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Date Posted: 21:54:32 06/26/03 Thu
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: Chapter 4
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Endings and Beginnings" on 21:44:30 06/26/03 Thu

Sara looked at him with disbelief, he said it so devoid of emotion she wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly. "He what?"

"He killed her."

Before she could ask another question the blade threw her into a vision:

****A willowy elegant young woman squares her shoulders and storms into Irons's study.

"Evangeline." he says without turning from his usual place before the fire.

"Kenneth, I am leaving and am taking the children with me."

Irons turned with a cold sneer, "what brought out these natural instincts my dear? Certainly you realize that spending two hours a day instructing them and reading them bedtime stories does not make you a mother."

"I am not an ideal mother, Kenneth, I realize that. But you have changed, you've become more obsessed with that damn Witchblade, it has a hold on you and that little show with Ian today? HOW could you give a five year old that ring?"

"It is his birthright, is it not?" He purred.

"Yes, when he is of age, not now, if he wears is now he could unconsciously utilize some of its powers, I do not want him to become an outcast because of it. He is shy and tenderhearted, school with be difficult enough without add the turmoil of Excalibur."

"You will not tell me how to raise my son," he hissed.

Her voice raised and her soft features hardened, "I saw you strike him today. HE IS MARKED KENNETH!"

"Ian needs to see their is a reaction to every action. He was not watchful in what he was doing and destroyed a Ming Vase. Everything in this house has value, some objects however have been well used and are no longer proving to be valuable although their beauty still remains," he cupped her cheek and ran a hand through thick black curls. He wrapped his hand around her neck forcing her to look up at him, "I gave him that ring to teach him no matter what people say of him, his destiny is far greater than these pedestrian sycophants that surround us. Understand?"

She glared at him with blazing amber eyes.

"He understands not to wear the ring on his finger, I gave it to him on a chain to place around his neck, do not attack me with accusations you know nothing of."

"You will not strike him again, I do not care how important you perceive yourself."

"I can and will do what I see fit with my children!"

"I should have known you couldn't be reasoned with," she wrenched free of him and turned sharply to leave, her heel caught in the oriental rung. She fell back in slow motion towards the heart, "Kenneth please."

He caught her wrist, "We must all remember are value at times like this, Evangeline. You will not take my progeny. I had hoped to bring you full into this little family but you have resisted and rebelled. Now, I feel your presence is no longer necessary." He pulled her up by her wrist then suddenly let her go. Her head hit the hearth with a sickening thud. Kenneth looked down at the body of the woman who had bore his two children with neither regret nor remorse, the children would be easier to control. He smirked to himself and turned to see Ian standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Son, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Is she dead?"

"Yes, son she is, she caught one of her foolish heels in the rug, tripped and struck her head."

"But you pulled her up, then let her go, why?"

"Ian, I tried to catch her but lost my grip on her wrist, she fell."
"You were arguing."

"Adults often argue, now run off to bed, I must call Dr. Immo to see to your mother."

"Call the police."

"Excuse me?" It amused him greatly to see such a serious and commanding expression coming from this diminutive imp.

"This is wrong, call the police."

Simon, the head of security came by, "there you are," he said pointing to Ian. "Shall I put him to bed sir?

"No, Simons. Evangeline fell moments ago and struck her head, killing her instantly. Young Ian, has accused me of murder and wishes an investigation."

"All of this can be taken care of internally, Sir."

"Yes, I know, but I wish him to learn a lesson. Call someone from the 11th Precinct."

Scene switches the 11th. "Jimmy we got a roll out," a young Joe Siri yelled out.

"Daddy," Sara whispered.

"Just give me a sec to call Sara and tell her goodnight."

"No time, this is a hot one."

"Joe!"

"Come on, the ‘wife'" he made quotes in the air, "of Kenneth Irons struck her head on a heart and is now deceased. The five year old son says the father had her by the wrist pulling her up then let her go. Now, he's demanding an investigation."

James Pezzini looked at Joe in disbelief, "he's five you said?"

"Yep, talked to the kid over the phone, extremely intelligent. I think Irons letting him do this to work through his shock and grief but who knows."

They entered the palatial Irons estate and were led to a sitting room by Simon. "Ian is in here, Mr. Irons is making arrangements for Miss Evangeline. We would have handled this internally but the boy was so insistent Mr. Irons felt it would be best to humor him."

The entered the room to find a little dark haired boy fiddling with something on a chain. James Pezzini knelt down in front of him, "hi, son. My name is Jimmy and this is my partner, Joe. What's your name?"

"Ian Christian Nottingham."

"How old are you?"

"I will be 6 years old in five days."

"Wow, I've got a little girl about your age, her name's Sara."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Yeah, now why don't you tell us what you saw."

"They were arguing and Mother turned really fast and started to fall. Father caught her wrist. I couldn't hear what they were saying but could tell she was scared. He pulled her up by towards him and I thought he was going to save her but then he let her go. He didn't even try to help her. He saw me and told me she was dead."

"You didn't see anyone else in the room did you, son?"

"No, sir."

"Do they fight a lot?"

"No, sir."

"Alright Ian, we're going to go check out the study." Jimmy pulled out his wallet, "I'm gonna give you my card and if you remember anything else give me a call ok."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Ian bent down to pick up something that fell from the detectives wallet, it was a picture of a little girl. "Is that Sara?"

Jimmy grinned, "Yeah, it is. We aren't supposed to keep personal photo's on us but I like to keep her close to me." Smiling down at the boy he stood up and found himself face to face with Kenneth Irons.

"Has Ian been cooperative, Detective?"

"Yes, he's an exceptional little boy."

"He certainly is. And it is far past his bed time. Ian, Simon will take you up to bed, you get some rest alright?"

"Yes, sir." He slid off the large couch and padded out the room. "Good night."

"Good night, son."

"Detective's if you will come this way, I will show you where my poor Evangeline is."

After questioning Irons, the detectives returned to their car. "What do you think, Joe?"

Joe shrugged, "Could go either way, stink won't stick to Irons, so even if I thought there was a case, it would be impossible to pursue. Cute kid, though, I feel for him."

"Yeah, me too." James Pezzini had a feeling that those big amber eyes would haunt him for a while. ****

Sara was pulled back to the present and found herself staring into those eyes that haunted her father. "They never could do anything could they?"

"No, it was a word of a child against an enigma, there was no evidence for them to work with. It was my first lesson in the futility of standing up against my father."

"Let's not discuss it anymore, Sara. It is over. No sense rehashing it all."

"My dad and Joe were the detectives."

"I had forgotten. They were both very kind."

"Were you close to you close to your mother?"

He shrugged, "not really. She taught us to read and write, she came to tell us bedtime stories, other than that we rarely saw her. Servants woke us, fed us, clothed us, then at 10am took us to the conservatory to her until noon, then back to the kitchen, we didn't see her until we were tucked into bed. It was a very Victorian upbringing."

"What about scraped knee's and stomach aches, or bad dreams?"

"I took care of Kaileen in those cases."

Sara sighed already knowing the answer to the question, "who took care of you?"

"I did." He stood quickly and walked away, then turned back to her. "You see why I need to raise her myself? Why I won't hire someone to do it? I don't want that little girl to end up like me. At 5 I knew what a family should be like without really having one. I remembered from past lives. He dangled his love and approval out of my reach like a carrot on a stick above a mule, show me a bit of affection then snatch it away. I loved him, I still love him, I can't seem to help myself, but I will be damnned if I will treat my niece, my daughter like he treated Kaileen and me. I don't ever want her to go to sleep wishing and hoping that someone will come to save her if there is a monster under the bed."

"You're going to do fine Ian, I know it. And if you screw up, I'll put you in the box and knock you around a bit." She winked at him.

He chuckled at her, "thank you." He got very serious, "Sara, why are you doing this?"

"Because despite our rocky and I do mean rocky association, you have always eventually done what was right for me. In your own convoluted way you've always helped, the whole assasination thing being the exception but I know that was Irons's doing so your exempt from that one. And whether I like it or not, we have a history, strange as it is. I can tell you I opened a portal and fought a demon and you won't demand my badge and gun." She raised her wrist, "this thing likes you and for the most part she has pretty good instincts."

He smiled and nodded, "I think I may go for a run before calling it a night."

"Have fun." Poor guy, she knew what he'd wanted to hear but still didn't understand her feelings for him. At times she he annoyed her more than anyone she had ever know and other times she felt like she'd known him for centuries. He desperately needed someone to love him, someone to comfort that little boy he kept hidden. Maybe he and Ainsley would raise one another, they both needed the unconditional love the other one was offering. A 30 year old child raising and infant, things were going to get interesting.

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