CH 8 -- My Master's Dragon (Part D) -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 21:18:03 09/11/02 Wed
Author: wormie
Subject: CH 8 -- My Master's Dragon (Part D)
In reply to: wormie 's message, "A Complex Genesis" on 20:48:06 05/20/02 Mon

A/N: Just for you, Spin! ;)

CH 8 -- My Master's Dragon (cont.)

Kenneth took a seat on the leather couch to await his next meeting with the Wielder. Sara would not be in a good mood, and it was possible, although rather unlikely, that Ian would come to protect her. Kenneth doubted that Ian would make an appearance - he was now dead most likely, no doubt 'sacrificing' himself for Sara such that his little melodrama would be remembered as martyrdom. Sara, like Ian, could be too sentimental and, if she had witnessed his sacrifice, she would be angry and more difficult to deal with. However, no matter how angry she was, Kenneth believed she would not harm him. She had many questions about herself and the Witchblade, and he had all the answers. He was happy to answer those questions, with even a certain amount of truth, but the price was her blood.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ian waited in the alley next to the building. Sara had asked him to find out if Jake's FBI back-up was there. If they were there, she gave him strict orders not to interfere and to stay out of sight. If not, Ian was to be her back-up. The FBI assault team was in place and Ian had settled into a secure spot in the alley. All of his instincts told him to be inside with Sara, but he would not risk her anger. When she had held on to his hand on the roof, he felt that she had finally begun to understand his duty to her. For the briefest of moments, he allowed himself to believe that Sara would accept his service if not his love. He knew Sara could be compassionate, more than she cared to admit, and perhaps he was fooling himself, seeing in her eyes only what he wished to see. Perhaps that self-delusion was the first inkling of the darkness that was to come.

I must find the Wielder.

Ian looked down the alley sure that he had heard a voice. He tilted his head, straining to hear.

I'm coming, Brother...

The voice in his head faded. He recognized the voice. He had to warn Sara.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Irons and Dante shaking hands to seal the agreement that ended in her father's death.

The vision played over and over in Sara's mind, each time each time becoming clearer and fueling her anger. She barely noticed pushing open the fire door. She raced down the steps, running towards the curb. Her one goal right now was making sure that Irons would pay -for her father, for introducing the Witchblade into her life, for whatever misery that bastard had caused any one.

Nottingham stepped out in front her, just far enough ahead of her for her to stop before bumping into him.

"You should not go to Mr. Irons now. It's too dangerous."

"For him, maybe."

"Sara, you must listen-"

"He had my father killed," Sara said, her voice tight with rage. "And he's going to answer for that." Why didn't he want her to pursue this? What did he know? She looked at Nottingham accusingly. "Did you know?"

"I was just a child then," he responded angrily. Softly, he added, "But I'm not surprised."

Nottingham could come with her or not. She didn't care. Sara moved to step around him but he grabbed her arm. She tried to free herself, but Nottingham held on.

"Sara, Mr. Irons has," he faltered, "he has replaced me. You are not ready to face him. I can help you, train you..."

"Let go!"

"Sara."

She saw it then...that concern for her in his eyes. Dammit. He was really afraid for her. His replacement was dangerous enough to give Nottingham pause. She stopped struggling and he released her.

"Alright, who is this guy?"

"My replacement is...me."

Would she ever get a straight answer from him? "What the Hell are you talking about?"

"My replacement is coming after you. We must go now."

"How do you know that?"

"He and I...are linked."

"What? Like you know what he's thinking?"

Nottingham nodded. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but turned his head to the side instead. His eyes widened slightly.

"He's not coming for you, Sara. He's coming for Henry."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

to be continued...

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Ahhh!! and you stopped there?!... -- Spin, 01:26:04 09/12/02 Thu
- More, more, more, more....well you get the picture!! =) (NT) -- Spin, 21:35:49 09/20/02 Fri