Chapter one -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 22:39:15 05/20/02 Mon
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter one
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

Some of you(readers) may know that I crave on reviews(it does wonders on my ego and feeds my muses too). So please feel free and let me know what you think. I must warn you though I don't do to well with flaming..I burn too easily ;) Enjoy!!

A/N: I�ve been bitten by the writers block bug and I�m slowly recovering so please bear with me with this story.

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Stabbing the down button with more force then needed Sara stood impatiently as she waited for the elevator car to arrive. Her grip tightens on the hold she had on her helmet, which was already secure under her arm. All she had wanted to do was get out of her dress blues and go home. Her day hadn�t started out too bad, yet any day away from Dante was considered a good day. However it had gotten worst when she arrived at court to testify for two older cases. What could have been a few hours in court had dragged out to be six hours. And just when she was about ready to head home, Irons calls her on her cell phone and insisted on seeing her in his office at Vorshlag. She really did not want to deal with the man but she knew Irons wouldn�t take no for an answer, which would only end up with him sending his lapdog for her.

�Might as well get this over with� she thought as she rode the Buell over to Vorshlag.

Still standing waiting for the damn elevator, thoughts of their conversation ran through her mind. It had been quite aberrant of Irons� to call her, wanting to apologize. Yet she knew the man always had something up his sleeves. Kenneth Irons never does any thing that wouldn�t benefit him in some form or another.

�What the hell do you want this time, Irons? I�m having a bad day and I really don�t need this shit from you.�

Sara stood in the middle of his lavish yet sparsely furnished office at Vorshlag Industries. When she entered she was surprise Nottingham hadn�t been lurking around in a corner somewhere. Apparently he had been keeping his distance lately. Since that day on the field with him kicking the crap out of Jake, and the night before when he came to her saying that he was turning himself in. However, he never made a confession. Well that wasn�t entirely true; he did make one, a profession. �I love you, in unguarded moments.� She had been so stunned from his strange behavior she didn�t know how to respond. Instead she tried to get him to confess his involvement in the Parsegien/Wolfe homicide. It had proven to be a waste of time and the Witchblade hadn�t given a hand in helping her solve the case. She had been assailed with images of Nottingham and voices she couldn�t quite understand.

�I called you here to apologize� Sara tried to push the thoughts of Nottingham aside as Irons spoke over his shoulder.

He had been standing at the only open window of his office when Sara arrived, staring out into the already setting sun, behind it the dark sky was turning an ugly gray, a rainstorm no doubt. He finally turned to Sara tearing his gaze from the view. Inadvertently Sara notices the cane he uses to carefully make his way towards her. She had to stifle a gasp; the Kenneth Irons that stood in front of her now wasn�t the same man she met months ago. His once vibrant, youthful image had been replaced by something old and well beyond his years.

�Behold the future, Sara� Irons watch as Sara tried to regain her composure, shaking her head and blinking back the confusion.

�Ah, you said something about apologizing. For what?�

Kenneth shifted his weight and leaned heavily on his cane. Shaking his head trying to find the words he could use to capture Sara�s sympathy. Here was a woman who held his future, his life in the palm of her hands. Since passing the Periculum her entire body had undergone a dramatic change. The same blood that courses through her body could very well save his life. And yet she had no idea the importance of her existence.

�When I first met you my only interest was in the Witchblade. I offered you the world on a silver platter. But that was not altruistic and genuine. You rejected me and you had the right to do so.�

�Apology not required but accepted.� Sara stared disbelievingly at Irons.

�And yet when you came to me for help I refused out of�bitterness.�

�But you came through in the end, two million dollars worth.� Though he had rejected her earlier that day Sara recalled Nottingham arriving at the warehouse with the leather satchel no doubt full of the money Irons provided. Even she had been touched and shocked by Irons actions. But that didn�t mean she trusted him. However things didn�t go as planned, she still lost John to death by the hands of that Fiona woman.

Kenneth shook his head. It was never his intention to pay the ransom. He sent Ian empty handed with only the order to retrieve the Witchblade from the pretender. Leaving Sara and her lover to fend for themselves. To his disappointment Ian had returned without the blade and Sara was still alive. The only satisfaction he had was the fact that Conchobar was no longer a part of Sara�s life. However, he knew the bard�s life would have come to a rather painful end sooner or later. Like he told Sara �history tended to repeat itself.�

It was foretold in the tome that held Cathain�s legend. Though the reasons why Conchobar died had been on those missing pages, Irons� wasn�t about to inform Sara or Ian for that matter. Let her think what she wishes of her innocent Conchobar and Ian had no way of knowing the role he played. It was sheer luck those pages where missing; Irons had retained some control over the situation.

�That was Ian�s doing��

Sara�s eyes widen as she stared incredulous at Irons. She couldn�t believe it. It wasn�t Irons that came through for her in the end. It was Nottingham? She wanted to question why but the words were stuck in her throat. She tried her best to focus her attention to Irons continued ramblings but she still could not apprehend the news about Nottingham. He provided the money? Two million dollars was not pocket change, just where did he get a hold of that kind of money? Most importantly why did he do it?

�Relax Sara, I would do anything to please you� the image of him flashed once more in her mind.

��He shammed me into realizing I was consigning you to death by refusing to help you. So I express my heartfelt regrets. I ask for your forgiveness.� Blinking back the confusion, Sara nodded her acceptance.

She was still dumbfounded by the revelation of Nottingham providing the two million dollars. What else had he done for her? Besides the fact he had saved her ass more then once on occasion. She felt the Witchblade warm up on her arm. She pushed the urge to look down at the blade. If it was going to thrust her into another vision she wanted to make sure she was alone and as far away from Irons as possible.

�Should you need anything from me in the future, anything I am in your service�

�Where is Nottingham now?� Sara had suddenly grown curious about him.

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