Chapter four -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 01:30:36 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter four
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Returning home" on 01:24:48 05/21/02 Tue

Sara looked up and to her surprise Nottingham stepped out of the shadows, his once graceful moves not evident. His movements were slower and staggered. He knelt down to retrieve the Witchblade from the pretender, Fiona. He stared into the red stone of the Witchblade, as if it was speaking to him. No words were said, but Sara continued to watch Ian taking his hood along with the skycap from his head. Dark locks covered his face as he bowed his head to the Witchblade and what appeared to be making, what? An oath? She was not sure. He stood and to her surprise faced her. As if they were there together in that warehouse, not some dream. For the first time he had not bowed his head or averted his eyes. He boldly looked deeply into her eyes. The pain and anguish she seen in those eyes was unmistakable.

It may have been her dream, but it was Sara who averted her eyes, the intensity in those dark eyes had captured her heart. All that lost passion coming from a man like, Ian Nottingham. He seemed to be looking straight into her soul. She couldn�t pull herself to look at him again. It was all too much for her to take. Instead she concentrated on the wet spot on his sweater. He was shot, probably bleeding to death, and all he could do was stand there, and look at her.

He stood so close to her she swore she could feel his body heat. Sara could feel the hot tears, she never knew she had, roll down her face. Wait! Your not supposed to feel in your dreams. This was a dream, right? Right! So if she took her hand and placed it over his wound she wouldn�t be able to feel the solid form of his chest, the warmth of his blood, or the heat of his body.

Sara took the chance, eyes still averted from Ian�s; she raised her hand and covered the wound with her right palm. This was way beyond confusion tolerance. She could actually feel his body, the warmth, and the blood, even his beating heart. Sara froze as she watched Ian place the Witchblade back on her wrist. The red stone swirled in approval and began to intensify. The room began to grow an eerie red. The warehouse had disappeared; the presence of death was gone. As if the red glow had engulfed them in a protective cocoon. The only ones that mattered at that moment were there in each other�s arms.

Placing a gloved finger under her chin, he gently spoke �Sara, look at me�

Sara gasped as she watched the tears roll down his face. Here a man who she thought was void of any real emotions was crying. Why? Finally green and caramel eyes locked with each other. At that moment, Sara, realized the real reason he would never look at her, head always bowed.

Danny once told her �The eyes are the windows to a person�s soul.� She never quite understood what he meant until now. Ian Nottingham held so much raw emotions in those dark eyes.

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Chapter five -- Spin, 01:32:24 05/21/02 Tue