Title: The Swordfight

Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author

EMail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com

Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. Just tell me if you do.

Spoilers: None really.

Summary: A Buffy/Highlander Crossover

Disclaimer: All elements Buffy and Highlander belong to their

respective owners. I don't own any of it.

Note: This MIGHT be a prelude to something.

The combat was fast and furious. Swords flashed back and forth as the

two combatants sought a weakness in the other's defense that they could


One fighter was a man. He was tall, his hair dark and close cut, his

face smooth and unlined. His eyes betrayed an age of soul far older

than his appearance would suggest.

The other was petite in comparison. A girl who looked just as youthful

as her opponent but whose soul had spent a great deal of time aging.

She seemed like a light to his darkness, blonde hair to his black.

Light clothes to his dark.

The man appeared to be winning, pressing the girl back until she ran

out of floor space and a wall in her way.

From the begining of time they came.

Walking silently down through the ages.

Some good.

Some evil.

Suddenly, the tables turned. The girl became a fury, delivering a

storm of blows. The man found himself barely able to defend himself

and was now the one backing up. He might have been able to hold his

own when the girl changed tactics.

Sweeping his sword up with her own, the girl lashed out with a kick,

making the man stumble. She followed up with a punch to the mouth,

then the hilt of her sword. He stumbled and fell against a statue,

dropping his sword.

Confidently, the girl raised her sword to behead her opponent.

Forever battling each other to the death.

To the victor goes the Quickening.

To the victor of victors goes the Prize,

The power to lead the world into an unending age of light.

Or darkness.

The man's sword was still in reach. As the girl began her downward

swing, the man quickly grabbed his sword and plunged it into the

middle of the girl's chest. The girl froze, her sword stopped just

short of his neck, then fell from nerveless fingers. An expression of

disbelief frozen on her face.

The man pulled the sword from her body and immediately swung it

around to decapitate the girl.

Moments later, her Quickening tore apart the room.

For in the end, there can be only one.

On his way home, the man ran into another blonde. One he was on

friendlier terms with.

"Xander, what happened to you?" Buffy asked concerned.

"Just my usual date from hell," Xander replied. "You'd think I'd learn

one of these days."