Chapter two -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 03:28:35 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter two
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

�Why Sara?� Irons hid the irritation in his voice. He knew about Ian�s growing infatuation for Sara, but the thought that she may feel something in return, no matter how minute, had bothered him greatly.

�I have a few more questions I wanted to ask him.�

She wanted to know exactly what happened the night of the Irish massacre. Sara was sure he was the only one coherent enough to remember since the others were�dead. Everything about that night had been a blur. All she could remember was John dying in her arms and then Jake waking her up, helping her out of the warehouse before the police got there. She was still unsure how the blade got back on her arm. But these were questions she needed to ask Nottingham not Irons. She had no doubt Nottingham had told Irons everything; he was still Irons� servant, wasn�t he? Sara tried to get some reassurance by discreetly rubbing the blade and in return she felt it warm up once again on her arm. �You definitely have something to tell me, don�t you?� Sara thought sarcastically.

�Why detective, is Ian another one of your suspects again?" Sara hated that smirk and just wanted to knock it off his face with the Witchblade.

�Well Mr. Irons that�s between Nottingham and myself.� Irons� grip had tightened on the handle of the cane as he eyed Sara shrewdly. He was sure there was something more to Sara�s inquiry about Ian. Irons could not afford to speculate on what they would be discussing. He needed to know and Sara was adamant on not telling him. A plan had started to formulate in his mind, to put forward his plans he needed to act on it immediately.

�I will relay your message to Ian that you wish to speak to him, Sara. Now if you will excuse me I can only eat so much crow at one sitting.� Irons ended the conversation with a pert nod.

Without another word Irons turned his back on Sara and headed back towards to the open window. Not needing any other encouragement, Sara took her leave.

Sara�s patience was weaning thin. Just before she left Irons� office she heard the distance sound of a thunderstorm brewing outside. Now she would have to ride her Buell in the rain if she didn�t hurry and leave. Sara stared at the closed metal doors, frustrated she jabbed the down button once more. �Should have used the stairs instead� She thought. She had taken a step when suddenly the light indicator above flashed and the metal doors hissed opened. Quickly turning she got in. Sara was grateful the car was empty; she really did not need the company on the long flight down.

She pressed the first floor button and just when the doors were about to close the dark enigma gracefully squeezed in. Without a second thought Sara pushed at a button that hesitantly left the doors open. With a finger still on the button she stuck her head out of the elevator hoping to catch someone who was going down. She may not have wanted the company earlier, but now was the time she hoped someone was coming. To her disappointment there was no one else but the assassin and the cop. Sara turned her head to glance at Nottingham who found a corner and stood at parade rest with his head bowed.

Shaking her head she let out a loud sigh, and removed her finger from the switch. �This is going to be a long trip down� Sara thought to herself. She had wanted to talk to Nottingham but now wasn�t the time. All she had wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and try to forget the rest of the day. They had passed eight floors in an uncomfortable silence. Nottingham refused to look up from his bowed head and Sara obviously did not want to talk.

With his head bowed, Nottingham looked up from beneath his lashes, noticing Sara�s raising agitation. She stood near the control panel with her back towards the wall of the elevator, arms crossed at her chest, her helmet dangling from her right hand. The Witchblade glowing a light red, yes she was agitated. Apparently she wasn�t trusting to turn her back to him and she kept her gazed locked on him. It had hurt to think he was the cause of her uneasiness. When all he had wanted, since the moment she was discovered to be the true wielder, was to serve her to the best of his ability. But they had started on a bad note and everything from then on had just gotten worst. She neither liked nor trusted him and being associated with Kenneth Irons only added to the hatred she already had towards him. As much as Ian wanted for her to trust him he knew the opportunity had been lost.

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