Instinct - Chapter 7 -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 06:05:44 05/29/02 Wed
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter 7
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: The Witchblade, the movie, the series, the comics and all the characters all belong to Top Cow Productions, Warner Bros., TNT & whoever else has their hand in the cookie jar. Obviously, not me. These are only my fantasies based on their characters that I hope others will enjoy.

A/N: Thanks again to everyone who went to the Convention and shared such wonderful stories and pictures with the rest of us.

Having decided that Gabe would be the best choice to watch Ian was one thing, getting him back out to her apartment was another one all together. Apparently, he was still leery of coming over after what he thought he had seen this morning.

�Dammit all Gabe! Just do me this one favor and get your butt back out here. Now if you please!� Sara slammed the cell down and paced the length of her floor. She was ready to head out to question Irons but didn�t want to leave Ian alone. She had gotten some Gatorade down his throat earlier, dehydration being a worry, at least in her mind. It was strange not to know what was going on in his body. Yet, his body temperature had stayed down and he had been verbal at least twice now. She could only hope it was a sign that he was coming around. She needed answers and The Witchblade had been no help. It had been strangely quiet all morning.

Sara continued to pace, walking from the bed in which Ian lay to the door and then back again. Each time she passed Ian she would pause and look at him. His beard was coming in heavier now, the innocence of his face being masked by the hair growth. Yet, the sweetness of his expression still lingered. A sweetness she didn�t know resulted from the dreams he was experiencing in his fevered state. Dreams that were fed by the scent of Sara that clung to the sheets on which he lay, and also by The Witchblade.

Finally there was a knock at her door and Sara wrenched it open.

�Hey!� Gabe stood there with his hands up. �I�m sorry, Pez, but I just didn�t�� Without giving him a chance to finish Sara reached her hand out and grabbing him by the pointed collar of his lavender retro shirt pulled him into her apartment sharply. The bracelets on his wrist jingled in a protest that he echoed indignantly.

�Jeez, I know you are mad, but come one now!� Giving her a look, Gabriel�s face once again flushed a deep red as he remembered how Sara looked the last time he had seen her; tousled with sleep, and lying with a male figure sprawled over her.

�Gabe, will you just shut up?� Sara yelled. Dragging him over to the bed she continued. �Look, this is who you saw this morning. There�s nothing going on with us. He�s been sick or injured or I don�t know what. He just showed up at my apartment the other night and I haven�t been able to find out what�s going on.�

�Nottingham?� Gabe whistled. �You had Ian Nottingham in your bed this morning? Man, am I lucky. That guy could have killed me!�

�Gabriel, the man is and was unconscious! I need you to baby-sit him while I try to get some answers out of Irons.� Sara put her hands on her hips as she cocked an eyebrow at Gabe.

�Oh, so now you just call me to do your dirty work whenever you feel like it?� Gabriel was miffed. He had a chance to make a cool couple of grand this morning, but he had dropped it all when Sara�s insistent call had come through.

�No, Gabriel, this isn�t my dirty work. I just don�t know whom else I can trust. I can�t just leave him here alone.� Sara turned pleading eyes upon Gabe. She didn�t know if she could totally recreate the puppy dog look she always fell victim to with Ian, but figured it was worth a try.

Apparently, it was a good try. Unable to resist her imploring look, Gabe agreed to stay at the apartment and watch Ian.

�But..uh..Sara?� Gabe questioned as she headed out the door. �What am I supposed to do if he wakes up?�

�Just keep him here Gabe. Just keep him here until I get back.� With a warning glance Sara picked up her helmet and headed out the door.

�Easy for you to say.� Gabe muttered under his breath as the door shut behind her. You�ve not had this guy doing his vulture impersonation over you, telling you about difficult!� Giving Ian a final glance, Gabe headed over to rifle though Sara�s old lp album collection. Maybe he could still salvage something out of this day.

Sara was glad of the ride over to Kenneth Irons� estate. The fresh air did much to help rid her head of the last of her morning headache. All too soon she was at the gate and flashed the stone of The Witchblade at the retinal scanner. Once admitted, Sara walked slowly towards Irons� great room. Hesitant to admit even to herself that she was hoping to avoid the other Ian. She thought it was odd that no one was around and quickened her pace somewhat. Reaching the door she paused for a moment. Squaring back her shoulders she knocked sharply.

The door was slowly opened by Ian; or, at least, by the other Ian. Sara felt her face flush as she remembered the images that had filled her mind during her morning shower. He smiled at her slowly and boldly, his fiery glance never once leaving hers.

�Lady Sara.� He picked up her hand in his callused, ungloved hand. Raising it to his lips he sucked the first finger of her hand into his mouth and licked it caressingly. Sara gasped and tried to jerk her hand away in an instinctive response but he only tightened his grip and sucked more deeply on her finger, letting her feel the sharp bite of his white teeth. �As always, you taste divine.� Still holding on to her hand he moved his head closer to hers and whispered softly to her, his breath warm and sweet upon her tender flesh. �Have any dreams this morning�my lovely Bella?�

Sara found the strength to jerk her hand away as he laughed mockingly. Her face flamed even brighter as she realized that somehow, he had also seen the images of the three of them together that had so filled her thoughts this morning.

�Is Irons around?� She asked, clearing her throat in an effort to speak normally and ignore the strange feelings that moved through her. It was so�so difficult. He was Ian, and yet he was not. There was a mental and physical familiarity here that was horribly deceiving. The physical attractiveness was there, just as it was with her Ian, but now it was coupled with a dangerous, maniacal edge that was somehow appealing to her darker instincts. Despite that, she knew that this Ian was somehow lacking when compared to hers. Could it be he was lacking a soul? What circumstances would have created two such different yet similar beings?

As Ian opened his well-shaped lips to answer her Kenneth Irons stepped up behind him, as if in answer to her unspoken question.

�Sara, so good of you to grace us with your presence.� He gave her one of his trademark false face smiles.

�Actually,� Sara replied, �It was more of a command.�

�Oh, was Ian a little demanding? He�s been going through some changes lately. I don�t suppose you�ve noticed anything different about him?� There was an odd glint in the icy eyes as he waited on her reply.

�Yes, yes I really have. I�ve been starting to wonder Mr. Irons, just how is it that you have been able to have Ian watching me and The Witchblade night and day, and yet continue to carry on with your other duties? Wouldn�t a work load like that be a little�overwhelming?� Sara cocked an eyebrow as she stared intently into Kenneth Irons face.

�For a normal individual, yes, it possibly could be. But for Ian�� Here he waved an elegantly manicured hand. ��It�s nothing.�

�Really?� Sara intoned. �Yet, after meeting the Sullivan brothers I find myself strangely curious to just how far your genetic research activities have progressed?�

�Sara, you continually wound me!� Laying his hand across his breast Kenneth continued. �How could you imagine I would have anything to do with breaking the laws of man�and God?�

Sara opened her mouth to answer him, only to stop; she could feel the familiar rushing in her ears and her vision blurred as The Witchblade, ignoring her protests, began to pull her into a vision..

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Incredible chapter, Moondreamer!! Did she finally admit and say 'her Ian'!? hehe...more please! =) (NT) -- Spin, 11:29:04 05/29/02 Wed