Armageddon SagaBudapest: Tirla’s Castle estate
Chapter: Reunions
By the Lady Sirona ladysirona@LadySirona.com
"Welcome to the Lady Tirla's castle and home. Enter if you are able.” The Gypsy
woman 'sort - of’ invited the Slayers and the other teams into the Castle. Had they been
the undead, it would have not been an invitation to enter at all.Age ruled this place and the lights were subdued. The windows were artistically blocked.
They noticed the decorations ancient and luxurious. Antiques and intricate wall hangings
aided the over all glorious effect. It was like stepping back in time to an unknown age.The Slayers that rode together from England entered. Kathryn and Mary, the England
Slayer and her Watcher walked in hand in hand. Xander was walking behind them
watching avidly. He had been shocked to discover that they were lesbian lovers. Kathryn,
a Watcher was in her mid thirties and a Mary a Slayer, not yet turned 20. Xander's mind
had been occupied with his imagination on the ramifications of that all the way from
England regarding those two.Giles watched Helmut and Gertrude. She was the Proust Slayer. Giles had been
uncomfortable with his old friend's relationship with his own Slayer. Obviously they were
lovers. He was amazed that two of the 4sets of Slayers sent at this time together had
romantic ties with their watchers. It was usually frowned upon. But he was the last to
talk about forbidden relationships for Slayers... he had after all, let his slayer love a
vampire....Willow watched Xander. He had been 'different' ever since she had 'donated' to Angel.
He had been more possessive, less flighty. He had broken up with Cordelia the week
following her donation in Sunnydale, and had been paying a lot of attention to her. She
hadn't minded... she and Oz had grown apart, and he was going away to college in the
fall. Xander hadn't officially asked her out or anything... he just seemed more 'hers'.
Willow smiled. She had the feeling it was just a matter of time.Their guide stopped and turned toward them again. "Each of these," The pointed out
young girls standing behind her "Will lead you to you quarters.” The girls stepped
forward and collected their charges.
A dark haired beauty stepped forward and collected the Sunnydale Slayerettes. "First I
will review the rules. #1. No window in the main castle is to be opened to the sun. It ruins
the antiques" The woman was obviously uncomfortable explaining the rules. And Buffy
thought she knew who or what the antiques really were. "#2. No Slayer is to go into the
lower level below the first floor, without specific instructions to do so, by the Lady Tirla
herself. #3. If anyone tells you *not* to trust them, or to leave an area, do so
immediately. #4. No vampire is to be killed on premises unless you are specifically
instructed to do so by The Lady Tirla." The young woman took a deep breath and from
person to person. "Do you understand? Any questions?"They all nodded, and then denied questions. She opened a large ornate door into a large
suite consisting of a sitting room with decorative ornate furniture of unknown antiquity.
Several open doors showed lush bedrooms. Buffy looked round. There were four
luxurious bedrooms, obviously one for each of them.In one corner was a computer, which Willow had gravitated to immediately. Buffy
walked up to see Willow reading the note on the monitor. 'Modern journal for the little
Watcher child ~ Tirla.' Willow was immediately playing with the computer with a large
smile. She looked up into the eyes of her compatriots with a blinding smile. "A Gift from
Tirla!""I know what I want as a gift!" By exclaimed as she threw her luggage through a door
claiming one of the rooms as her own. The anti-morning Slayer instinctively chose the
one with the least natural daylight in the room."Be careful what you ask for, you just may get it,” A soft voice said from the door. They
all turned and as the small woman walked into the room. "But then, it was always a
given, Eh, Slayer?" She smiled. "I am your host The Lady Tirla" She nodded her head in
a little bow.Giles was captivated. Here was the founder of the Watchers and the Slayers, a creature
of almost mythical history. It was such an honor to meet and to work with her. Buffy’s
demanding voice broke his fascination."What have you done with Angel?" Buffy verbally attacked The Lady Tirla to Giles
horror. Here was the founder of the Watchers and Slayers, and his slayer was thinking
with her hormones! He glanced at Tirla blushing."Don't worry Watcher. I realize what is important to the young Slayer. I am counting
on it!" Tirla smiled, as she seemed to read his thought. He stopped in confusion. "To
answer your question Buffy, I have been working with him, training him, and picking his
brain to fill out the Watcher Journals. I have been getting him ready for the battle."
Buffy stared at her, her pain showing clearly in her eyes.Tirla walked over to Buffy. She barely came to Buffy's shoulder. Somehow she seemed
so much bigger. "Do you love him?" Tirla asked in a low voice only Buffy heard. "Can
you forgive him for what the Demon did to you and yours when the curse was broken?"
Buffy looked at her. She hadn't even thought of it. She brought her Claddagh ring to her
lips and kissed it. "Yes." was all Buffy could say. Tirla smiled. "Ah young mortal love,"
Tirla laughed. "I will see you later." She withdrew as Buffy watched her.
Buffy found herself with the other seven Slayers in a large dark room. Called
immediately from settling in, they were meeting with the Lady Tirla." This is the final training time for the best Slayers before the final Battle." The Lady
Tirla was addressing the collected Slayers. The darkened ballroom had been changed into
a training ground. "From here, I will choose Slayer Prime. As some of you know I have
several vampires that serve me, some are assisting with the training practice. They and I
prefer it if you do not kill them. Therefore, your 'wooden' stakes are a high grade plastic
for your fights with the vampires. I would prefer it if you struck them with the blunt end,
but if instinct takes over it will prevent killing blows." The slayers looked at one
another. Going up against vampires with plastic stakes? "The plastic stakes will be
painful, but not fatal, to my vampires."Tirla walked back and forth in front of the lineup. "The vampires wear a special lipstick
which will show up on your skin as purple should they achieve a ‘killing’ bite. A quick
bite is all a vampire needs. A vampire's kill strike includes an attack and drain. A
vampire can drain its victim in 3 to 4 seconds." She looked at the eight Slayers. "Any
questions?" They shook their heads."Some of you who arrived earlier have faced some of the trainers, and even the
Cucularaine. Do not give specific information to those who haven't. Let them experience
and learn first hand." Tirla waved for them to line up against the wall. She walked over
to the Watchers leaving the Slayers to chat among themselves."The Cucularaine is brutal" A young dark haired girl spoke aloud to no one in particular.
"No one has even come close to besting him." Her thick Spanish accent made her words
seem more ominous. "You wait," She turned to Buffy "I think he will kick your ass!" She
laughed."We'll see.” Buffy looked around at the dark room they were in. The Watchers were
against the far wall, in chairs watching their slayers. The lighting was dark. The center of
the room was full of boxes and shadows of furniture. Buffy could feel some vampires in
here and one particularly strong one... The Cucularaine?"Your purpose,” Tirla walked up and addressed the Slayers again, "Is to find the journal
in the room, kill the vampires with your stakes without being drained and exit through the
far door with the journal." The Slayers looked at her. The ones, who hadn't tried it yet,
thought it should be simple. The ones, who all ready tried and failed, knew it was far
from simple. None of them had completed the task yet."You first," She pointed to a short dark haired girl. She walked carefully into the
darkened room. Buffy could feel her walking near a vampire...why didn't she react? He
had remained human apparently, and she wasn't picking him up. He had remained human
right up to the kiss he planted on her neck, and then changed to game face. The girl
returned and sat down, numb at how fast she 'died'. Had this been reality, she would have
been dead.Time passed and Buffy watched three others fall with similar swiftness. She glanced
over at the Watchers. They weren't too pleased with how rapidly their Slayers fell. It
was obvious they were dealing with old experienced vampires with good control. Buffy
had experience with Angel's games of sneaking up on her, honed to a sharp skill in full
self-defense when he was Angelus. Her mind replayed Angelus' actions when he newly
lost his soul. She had experienced being hunted by a vampire out of game face, when she
was hunted by Angelus...this would be easier for her. Buffy smiled.Buffy rose when Tirla pointed to her. She walked into the dark room feeling out with her
senses. She slid deeply into Slayer mode, recalling her emotional state and feelings when
Angelus hunted her. Yes, she could feel the old ones, out of game face, waiting for her.
She was on automatic and staked two vampires as they approached in human form,
striking them with the blunt end of the stake. She fought another, and slayed him the
same way.She found the journal on a table and slipped it into her shirt. As she turned to leave, she
felt something threatening. Vampire! She kicked out and connected, followed up with a
roundhouse and several hand blows she turned into the enraged visage of a vampire in
full battle-face. ANGELUS! Her mind screamed in alarm as fear laced through her as
she instinctively kicked him in the chest and then rained blows on him in reflex.He backslapped her across the table and threw himself after her as her stake skittered
away into the darkness. Angelus was attacking her! She was fighting for her life, and she
was going to die! She kicked out hard into his groin and dropped him where he stood;
surprised he fell for that same kick again, a second time.She followed with a brutal kick to the head as a roundhouse to the temple. He dropped
like a brick. She broke a leg off a chair and dropped onto him, ramming the wooden chair
leg as a stake into his chest. She missed his heart by centimeters."STOP!" Tirla screamed as she ran over to them. Buffy was leaning on the stake she
had just rammed through Angelus' chest pinning him like a bug to the floor. Buffy looked
down as the battle rage left her, into Angel's fear filled eyes as Tirla pulled her off him
and threw her across the room. Horrified at what she had done, Buffy bolted out the
door...
A few moments earlier:Angel waited in the dark. None of the Slayers ever got far enough into the room for him
to deal with. None got close enough to the book to justify his attention. These Slayers
were good, but nowhere near Buffy's skills. He missed her with a sharp pain. He
wondered if she would come to Tirla's castle. He wanted to see her so much, but he
knew if she came, she would go into the final battle. No, if it would keep her safe, he
hoped he would never see her again.A Slayer walked over and picked up the book he was supposed to be guarding while he
was daydreaming of Buffy. While he daydreamed, she walked right by him and got the
damned book! Frowning at himself, and his lapse of attention, he jumped at her in full
game face in a full out attack. He was caught napping, but the slayer would regret it.She kicked out suddenly and caught him in the chest, and roundhouse kicked him and
then followed up with a battery of hand blows to his face and neck. He exploded into pain
as she rained blows on him. He glanced into her face and saw Buffy in full Slayer mode.A fearsome visage, and usually the last one a vampire ever sees, before she killed them.
Rage at her betrayal laced through him as he realized she was really hurting him. The
demon in him growled for release, to punish her for the audacity of her attack. His hand
was already in motion before he realized it, and he backslapped her across a table. He
then threw himself after her. If he could just pin her down and make her see reason. Her
stake was thrown into the darkness.She rolled over in a swift move and was on her feet. She kicked out faster than he could
react and once again Angel found he was sinking to the ground after a groin shot. He
was beyond thinking as the pain enveloped him.He felt her kick him in the head a round house to the temple he never saw coming.. He
sank into blackness... Angel awoke screaming as he felt wood being driven into his chest.
She was straddling him ramming the stake home through his chest. Angel looked up into
her eyes feeling betrayed, and fear filled him as he saw not Buffy his lover, but The
Slayer's eyes. Buffy was going to kill him!He heard a yell, and Buffy was ripped off him. Tirla was pulling the stake out and it
came free with a gush of blood and pain. He could feel his blood leaking away, and with
it, his life and strength. He lay there feeling his strength drain away. Emotional pain
outreached the physical pain. Buffy hated him... she tried to kill him.... There was
nothing...Tirla picked up his head and brought his mouth to her neck. "Drink," she told him. On
pure instinct he sank his fangs into her neck. The blood swelled up into his mouth and
was like nothing he ever tasted. A thousand time stronger than Slayer's blood. Better
even than his first taste of vampire blood from Darla. He felt power seep into him along
with the blood. He realized this nectar was the blood of an ancient vampire distilled over
the centuries... Surprised, he felt no demonic possession in her blood, just a soothing
strengthening feeling as he healed. She pulled him away after a short time and he
reluctantly let her go.Angel lay there stunned. He looked up at Tirla. He couldn't believe she blessed him with
her blood. Giles came up behind Tirla saying something about Buffy... Angel just lay
there shocked trying to think about what happened.
Buffy ran. *Oh my god! Angelus is trying to kill me! * She ran until she couldn't go a
step farther and fell to the floor on her knees in tears. A young girl, another Slayer tried
to talk to her but Buffy was beyond communicating. She just hugged herself and cried.Anna had seen many a Slayer come out of those training room in tears. This was the first
through that particular door however. She also had the book! Whatever had occurred
at training had severely traumatized her greatly. So Anna just sat next to her and kept a
hand on her shoulder in quiet support.Anna glanced up and saw the Cucularaine and a Watcher approaching. The Cucularaine
looked like hell, chest covered in blood, clothing shredded. Signs of a recent feed on his
lips. He was approaching the blonde Slayer, who was oblivious to his approach.Before Anna could rouse the crying girl, she erupted into a flying kick and sent the
Cucularaine flying back into the Watcher. "You Son of a Bitch!" Buffy screamed at
Angel, as she pummeled him again dropping him to his knees. "I...AM...TIRED...OF
YOUR...BULLSHIT!" she screamed at him, punctuating it with blows from her hands
and feet. He landed on his back and vainly tried to protect himself.Buffy grabbed a wooden candlestick, struck the ground shattering it and started forward
to stake Angelus. Angel could just stare in disbelief. If she wanted to kill him for the
crimes he did to her... then so be it. Angel remained on his knees in penance waiting her
killing blow.Giles couldn't believe Buffy was actually going to kill Angel! Giles flung himself in front
of Angel, putting his body between the Slayer and her prey. "No Buffy... NO!"Buffy stopped. Why did Giles protect Angelus? "Get out of my way Giles. Angelus has
fucked with me for the last time. I should have done this sooner!" She growled and
made a move toward Angel who stared at her in horror and resignation."He is not Angelus Buffy." Giles cried.
"Bullshit! He attacked me!" Buffy cried. She couldn't allow herself even begin to hope.
"He is Angel! It was just a training exercise!" Giles grabbed her arms. "He didn't even
know it was you!" Giles started to see her slow. No mater how dangerous it was to
Angel, Giles was proud to see her this way. She was a formidable Slayer."Oh my God!" She looked at Angel. He kneeled on the floor, head bent avoiding her
eyes. "I nearly killed you," She stared at him. Gone was Angelus' arrogance. It WAS
Angel! Giles started to pull her up to standing."Where the hell have you been? Why did you leave me?" Buffy screamed at Angel, her
pain raw in her throat. "You want to be with Tirla more than me, then damn it, go back
to her! You son of a bitch!" She turned and bolted.Angel just kneeled on the floor in shock watching her run, dumfounded. *What the hell?
* He looked up at Giles in total confusion. "Go after her Angel. Leave her in this state
and
I will stake you myself!" Giles growled at him. Angel got up and followed her.
Giles found Angel awhile later, sitting in a hallway dejectedly. He sat down on the bench
next to the vampire. Angel looked up into Giles eyes. Giles was unsure how anyone
could have so much pain in his or her eyes. "I lost her. She went outside into the sun,
where she knew I couldn't follow." Bloody tears filled his eyes.Giles looked at the dejected Angel. Here was the man who killed Jenny, the woman he
loved. No, it wasn't like that. The body housed the demon that killed Jenny. He couldn't
blame Angel for the demon's work. "I still hate Angelus for killing Jenny," Giles told him
softly as he looked away from the vampire's pain filled eyes. "But we need all our
strengths to survive the coming battle. Buffy needs you and loves you. All the pain and
distress she felt when you were changed... she never dealt with it. Now she has to. She is
hurting emotionally right now, and you know how she gets when she is hurting.
Remember how she was after the battle with the master?" Angel nodded. "She has to
get this thing settled with you, or it is going to kill her!"Angel knew Giles was right. "I know, but how? I can't go into the sun after her!" The
vampire said softly. He would, if he knew it would help… But he knew it wouldn't.Giles sighed. "She'll come in, or it will get dark eventually. Just for Gods sake Angel,
don't let her push you away or walk away from you unless you really want to bury her!"
Angel looked at Giles. *Bury her? No! Nothing can happen to Buffy! *"Angel," Giles went on. "She has been through hell, and you loosing your soul was only
the beginning. She is on the edge. I am sure she cannot tell reality from fear right now. I
know you Angel. You want to crawl into a hole after what you've done, and damn you,
part of me really wants to kick you there... but she needs you. I am her Watcher and I
must put her needs first at all times. She needs you Angel. She never stopped loving
you. Even when you were repossessed, she loved you. Now she needs you. Don't fail
her!" Giles got up and left him sitting dejectedly in the hall. *Loves me? After all I did.
All the horrible things I said and did? She loves me?* Befuddled, Angel walked slowly
back to his quarters to change.
By lunch time all the Slayers had knew about Buffy besting the Cucularaine and obtaining
the book on her first time through the training gauntlet. She had obtained the title from
Tirla of Slayer Prime. She had gone through the room, killed the vampires and totally
thrashed the Cucularaine. When he followed her into the hall it was reported she
thrashed him again, quite soundly. The other Slayers were totally impressed. Her odd
actions however, were a source of total confusion to them. She was the best!Tirla found her outside basking in the sun. Tirla stood off to the side in the deep shade
and called Buffy over to her. "Buffy, You're Slayer Prime. I have always known you to
be so, but the others, they needed to see it themselves. They will follow you now." The
Slayer looked distracted and destitute. Tirla realized her being named Slayer prime was
the last thing on her mind.Buffy looked up at her with tears in her eyes. "Why take Angel? Why him?"
Tirla looked into Buffy's pain filled eyes. It was time to tell the Child the truth. "Angel
just developed. I read the prophecies. I would travel the world and ensoul vampires that
I thought would or could be, the Cucularaine. They all eventually committed suicide. A
few didn't but they were useless, unable to fight. I ensouled Angel on pure impulse, and
had done so vicariously through the gypsies. I never even thought of him as potential
Cucularaine. I wanted to punish him for harming my Gypsies. However, he is the only
one to survive longer than a year that is still capable of battle. I realized 50 years ago it
was him."Buffy looked at Tirla. "50 years? Why let him love me and then take him away from
me? Why return his soul, and then take him?" Buffy stood there looking at Tirla, her
manner full of total dejection, tears sliding down her face. No matter how powerful a
Slayer she was, she was still a seventeen-year-old girl with the pain of losing her first
love."I didn't do it to hurt you child. I did it to save the world, and to keep it for mankind."
Tirla spoke kindly. Hurting this child further would be meaningless. "After I returned his
soul, I knew he needed healing time. You needed to let him go for him to do that. I also
knew you would be unable to give him the time and the space he needed to do it. So I did
what needed to be done." Tirla placed her hand on Buffy's cheek, and wiped away her
tear."He has never stopped loving you child. He loves you more than life itself. Take time
now, but go find him tonight...show him you love him.” Hope blossomed in the Slayer's
eyes. Tirla continued, "This time there is no clause in the curse. Nothing will reverse the
ensoulment spell. What happened before between you causing him to loose his soul will
never happen again." Tirla turned and was gone before Buffy could speak.Buffy sat in the Sun she could never share with Angel and thought.
"Hi.” Buffy walked up to Willow who was sitting at a dining table eating lunch
"Hi Buffy." Willow smiled. She missed her friend lately. Giles had told her about the
fight with Angel. She knew Buffy would tell her in her own way in her own time."Angel's here,” Buffy sat down and sighed. "I spoke with Tirla this afternoon." and she
recounted the conversation. "What am I to do Will? I love him, but I am so mad at him. I
thought I wanted him back, now he’s Angel and I tried to kill him. He must hate me!""Buffy," Willow looked at the Slayer. "Carpe Diem". Buffy looked at her shocked for a
moment... and then smiled..."Yeah... 'Fish of the day' " and Buffy laughed remembering their earlier conversation
along those lines. She smiled. She had a long day ahead of her and longer until the night
when she could seek out Angel. Buffy smiled.
Giles and Buffy, Willow and Xander were sitting at a long table eating dinner. Five girls
came up and sat on the end of the long table involved in their own conversation and
oblivious to them. They appeared to be the hired help.The blonde was making comments as she was trying to eat. "Yeah, I agree, he is
gorgeous! He really checked me out when I first arrived, but then he ignored me!" The
blonde whined and the dark haired girl laughed as the blonde frowned."Leave it. That one is obviously spoken for," The dark haired on spoke with a thick Irish
brogue. "He's a wearin' a Claddagh. The man has given another his heart and soul. Ye
re a wasten' ye time." She laughed."Oh, but those eyes are to die for!" The blonde sighed "As well of the rest of him!"
"Aye, to die for is right, I reckon." She took a deep drink of her glass. "But you know
he is one of Tirla's long lived. Rumor has it he's over two hundred, and a mean streak
the size of the Nile. Now, what good to you is a two hundred year old bonded vampire?"
She giggledBuffy's interest was perked. She butted into the conversation. "Whom are you talking
about?" Buffy pretty much had an idea it was Angel."Ha, she's setting to flip her skirts at Angelus, it is a waste of time I tell ye'. Julia did
that, when he first arrived. Even showed up in his chambers awhile ago wearin' naught
but a towel and a smile and he put her into the hall wearin' the towel and no smile." The
girl laughed. "He hasn't taken to any of us up on anything. Don't waste your time. He is
a good Irish boy wearin' a Claddagh. That means somewhere there is a woman who has
him, mind, body and soul."Buffy was pleased. "No One? Not a one?" Buffy asked smiling.
"Aye, no one" The girl replied. "It isn't as if we all haven't tried. He's taken’ to locking
his door" they giggled."Where can I find him?" Buffy needed to find him... She needed to apologize and to see
if he would forgive her for almost killing him, twice."This hour? Asleep of course, He may be up later... he will be training the Slayers to
fight. Now there is a bunch who probably won't be interested in him that way!" The
girls laughed at the idea of a vampire and a Slayer."Don't count on it." Xander mumbled as he took his tray back to the kitchen. Buffy and
Willow gave him a dirty look. The girls looked after him in surprise.
Dinner was over. Buffy had trained with Giles all afternoon. Nights without the modern
conveniences and distractions were boring. She was totally bored and was wandering
around the castle checking things out. On impulse she walked into a library. There,
sitting at a table reading an old book, was Angel.She just stood there and watched him read. He was holding his hands up with his elbows
on the table. His fingers played with his Claddagh ring. He was so handsome. His hair
was slightly mussy, the way she liked it. He was dressed in dark tones, and she drank the
sight in. He was peaceful and totally unconscious of his beauty. Buffy's heart rate
increased and she felt an internal need and heat building for him. Would he hate her for
what she did?"Angel?" He heard Buffy's voice soft and questioning. Startled, he looked up into her
eyes as she stood in the doorway. She appeared hesitant, almost poised for flight. She
looked afraid, and at the same time hopeful."Buffy." he stood slowly. He didn't want to spook her. She could do a lot of damage
when threatened... he remembered that little fact all too well. He started toward her and
she stepped back and flinched. His mind reminded him of the horrible things he had done
to her as Angelus, and their recent fight. He grimaced to himself as he realized she was
afraid of him. Where before she had been ridiculously confident of him, now she feared
him!"Buffy, I am so sorry" He stopped his advance toward her and held his hands out,
beseeching her for forgiveness. "I am so sorry..."Suddenly, she was in his arms, crushing her lips to his. He felt her bone-crushing hug,
which would have snapped the spine and crippled a normal human. She reached up and
pulled him into a voracious kiss. She kissed him thoroughly, breaking off only when she
*had* to breath."Oh Angel," She whispered to him. She was crying and hugging and kissing him. "I
thought I lost you forever!" She couldn't get enough of him... running her hands over him
and hugging him and kissing him... he loved it."Sshhhhh, I am here” He held her tightly. She squirmed, and when he relaxed and
loosened his grip on her, she took a deep breath. She just held him and cried. He felt her
warm hands running all over his face, chest, and shoulders and through his hair. She was
starved for him, unable to get enough of him.He was doing the same. He felt her soft hair as he ran his fingers through it, the softness
of her skin as he stroked her face and arms. His coldness used to distract her, now it
inflamed her! Her skin was electric where his cold skin touched hers."I love you,” She whispered softly into his ear as she hugged him. "I missed you so
much!" She ran her nails down the side of his neck, and he moaned in pleasure."I love you Buffy,” he groaned as she ran her nails down his back. "OH God, I had
thought I had lost you forever." He held her, taking in her womanly scent. She smelled
so much more a woman than he remembered.His mind went back to the night of her birthday. It was her birthday, but she had given
him the gift. The gift of her love and then her body but most of all the trust she had
shown him. That trust still touched him to this day. For the Slayer to have opened
herself up to a vampire, to that degree, was a gift beyond anything he could have ever
asked, dreamed or hoped for.He just held her. All he ever wanted in life was now right here, in his arms. The end of
the world was potentially coming, and to hell with the 'right and wrong' of a vampire
loving the Slayer! All they had was the now, and the tomorrow wasn't promised and
quite possibly literally to hell with it!"Buffy, can we go somewhere more..." He drifted off. What if she didn't want to be
alone with him? She had tried to kill him. Maybe she didn't want him..." Oh YES!" She kissed him deeply eradicating his fear.