Chapter five -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 01:32:24 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter five
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Returning home" on 01:24:48 05/21/02 Tue

�The Witchblade is pleased that it has been returned to its rightful owner.�

�Ian..� she whispered.

�Shh..� Ian lightly placed a finger across her lips.

�Sara, the blade was angry at you for abandoning it to that Irish pretender. Irons being right about one thing, the blade was jealous of your involvement with your lover.� Ian looked away as he said the last word. Still not looking at her, Ian continued.

�The blade would have surely punished you, by taking your lover�s life.�

�Why? He hasn�t done anything� Sara still could not understand how a piece of metal and stone feel at all let alone feel jealous.

Ian didn�t say anything; maybe he wasn�t to sure himself. There were still so many mysteries surrounding the Witchblade. The web it so cleverly weaved, the connections, everything. Yet he knew there were always a reason the Witchblade toys with the souls around it. Why? Kenneth once told Sara that only the true wielder could know all the secrets of the Witchblade. Until she learns to control the blade they were left in the dark.

�Either you�re not telling me something or you really don�t know. So what is it Nottingham?�

�I don�t know�

�Good for the first time he was just as confused as she was� Sara thought.

�Apparently the blade didn�t take his life, why?�

�Because I sacrificed mine instead. My blood was spilt protecting you, the true wielder.�
Ian knew by risking his life for her the blade would see Sara to be a worthy vessel. And upon passing the Periculum, like he knew she would, the blade will no longer consider to abandon her. To finally reveal the secrets it held within. He had so much to tell her but by some force of will �his, -Irons, or even �the Witchblade he could not.

Sara could only stare at Ian�s bowed head.

�The blade evidently agreed, by giving you the chance to kill that Irish wench.�

Sara recalls the instant satisfaction she got when she emptied five rounds into that bitch.

�Why did you risk you life for me?� the words came out as a whisper. Deep down she knew why. She needed to hear it once more to be sure.

Ian returned his gaze, caressing the side of her cheek with his gloved hand. All the while slowly lowering his lips to hers.

�I love you, Sara. Like the Witchblade, I am back where I belong.�

Tears began to well in her eyes as he professed his love for her once more. Their lips merely a breath apart. �My heart, my love, the very essence of my soul has and will always belong to you.�

Sara leaned in as Ian finally closed the distance of their parted lips. Their need for each other was evident in their kiss. Their passion surged through their bodies like electricity. Bodies molded perfectly together, as if they were meant for each other. Sara wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. While her other palm still remained, placed over his chest.

The blade began to glow once again. Unknown to them both the Witchblade had made a choice. Ian pulled Sara flushed against his body. The feel of his solid form against hers sent shivers down her spine. She wanted so much more from him. The kiss deepened as Sara delved her tongue into his mouth. The unique taste and feel could only belong to Ian Nottingham, something that was strangely familiar.

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Replies:

Chapter six (final) -- Spin, 01:38:13 05/21/02 Tue

ooohhhhh!!! I have been dying to see what was happening with this one!!! More! More!... -- moondreamer (trying to calm the fanfic monster), 07:15:03 05/22/02 Wed

Don't!! -- Shire, 21:23:33 09/13/02 Fri

I'll send chocolate to your muses!!! This has been making me crazy! (NT) -- Riyallyn, 20:48:42 09/15/02 Sun

Please don't leave us in suspence please more. Sending happy vibes to the muses -- thelma, 08:03:10 10/14/02 Mon

Returning Home -- Naggie23, 15:43:38 12/16/02 Mon

Spin - guess what? We are all still begging after 7 months! -- moondreamer (deeply admiring your ability to make us beg), 09:13:41 12/29/02 Sun