Opposites - ReVamped (Highlander/ Kindred: The Embraced Crossover)

Chapter 2 - Sparks

When Lillie came down the stairs and walked across the floor of her club, she was at her most devastating. She had made sure she looked every inch the head of her clan and, when it came to Toreadors, that was saying something. Her ability to snare men was unequalled even among her peers, and she saw several mortals staring at her openly as she moved.

Her Kindred minions smiled approvingly as she passed, and even those of other clans gave her a second look. It pleased her and almost distracted her from her target, but as she walked through the parting sea of bodies, she finally laid eyes on the mystery man. For a split second she almost faltered.

Memory was such a fragile thing, but the black hair and the square set of the shoulders struck a chord in her that she could not quite dismiss. The brief affair she had had with a devastatingly handsome Scot so many years ago had made an impression on her. Something stirred within Lillie as she looked at the back of this new MacLeod.

However, it was when she heard him speak to his companion in a deep voice, with the slightest hint of an accent that her heart actually beat in her chest. Not a single Kindred in the club could have missed her reaction, but she was so focused on MacLeod that she did not remotely care.

This mortal stranger had her whole attention. Almost against her will she took another step forward. It was then that he stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence and stiffened, as if he had felt something at well. Then he was turning. Lillie could not quite believe it as she saw his face-this was not some stranger, this was the same man.

"Duncan MacLeod?" Lillie said, unable to help herself as she took in what her eyes were telling her.

He should have been old and grey, but he was just the same, and she did not know what to do. Every instinct in her screamed this was the same man.

"Lillie?" the man replied, recognition clear in his features.

Being a Toreador, Lillie knew she could be impulsive and irrational, acting on emotions before thinking, and she had worked hard to quell that side of her nature, but it was not enough for the reaction that ran through her at that moment. Duncan MacLeod was one of those men who was hard to forget. It had been a short, but very intense affair between them, and emotions long since forgotten roared back full force.

They stared at each other in motionless disbelief for long seconds before Lillie acted. Her nature would not be denied in this and it took over.

She stepped forward, reaching out to touch what she had thought long lost, and she was met halfway. Winding her arms around the intoxicating man, she pulled him close as he did the same to her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as if they had never been apart. It was in that moment she knew her instincts were spot on, he was the same man. This MacLeod was her MacLeod, she had no more doubts.

Unfortunately, as far as her purely Toreador side was concerned, that was the point her thoughts kicked back in.

They drew apart by mutual agreement, as if Duncan's mind was on exactly the same track as hers.

"But you're not..," she said at exactly the same time as her expressed a similar opinion.

Neither of them chose to finish the sentence.

"A friend of yours, Mac?" was the sound that distracted her from staring at the impossibly young face in front of her, and she glanced at the young man still sitting at the bar.

"Richie," MacLeod said almost formally, "this is Lillie."

"Pleased to meet you," Lillie said, gathering herself and remembering her clan responsibilities.