car horn.
"Are you calm now?"
Reina narrowed her eyes at MacLeod. "Don't patronize me Duncan."
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
Reina sighed. It was becoming painfully obvious that she wasn't going to be able to ditch MacLeod. "Thank you."
MacLeod said nothing as he drove back to the motel. Reina remained silent as well, her temper seething. When they arrived at the motel, Reina went straight to her car without bothering to check to see if MacLeod was following her. Even if he were she wasn't interested. Right now the only person she wanted to talk to was Mrs. Moore.
"Reina!"
"I don't want to talk to you right now, Duncan," Reina said. "I am so pissed at you, you wouldn't believe it. I can't believe you followed me after I specifically told you not to!"
"What did you expect Reina? Did you really think I'd sit back and let you kill Carrie? Someone had to stop you."
Is he trying to piss me off? Reina thought. "You've got a hell of a lot of nerve! I'm an adult, damn it! I don't need a goddamn baby-sitter! You wouldn't pull that crap on Richie and I'm two years older than he is! On top of that you ruined the only chance I'll ever get to kill her!"
"If you really wanted to kill her you would have done so before I got there," MacLeod said calmly. "You had plenty of time."
"Give me a break Duncan! That is such bull!"
"Maybe you didn't want to kill her."
"Of course I did. I had every reason to want her dead."
"That doesn't mean you have to kill her."
"Of course I do, otherwise how else would I assuage my guilt!" Reina snapped angrily without thinking.
"Say that again."
"Say what again?"
"You said that you have to kill Carrie otherwise you wouldn't be able to assuage your guilt."
"That's not what I meant."
"Isn't it?"
"No!" Reina turned away from MacLeod.
"Reina, you don't have to do penance for living. You died with them. The fact that you didn't stay dead isn't your fault."
"I know that."
"You may know it but you don't believe it. Until you do you'll never have any peace," MacLeod put his hand on the younger immortal's shoulder. "You can't change what you are."
Reina didn't answer him. MacLeod knew she was angry with him. In addition, he had just shown Reina that she was wrong abut something. And there was nothing Reina hated more than to be wrong. She opened the car door.
"Reina what are you doing?"
"I've got to talk to Mrs. Moore. Is that all right with you?"
"Reina...."
"Just because I can't shoot you doesn't mean I won't run you over."
"I don't think confronting Mrs. Moore right now is the best thing to do."
"Maybe not but I'm doing it anyway. Can I at least get your promise not to follow me this time? Or perhaps you'll want to stake out Carrie's place to make sure I don't go back there?"
"No. You've already had your chance. Besides, you aren't a murderer."
"You seem pretty sure of something that even I am not certain of."
"You have more respect for life than you pretend to have," MacLeod told her.
Reina shrugged indifferently. Duncan may be convinced of her basic decency but she still wasn't. "Perhaps," she said. "I've got to go." She started up the car and pulled away.
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