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Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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                       The Chosen of Destiny
                            By Michael Everlast



                           Chapter Two



Michael had a plethora of emotion as he stood beside the two
women that just seemed to appear out of nowhere and drop into his
life. They were standing at the nurse's desk and Lace was filling
out his release papers. I'm surprised the police haven't been by
to ask questions. He thought.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. A brand-new pair of
jeans and a t-shirt. A new pair of sneakers also. Apparently Lace
went shopping for him. He liked what he was wearing . . . He just
missed his shades. He thought it would sound silly to anyone
else, but he felt naked without them.

"And that's about it Ms. Carson. I hope Taylar County hospital
treated your son with the care he deserved." The nurse said
politely.

"Oh, they treated him just fine." She said turning to Michael and
waving him to follow her out of the hospital. She noted the
confused look on Michael's face and also noted the fact that
Renae stuck close to his side. I guess she takes her job
seriously, that's a good thing.

When they made it to the door, Michael couldn't take it any
longer. "I didn't know California had a `Taylar County.'" He said
to Renae.

"I don't know if they do either . . . But I KNOW Michigan does."
She replied as they walked out the door.

"Huh?" Then he looked at the scenery . . . And the half foot of
snow. Then he put two and two together. "What?!?!?" He screamed.

Lace about jumped out of her skin. She made a show of putting a
hand over her heart. "By the Gods, what's wrong Michael?"

Michael shot questions at her like bullets. "What city am I in?
What state am I in? And what the fuck day is it?!" He screamed.
He was REAL close to panic.

And Lace and Renae could see that. "You should really work on
your language, Michael." Renae joked, trying to lighten themood.

Michael just gave her a direct look.

"I'll answer what questions I can when we get in the car, Michael
. . . Just try to calm down. Please?" She asked sincerely.

I hate it when they say `Please?'. He thought. I'm like putty in
a girl's hand when they do that. "Yeah, whatever." He grumbled
and started to follow Lace to her car.

The car. The car was what looked to be a brand-new Dodge Durango.
Michael was impressed but he didn't let on. He climbed into the
back seat, expecting Renae to climb in the front with Lace. But,
to his surprise, she crawled right into the back seat with him,
close enough for him to smell her natural fragrance.

And with that thought, Lace pulled out of the parking lot of the
hospital. Michael waited patiently as they drove through the
small town of Taylor. Then he couldn't take it anymore. "Well?"

Lace gave a sigh. "You are in Taylar, Michigan and its Friday
morning." She said simply, looking in the rear-view mirror.
Michael looked pale. "Why don't you know where you are? The
doctor said there was nothing wrong with you. What's the last
thing you remember?"

"You're the one's with all the fuckin' answers . . . You tell me.
How did I get in the hospital?" He snapped at both of them. He
saw the hurt look on Lace's face and immediately felt bad. "I'm
sorry, I'm just a bit edgy."

"It's all right, Michael and as for how you got to the hospital .
. . A cop found you in the alley and you feinted on him." That's
an understatement, but I don't want him to freak.

Michael sat back in silence for a moment. Why can't I remember. I
wish I could remember something. Anything. He thought,
frustrated. "Why?"

"Why did you feint? I don't know." Lace said as she made a
corner.

"No," Michael started, he was feeling tired. "Why did you adopt
me?"

Hmmm. Now is NOT the time to go into that. Lace thought wryly.
"Let's just say that you are what I've been looking for and leave
it at that. For now?" She asked, turning on a dirt road.

Michael went very still and quiet, as he just looked out the
window. It was not unusual for him to go quiet when he was angry.
It wasn't that he wanted to give them the quiet treatment, it was
just that he was afraid that he would lose his cool if he talked
or listened much more. And if he was certain of one thing, it
was: Bad things happened when he lost his temper.

With a talent that he learned long ago, he blocked all of the
problems and questions out of his mind and just tried to enjoy
the scenery. It was quiet nice really. Much greener than L.A.
They drove for miles with no one saying anything, but that was
ok.

It was close to fifteen minutes before Michael let out an audible
sigh. "How did you know that I was at the hospital?" He asked,
still looking out the window. He didn't bother to ask how she
knew that he was the one that she was looking for. He figured she
wouldn't tell him anyway.

"A friend of mine is a nurse there. She called me after you was
brought in." She said, turning down another dirt road. "She said
that your shoulder was and back was badly burned." This was said
casually. She wanted to gauge how much he knew about his *true*
self.

Michael only nodded at the statement, trying to look nonchalant.
That little fact was a secret he kept close to his vest. He
healed faster than he should. But as far as he knew that was the
only strange thing, besides his personality, about him. He never
really thought of the ability much. It was just something had
always been there, like the birth mark that looked like flames.

In all truth, there was not one scar on Michael's body. So, that
lead him to believe that he had this ability since his birth. He
never told anyone though, for fear of them calling him a freak.
And at that moment he had a sneaking suspicion that this ability
was part of the reason that Lace adopted him.

If she wants to make me into a lab rat, I'm bolting. He with
suspicion. But he was going to play it by ear just to see what
these two beautiful ladies were up to.

At least he isn't surprised about his fast healing ability. Renae
thought with a smile. Maybe he won't panic when he finds out
about the rest. Just in case, Renae and Lace had told the rest of
the kids at the house not to talk about it when they arrived.
"So, where did you live before you came to our fair town?" She
asked him with a lopsided grin, trying to lighten his mood a
little.

Hmmm. Good question. Michael thought with an inward chuckle.
"Anywhere and everywhere." He replied. Which was true, he knew
dozens of people that would let him crash with them when he
needed a place to sleep.

"What town?" Renae asked a little exasperated. She also noticed
that he noticed the exasperated tone to her voice, giving her a
crooked grin for her trouble. God, he looks cute when he looks
like that. She thought. Then mentally slapped herself. I'm
supposed to be his Watcher! What I'm I thinking?

"Los Angeles," He started, then gave a frown. Kerry . . . She's
gonna be worried. He thought. But a totally different thought
popped into his spinning mind. "Is it just you and Renae that
live at your place, or is there other people. Are you married? Do
you have more children?"

Boy, he shoot can shoot questions like bullets. Renae and Lace
thought in unison.

Lace laughed at all the questions. "No, I'm not married," She
started, stopping the Durango. "And as to the rest . . . You're
about to find out."

Michael looked where they stopped, through the windshield. There
was a very large iron double gate, with plaque in the middle of
it. The plaque looked either solid gold or gold plated. But what
was engraved on it is what caught most of Michael's attention.

                                                   "Destiny"

Fitting. That is if everything works out. Michael thought with a
grim look. He watched with curious eyes as Lace hit the button to
let the window with a humming noise. She reached out and pushed a
button that was on a speaker that was attached to a pole.

After pushing and holding the button, a voice came through the
speaker. "Well, the infamous Lace returns with the Prodigal Son."
The voice said with a humorous chuckle.

Brooklyn. The girl on the other side of the speaker sounds like a
native of Brooklyn. Michael thought, bemused. He then looked at
Lace and noticed that she did not look amused at the girl's
statement. "Just open the gate, Alex. And be quick about it." She
said in a neutral voice, but the hardness in her eyes relied
something else.

"You got it boss."

And with that, the large iron gates separate slowly. Lace looked
into the review mirror to see a confused look on his face. "Just
be patient, Michael. Answers will come in do time." She said, her
eyes reassuring.

Michael just gave a nod looked over at Renae. "Is this the kind
of surprise that I'm gonna hate? You should know I hate surprises
anyway." He said with a sober look.

"Nah, you'll like the others. Some of them got their strange
ways, but then again, I think you have a few yourself." She
replied with a wink.

Strange ways? What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?
He thought to himself as the Durango pulled through the now open
gates. Then a question popped into his head. "How'd she know that
it was us?" He asked this to Renae.

"Security cameras." She answered, simply.

"Security cameras," He repeated, looking back at Lace. "Are you
rich or somethin'?"

"Did you know that it's politically incorrect to ask that?" Lace
replied with a smirk.

Michael sat back, looking at Renae. "Does she always answer
questions with questions?"

Only the one's she want's to avoid," She said with a
contemplative look. "But don't worry, it annoys me too when she
does that." She said, patting his knee.

The spot where she patted him tingled and threw his thoughts off
track, almost enough to miss what Lace's residents looked like.
Almost. When he looked through the window . . . If his chin could
have hit his chest it would have. It was the most impressive
place he had ever seen.

It was a four-story mansion with a yard (well, he guessed that
rich people would call it "grounds") that was huge. It had hedges
lined all down the long drive. Fuck me, maybe I did luck out. He
thought, impressed.

Renae saw the boy's expression and reached over with one finger
and tapped the bottom of his chin, making him promptly snap his
mouth closed in embarrassment. "Believe me, I felt the same damn
way when I saw the place for the first time."

Finally, they reached the end of the driveway and parked in front
of the four-car garage. "Home sweet home," Lace said with a
cheerful note and stepped out of the car. Then she poked her head
back in. "Well, c'mon." Then pulled her head out and started for
the house.

For what seemed like the first time in his fifteen years, Michael
was actually worried about what people thought of him. I'm so out
of my fuckin' element. He thought. He was also deathly still.

Renae, as if reading his thoughts, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I can tell by the look on you're face about what you're thinking
of. Trust me, you'll fit right in with this crowd." She told him
reassuringly.

"Crowd?!" He said with alarm, misunderstanding.

"No, there aren't that many. Just . . . Just c'mon. You'll find
out." She said lightly, opening her door and getting out.

Mikey, ya gotta quit this chicken shit routine and make your legs
move! He scolded himself. "Besides, if they don't like me . . .
Fuck'em." He mumbled under his breath.

As he walked around the Durango to stand beside Renae, he slid
into what he liked to call `Poker Playing Mode'. His face lit
into a somewhat charming smile. In this `Mode' nothing would
surprise him and nothing would piss him off. And he would give
off no emotion . . . Save charm. He always was proud of himself
for acquiring this ability.

He walked up to Renae with a completely relaxed posture. "Ready
when you are, Blondie."

What happened? It looks like he did a one-eighty on me. What
happened to the nervous Michael? Although, he looks even cuter
like this. Then scolding herself, once again, for thinking these
thoughts. "Right this way, Mr. Davidson." And started for the
front door.

Lace had left it open for them. Renae noticed that Michael walked
through the door like he owned it. I hope he doesn't get cocky
with the other's . . . I hate it when the Chosen's fight. They
hurt the house more than they do each other. Renae thoughtwryly.

Michael was very impressed, but he didn't show it. His glacial
blue eyes scanned the VERY large room with impassiveness. The
paintings and vases looked like they should have been in a museum
instead of here. Yep, she's as rich as all get out. He thought
with a chuckle.

Lace was no where to be seen. "What's so funny?" Renae asked with
a bemused expression.

"Nothing. Nothing at all, Blondie." He replied. Then he heard
Lace's voice, but it was coming from a speaker that was in the
ceiling.

<`All of us are in the den. Hurry up.'>

Renae started walking and Michael followed. Why do I let him call
me `Blondie'? I'd deck the others for that. "She's abrupt, huh."
She heard Michael say from behind her.

"Yeah, but you get used to it." She replied with ease.

The walked through the very large room with purpose. I've seen
houses' that were smaller than this room. Michael thought.
Finally they made it out of the room and walked into then. The
den was very nice. It wasn't as big as the other room, but it was
stacked with all kinds of nice things. But his attention was on
the three teenagers on the large sofa. Lace was standing beside
them.

The teenagers on the couch were interesting, to say the least.
There were two girls and one boy. The girls were strikingly
beautiful and about his age. The redhead was wearing slacks and a
blouse (sorta like Renae's) and had dark green eyes. She looked
to have a perfect body.

The boy on her left was dressed in a three-piece suit that
Michael would have bet a fortune was Armani. He had jet black
hair and brown eyes that were behind the round spectacles he was
wearing.

But the person that caught his attention the most was the girl on
the right side of the redhead. She had sandy blonde hair that was
drawn back in a ponytail, with a stray lock of hair covering the
left side of her face. He noted her shades. They were just like
the ones he had in L.A.. She was wearing a black leather jacket
with black jeans and silver tipped black boots.

Damn I wish I could see her eyes. He thought. He noted what all
of them looked like in a mere few seconds and turned to Lace.
"Sorry I'm late . . . Got side-tracked by this huge fuckin' room
on the way in. Damndest thing I ever saw." He said with a thick
street accent.

He noticed the girl in the leather jacket cover her mouth with
her hand to smother a smile. Lace laughed a bit then spoke to the
teenagers on the couch, gesturing towards Michael. "Michael here
already knows myself and Renae. So, I think it's your turn to
introduce yourselves."

The redhead nodded and stood up, walking to Michael holding out
her hand. "My name's Gina Tomas." She said as Michael clasped her
hand. After she let go of his hand, Michael looked behind her to
the other girl. Gina moved out of his way so that he could get a
better view.

The girl lowered her mirror-plated shades to reveal the same
glacial blue eyes that Michael possessed. "Alexandria Blackman.
But call me Alex." Her voice was smooth and velvet, yet . . .
Yet, it held a note of deathly power. That's what Kerry said my
voice sounded like. He thought.

"Call me Mikey . . . And it's a pleasure to meet ya." He said,
transfixed by the girls blue eyes. No wonder she wears shades . .
. Probably gets tired of people staring at her.

Michael figured he had better quit staring because Alex took on a
knowing smile. He looked at the boy in the suit. He arched an
eyebrow expectantly. The boy looked nervous as hell. His hands
were fidgeting. But finally he got up and walked over to him
"M-M-My name is Jim Walters." He stuttered out.

Michael shook his hand with a confused look. "Nice to me ya." Jim
let go of his hand and went to sit back on the couch. What is his
problem?? Michael thought.

"Ok, now that everyone has been introduced," She looked at the
three teenagers. "And I've informed you of Michael's status
before I left this morning, I think you should get him settled
into his new room. Alex?"

Alex stood up with the grace of a jungle cat and walked towards
Michael. Just watching her sent shivers up his spine. "Right this
way, Golden Boy." She said with a crooked smile as she walked out
the door.

Michael's eyes shot to Lace. He wanted his answers dammit."But-"

Lace interrupted him, correctly understanding what he was going
to argue. "Alex will answer your questions, but probably later
tonight. She wants to get to know you first."

Michael was reluctantly mollified. If he was truthful he would
say that the only reason he was mollified was because he would
get to know the girl in the leather jacket better. "Whatever," He
replied with a shrug.

The redhead spoke up at that moment. "You had best hurry . . .
Alex tends to move quickly."

Fuck. It'd be my luck to lose her and get lost. He thought,
turning on his heal and walking out the door at a fast clip. I
swear I almost feel drawn to her when I look at her . . . She
just seems so . . . He searched for the right word. Right. She
just seems so damn right. Whatever that means. He thought.

As he made it out of the door, he heard Jim say in a hushed
whisper, "I can't believe you found him!"

I'll figure that out later. Michael thought not slowing down. He
was about ten paces into the next room when a voice came from
behind him.

"What's the rush, Mikey? The room ain't goin' nowhere," Alex said
in an amused voice.

Michael turned slowly and had a sly grin on his face. "Yathink?"

"Nope. I try not to." She said in that same mesmerizing voice and
walked with a smooth gait towards him. "Ya know, you just don't
look right." She said with an appraising look. You look cute as
hell. But something just don't fit. Her thoughts added.

"Oh? Whatever could ya mean?" He asked, amused, as they started
to walk through the room.

Then the answer came to her. "Your clothes. They don't match ya .
. . Maybe it's just me." She said as she kept at a semi-fast
pace.

Michael was so captivated by the sound of her voice and the way
she moved that he didn't even noticed they made it clear across
the mansion, until they were climbing the stairs.

"They ain't mine. And how would you know what `match' I am?" He
asked with good humor.

Alex just shrugged her leather clad shoulders. "Just a hunch,"
She said as they reached the top of the stairs. "You do know that
you already owe me one, don't ya?"

Michael just arched an eyebrow in mute question.

"Yep. Lace made me, Gina and Jim go shopping for ya. Wait till
you see what they bought you. Some great three piece suits, some
slacks, blazers and some of them wing tipped shoes." She said
with faked enthusiasm.

She gave a big smile when she saw Michael's face fall into a
frown. They had stopped just stopped in front of a door and Alex
reached out and opened it, walking in ignoring Michael's frown
with amusement.

I am not gonna look like Jim `I Iron My Underwear' Walters
downstairs. He thought grimly. He looked into the huge bedroom .
. . That had TWO king-sized beds. Wonder why it has two? He was
about to ask, but Alex had disappeared into, what he thought, the
closet and closed the door. He looked around the room. It was
VERY nice. It had two computer desks, both equipped with
computers.

About two minutes later Alex came out of the closet with an arm
full of clothes. "Make that two you owe me, Golden Boy. You
better count your blessings I agreed to go on the shopping trip."
She said, laying the bundle of clothes into Michael's arms.
Before he could say anything, she said, "Get changed, I'll wait
outside." She said it while she gave his cheek a friendly pat.

************


After Alex closed the door, leaving Michael in the room, she
leaned her back against it and let out an explosive sigh. I can't
believe this is happening to me. I don't- Scratch that. I don't
NEED a partner. Even if he is cute. Verrrry cute. Her thoughts
drifted to Michael's eyes and voice.

Stop it! So what if he's a hottie. Cuteness does night equal
skill in battle. Cuteness does NOT dust vamps. Hell, he didn't
even hear me behind him when he left the den. If he is a Master
Slayer, he should have heard me. I'm not that distracting to the
mind, am I? No. Definitely not.

And Lace told me this morning that he doesn't even know he's a
Slayer. And he's just a kid. Fifteen. Now, Alex, you were fifteen
once and that wasn't that long ago. What? Ten years ago? I used
to freak people out with brute strength and speed back then. But
I was also cautious. She thought. But he's not you. Her thoughts
added.

Alex fished out a pack of Camels and a Zippo lighter, lighting a
cigarette. She blew out a jet of smoke. I can give him the
benefit of the doubt. We'll see how he handles tonight. I
remember my first kill . . . Her thoughts were cut short when the
door behind her opened, promptly dumping her on her back. And
landing at Michael's now booted feet.

"Well, I can't say I mind that pretty girls fall to my feet, but
this is a bit much, doncha think?" Michael asked with a smirk.

Alex jumped to her feet as fast as possible, without looking
goofy. "Ya know, you're pretty damn cocky," She said with a blush
of embarrassment. "Now let me see what I've created." She stated,
pushing back, giving him a long appraising gaze.

Damn. She thought. Michael wearing a tight pair of Levis and the
black button up shirt, that was tucked in, along with the black
leather biker jacket. And his feet was adorned with a pair of
leather, silver tipped boots. When she looked back into his
glacial blue eyes, thoughts that were so lustful the actually
made her face flush raced through her mind.

Dammit! He knows what I'm thinking and he's smirking! Her
thoughts screamed as she tried to regain her emotions. After a
few seconds (that seemed like years) she accomplished it. She
kept staring at his beautiful eyes . . . "Something's missing."
She mumbled to herself, more than him.

Michael frowned a little. "Yeah. My shades." Damn I miss them.

"Ohhhhh. It's your lucky day, Golden Boy!" She exclaimed,
reaching in her jacket pocket and pulling out a pair of shades.
"I bought me an extra pair today." She said, leaning in and
sliding them over his eyes. Then she stepped back to see what she
created. He's the personification of `Bad Boy'. She thought with
a sly smile. He's what a Slayer SHOULD look like!

"Well, Alley, I haven't seen me yet, so let me check out the
mirror." He said walking back into the over to the large mirror
that was above the dresser.

He looked at the mirror with a bemused expression. By Alex's
expression, he had thought there was something drastically
fantastic about the way he looked. I don't look any different
than I did in L.A. . . .  Well, the boots are different. So
what's the big deal?

He called me Alley. Alex thought. My sister was the only one to
do that. She thought sadly, wishing Sam was still alive. Then
Alex shook the sad thoughts out of her head and walked over to
where Michael was, looking at the reflection. Jesus, we
definitely could pass as a team.

Michael was still wondering what Alex saw in him to make her have
that flushed look she had. Must be a girl thing. He thought with
a nod and looked at Alex. "Ok, clothes checked. What's next on
the list?" He asked with humor.

"Now . . . Now I'm bored."

"So how do we remedy that, O' wise one?" He asked a charming
smile.

"We go to the youth club, two towns over. It's where
high-schoolers hang out and they got pool tables." And it's a
perfect place to prove to you that you can do the things that I'm
gonna tell you can do. Her thoughts added. Then she pooled open
the top dresser drawer and pulled out a money clipped that was
filled with twenties and fifties. A little over five hundred
dollars.

"Here, this is yours. If you go back to the closet, you'll find a
Harley wallet with a chain on it that will go with that outfit."
She said with feigned nonchalance. "It's on the top shelf."

"I can't except this," He said slowly. Jesus, clothes are one
thing . . . "How much is it?" She told him. "I can't take it."
Where he came from, there was always a price for everything.
That's why he usually hated taking charity.

"Would you PLEASE just take it. Lace told me to give it to you."

Aw hell, the `P' word. Hate it. I fuckin' hate that word! Michael
snatched the money out of her hand and went to retrieve the
wallet. It only took a minute and he was back. When he stood
before her again, the chain of the wallet hanging low on his hip,
he lowered his shades and gave her an amused look.

Michael sighed dramatically. "It's your lead, Alley. Do with me
what you will." He added a feigned defeated posture for effect.

Alex barked out a laugh. "You got it." Then she held out her
elbow.

They linked arms and walked out the door. Her last thought before
leaving the room was: Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

***************

Riding on a Harley was just as exciting Michael thought it would
be. He loved every second of it. Lace didn't mind. In fact, after
they left the room, they noticed that no one was in the house any
longer. Alex had told him it was because she told them that she
wanted some `alone time' with him for the day, to get to know him
better.

Michael accepted this answer amiably enough. Alex didn't strike
him as a person that lied. And he prided himself on reading
people. He still had a lot of questions though and he WOULD ask
them when it turned evening. Little did he know that he was going
to get some of them before then.

Michael was quick to watch every motion that Alex made on the
huge bike. He figured that he could learn pretty quick, and he
had every intention of asking her if he could drive on the way
back.

When they pulled into the town of Glendale, Michael wondered what
kinds of youth-club that could make Alex want to drive so far.
They had ridden on the bike for a little over an hour. Finally
the pulled into the place and . . . Michael wasn't that
impressed. But then again he wasn't about to complain either.

Alex shut the engine off, then looked back at Michael. "Ya
ready?"

"Yeah." He answer simply, climbing off the bike. His gaze turned
back to the club. It wasn't big, but then again, it wasn't
exactly small. It had a large sign above the entrance door that
said "Casey's Place." Michael noticed that there were not that
many people there. It's early, that's probably the reason. "Can I
ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why here? This place looks kinda dead from out here." Michael
replied with a bemused look. There were hardly any cars in the
place.

"Things are not always what they seem . . . There's more people
than you think," She stated. "And I brought you here ta prove a
point." She added smoothly, albeit coyly.

Michael just gave a nod. "Right this way, Golden Boy. And the
other reason I came here is I like playing pool. Do you know how
to play pool?" Alex asked as they walked through the door.

"A little," Michael understated. He was actually VERY good
pool-player . . . Basically he was good at anything that involved
gambling.

Damn. She wasn't kiddin' when she said everything wasn't as it
seemed. There was at least seventy people in the building. Most
of them looked like they were in highschool and about sixty
percent of them were boys. All of them walked?

Correctly reading his thoughts, Alex said, "The main parking lot
is in the back." She said, walking them over to the bar and
ordering two sodas, then guided him to an empty table.

The sodas came in glasses. Nice place. The only places I went
that served things in glasses were bars and them were shot
glasses. He looked around and for some reason didn't like the
kids around him, save Alex. Bunch of pampered, `Dad, can I have
gas money for the car you bought me', highschool goin' snobs. He
thought with . . . Fuck, I'm jealous. He thought incredulously.

" . . . Mikey. Hey Mikey," She said and waved a hand in front of
his face. When she saw he had his attention she spoke again.
"Damn Mikey, space much?" She asked, trying to sound like a
valley girl.

"Don't do that . . . It REALLY doesn't become you." He replied
with a chuckle.

Alex looked around behind her at the pool tables. I VERY sly grin
appeared on her features then she turned back to Michael, sure
her plan would not backfire. "Do you care to make a little
wager?"

Michael gave her an expectant look. A smile of his ownappearing.

"If you can beat me in the best two out of three in nine-ball,
I'll give ya you're answers early. But if I when . . . You have
to take me to dinner. Real fancy place too." She said with a
devious look.

Michael took his shades off and cleaned them lightly on his
shirt.

**************

Alex looked like she had been slapped in the face when they were
walking back to the table. But she managed a good-natured scowl
at Michael. I can't believe he cleared the table TWICE on me.
Then she started to mimic their earlier conversation. "Can you
play pool?" Then trying to do Michael's voice. "A little." She
said with an explosive sigh as she slumped into her chair.

"S'pose ya want your answers, huh?" She asked with a smirk that
matched Michael's own. Well, that smirk is gonna be wiped off by
either an outright laugh, or a complete look of confusion. She
thought, a little amused. She was slowly getting used to the idea
of having a partner. "It's your play, Golden Boy. Ask away."

They were sitting at a table that was located in a fairly
secluded area. No one could hear them, so Michael didn't have to
worry about being shy, and Alex didn't have to worry about people
hearing her answers. Alex could have thought of dozens of
questions that Michael would ask first, but he proved her wrong,
and surprised her a little.

"Why do you call me, `Golden Boy.'" I know there is something to
that. His thoughts added.

Good question. I figured he would ask why Lace really adopted him
. . . "You are the only boy, that is known of anyway, that is one
of my kind." She replied with feigned nonchalance. She could tell
that Michael was trying hard not to smile.

"And what exactly is `our kind'?" He asked, trying his best to
keep a straight face.

"Depends . . . Do you want the `Dramatic Version' of the truth,
or the technical one?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink and
wishing that she could smoke in this place. Well, she knew she
could, if she REALLY wanted to.

"Oh, by all means, give me both." He replied, trying,
unsuccessfully, to hold in a chuckle. He didn't know why, but
something about this whole situation that seemed amusing.

Alex vaguely listened to the commotion that the teenagers were
causing by talking and playing games. She gave another sigh. This
is gonna be a toughie. She thought wryly. "Ok, the dramatic
first. "We are the Chosen to fight an evil that has plagued the
world for thousands of years. We are the holders of truth,
justice and the reckoning." She said, watching Michael closely to
see what his reaction would be. The female slayers' always acted
in different ways.

Michael knew, KNEW that he should be bowling over with laughter.
But something in the girl's voice struck a cord deep within him.
If he was of a spiritual belief, he would have said that it
struck a cord of his very soul. What is it about this that, that
ALMOST seems familiar? He asked himself.

Michael's impassive face was firmly in place when he spoke to her
next. "Don't leave me hangin', what's the technical part of it?"
He asked in a neutral voice.

He didn't laugh, I'm impressed. She thought with relief. "The
technical . . . You promise to take this seriously, because you
do know that I can prove it, right??"

Michael just gave her a nod of conformation, lowering his shades
in a show that she had his complete attention.

"We are known as two things: Slayers and Chosens. Slayers have an
amazing strength and speed that would amaze ANY Normal person.
The Chosens, on the other hand, have the strength, speed, plus a
couple of other abilities. That's what we are. We get all the
perks." She said, draining the rest of her glass, her face very
serious.

Either I just sat down in front of an insane woman, or I just got
thrown into the strangest situation I've ever seen. "Abilities
like healing?" He asked casually, feigning indifference.

He knows some of it! This will be easier than I thought. But it
will still be hard. She thought. She gave him a brisk three nods.
"Healing, telekinesis and if you're good enough . . . You can
control the emotions of people."

Bullshit. Only in the movies! His mind screamed. But a small
voice invaded his troubled mind. Do you really believe that,
Mikey? Well . . . His thought trailed and he gave Alex a very
direct look. "Prove it." He said simply, in a clipped tone.

Always. They always want me to prove it. She thought with a
mental roll of her eyes. Can't really blame him though. Alex then
looked across the crowded room. Then back to Michael. "See that
boy carryin' a tray of drinks?"

Michael searched the room and found him. "Yeah."

"He's about to fall on his face."

Then like in a dream, Michael watched as the boy's feet tripped
over something that didn't look to be there. He completely
dropped the tray and fell on his face, just like Alex said he
would. All the children in the room were laughing, save Alex and
Michael. Michael was in VERY deep thought, and Alex was afraid
that he she scared the hell out of him.

But she could not have been further from the truth. It always
came down to power. His thoughts started. I was always afraid of
conflict . . . I guess I always knew in a way. I TRIED to stay
out of fights. God knows what would have happened if I didn't . .
. I still shudder to think of what I did to Drako's boys. He
thought. But Michael was taking all of this amazingly well for
some reason, that went beyond his knowledge. He looked back at
Alex with amusement in his features. "Evil? Slayers? Chosen?"

I know in my heart that he's believed every fuckin' word I've
said and he's AMUSED! She could tell this because Michael's
shades were lowered. She shook her head in wry amusement. "This
is the part that you're gonna laugh at . . . I know I did when I
first started out."

"I'll try not to."

"Our specialty is dustin' vamps." She dead panned. Let's see if
he how he handles THAT!

Vampires? Then he repeated it out loud. "Vampires?" I'm sitting
at a table with a person that believes in vampires. He thought.
Even though a small part of his brain told him to believe too.

"I know that look . . . And before you say another damn word,
give me a chance to prove there existence, tonight. That's
another reason I came to this town. There's a nest near by. And I
need to PROVE to you they exist." She replied, wincing at the
look on Michael's face.

"Ya know, DAMN! I forgot to bring a cross! Will that be a
problem??" He asked sarcastically.

Alex was starting to get *real* tired of his attitude. "If you
show a vampire a cross, all it would accomplish is it shoving it
in your eye." She snapped.

Michael's emotions had been confusing the hell out of him, ever
since he started to hang around Alex. Because at the moment, he
felt like a scolded child. "Sorry," he mumbled, fiddling with a
salt shaker on the table.

Damn. Now I hurt his feelings. She thought, feeling a little bad.
She wasn't good at the sensitive chats so she decided to move his
mind to something that he might find interesting and fun, or at
least she thought it was.

"Hey, Golden Boy. How would you like to learn about our ability
to control emotions?" She asked, watching his face light with
curiosity. Gottcha. Knew that would cheer him up.

Michael was definitely interested. But before he could give his
assent, another question popped into his head. " Why don't you
just kill them at the nest now, while they sleep? Vampires sleep
in the day, right?"

"You watch too many movies, Mikey," She started with a sigh.
"Vamps don't only come out at night . . . They come out in the
day too.," She looked at the confused look on his face and gave
another sigh.

"Ok, look, VAMP 101: They can walk in the daylight with the rest
of the mortals, but the kick, at least for them, is they don't
have the supernatural strength they have at night. And we, as in
the Slayers and Chosens, can't since the little blood suckers
until that power is activated." She replied with a scowl.

Michael took on a look of contemplation. You know what always
fascinated me?"

"What?"

"Power. How much do they have and how much do we have?"

I'm impressed. Part of him believes me, anyway. "At night it all
depends. Some vamps are stronger others. Some are even stronger
than your average slayer. I even met a couple that were stronger
than me."

"Do they have the same mental abilities we do?" The thought of
having a demon control his emotions . . . Well, somehow that just
don't appeal to me. He thought with an inward shudder.

"Telekinesis? The ability to control emotion? The ability to read
thoughts? Some of them do, but those guys are rare and between.
But some of them can use their mental strength in broad
daylight." She watched as Michael paled a little.

"You didn't say anything about being able to read thoughts."
Michael said with a little irritation.

"Oops. Guess I did neglect to tell you that fact." She replied
with feigned innocence.

"Forgot? One of those fucks could be in this room right now and
you NEGLECTED to mention it?!?" Michael said with a low voice,
but it held a deadly. Then another thought came. "Can you read my
thoughts?" He asked through slitted eyes.

"Relax, Golden Boy, they can't read our thoughts and we can't
read one another's either . . . Unless we give permission, then
we can cumunicate telepathically. <`See what I mean?'>

Michael sat up bolt right when he heard Alex's voice in his head.
Then an idea came to mind. <`Say my proper name.'> He thought at
her.

"Michael," Alex complied, looking smug.

Michael was very much impressed. "But you can't read my
thoughts?"

"Not unless you give permission. You're like a closed book
without it."

Michael had a reality check at that moment. I'm taking all of
this *way* to easily. He thought. He gave a frown because he
didn't like being played for a sucker. Although, he was starting
to believe everything the beautiful girl in front of him was
sayin.

At that moment, he decided that he was ready to do a test. "Can I
read normal peoples minds?" He asked, casually taking a sip of
his Coke.

"Yep. As well as control there emotions . . . Ya ready to test
yourself?" She asked with an evil glint that was hidden behind
her mirror-plated shades. I always did like training Slayers. But
this is a Chosen and not just ANY Chosen. He's the Master Hunter.
She thought, her enthusiasm draining a little. I hate withholding
that information, but he ain't ready . . .

"Sure," He answered simply, with nonchalance. He had no doubt in
his mind that Alex could do these things . . . But he doubted
that he could. "Just run me through the drill, Alley." He said,
lowering his shades to give her a wink, then sliding them back
up.

Ok, THAT gave me shivers. What is it about him?? "Alright, pick
any person out of the room." She replied. Watching as Michael
scanned the room.

Michael looked over the room carefully. Finally his eyes fell
upon a girl that was playing pool. She had light red hair and was
wearing tight blue jean shorts along with a tank-top. "I choose
her."

Alex looked at him with a half leer. You would. She thought with
an inward chuckle. Then a thought came to her. He could really
use some loosening up . . . "Hey, ya wanna have some fun?" Her
voice had taken on a seductive note.

So seductive, in fact, that Michael felt his manhood twitch.
"W-What do you have in mind?" He asked, damning the crack in his
voice when he spoke. To his knowledge that was the first time
that ever happened.

Alex started to circle the brim of her finger along the brim of
her glass. This is gonna be fun. She thought wickedly, and I get
to watch! That is if he isn't a prude. "Well, the easiest emotion
to elicit is . . . Lust. You have to touch her to bring it forth,
though."

Lust. Lust? Lust?!?! Michael's mind shouted. "Ain't that abusing
the power a little?" He asked incredulously.

"Nah . . . It's one of the perks of being a Chosen." She replied
with a too sweet smile.

"But-" His protest got cut short.
						
"I fuckin' dare ya!" She said in a challenging tone. She knew
that if he was anything like her, that daring him would work.

And she was right, it struck a cord deep within Michael. His
friends in L.A. had learned long ago not to dare him to do
things, because he would do them in spades. "You're on," he said
with determination. Then added, "But first, show me how to read
thoughts."

Alex cocked her head as if to say that was good enough for her.
"That's pretty easy, really. Just block everything, all the
sounds, people and commotion and focus solely on her. Then close
your eyes and you will be able to feel her essence and hear her
thoughts."

Michael just gave her a skeptical look.

"Just try it." Alex said with a little exasperation.

Michael, knowing nothing would happen, focused all his attention
on the redheaded beauty at the pool table. That's when it
happened. All of the rest of the world seemed to drop away and
there were only she and himself. He slowly closed his eyes and a
myriad of images and emotions flooded his mind.

Her name was Melissa Goodheart. Mel, to her friends. The blonde
boy, that was a senior, standing beside her was her boyfriend.
But the seventeen year old girl despised him. She wanted to break
up with him, but was afraid of his temper. And rightfully so, the
boy had hit her more than once.

But Melissa had a plan. She was going to break up with him NOW,
in front of the crowd and hoped that her soon to be ex-boyfriend
had enough since not to hit her in public. And she was going to
break up with him . . . "Now," Michael said aloud, in a whisper.

Alex knew what was going on, because she was reading the girl's
thoughts as well. She watched as Melissa took a few steps back
and said something. Alex was completely focused on the beautiful
girl. After the words left the girl's mouth, the boys fist drew
back . . . And that was when all hell broke loose, in Alex's
eyes.

Alex stood up slowly. She knew that the girl's boyfriend had been
standing by the pool table, but he wasn't there anymore. When her
eyes landed on where he was NOW, she said one word: Fuck.

Michael never remembered moving. But here he was, every muscle in
his body tense with rage. Pinning the girl's boy friend to the
wall with one hand, that was attached to the boys throat. Michael
didn't even notice that the boy's feet were dangling about a foot
off the ground. To the average observer it would look like
Michael was holding the boy there with great ease. Which was
true.

The look on Michael's face was one of complete passivity, even
though he was trembling with rage. He wasn't exactly thinking
straight. He noted how the boy's face was turning a dark red, do
from lack of breath. And he noted how the senior's legs kicked at
him, trying for escape.

Alex wished she had the ability to control the emotions of large
groups of people at that moment, as it was, she could only
control one at a time. So there really wasn't a point in trying
to control the room.Then she turned and locked her eyes with the
panicked and frightened eyes of the bully Michael had pinned. I
should let him break your damn neck. She thought, but knew
better.

She walked up to Michael slowly, knowing that his eyes were
filled with battle lust, even though they were covered with his
shades. "Ya know," She started, getting up close to him so she
could whisper in her ear. "This is not what I meant by `Do ya
wanna have some fun?' Think ya could let him down? He's sorta
turning purple." She added with a casual indifference that she
did not feel.

"Think he's worth it?" He asked in a voice that reminded Alex of
silky death.

She knew at that moment that he was real close to killing the
boy. "Yeah, for two reasons. One: Too many witnesses. Two: This
not what Chosens are for." She said in a soothing voice that was
still near his ear. She was starting to lose her cool patience by
this point. "Just let him the fuck down so we can get the hell
out of here!" She barked in a hushed tone.

A slow smile formed on his impassive face. "Your wish is my
command." He stated, letting the boy drop, unconscious but still
breathing. Michael then motioned to the door. "After you, Boss
Lady." He said, jokingly, trying to push the feeling of fear out
of his mind. The fear of what he was capable of.

And with that, Alex and Michael left the shocked crowd behind.





















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