Instinct - Chapter 10 -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 17:59:02 06/02/02 Sun
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter 10
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 10

Same old disclaimer

The watcher stood out on the fire escape. Laughing silently to himself as he watched the entwined couple inside. So, his other lived did he? What would Irons and Dr. Immo give to know this? He had heard them talking, he knew they were worried about the aborted data transfer and the effect it would have on him. He could only imagine what would happen if they knew of his other�s saved life. Undoubtedly he would be ordered to bring him in and finish the download. And then kill the original.

Immo and Irons were fools. How he had scoffed when he heard them discussing him once he had been awakened. Little did they realize just which �lower level emotions� had actually transferred to him. In those last few moments before the drug took affect on Ian, what emotions were strongest in him? Which base feelings were there at the surface, hidden no longer by misguided loyalty? The burning hate for Irons, the desire to finally crush him and watch his blood run through his hands; anger for Immo�s betrayal, despair at losing Sara, and at the last, the desperate, obsessing need to escape and be with her if he were to breath his last.

Yes, they were right to worry. How little they realized the power the aborted data transfer gave him; the absolute freedom. The need for self preservation was one of the lower level emotions transferred over. A need that he felt extended to both of him. The others� trained loyalty to Irons, well, that was definitely not one of the items transferred. That was a learned pattern of behavior. So many of the others� rules and ingrained modes of behavior were spared him. His brain was not cluttered with the useless minutia of most. Power without barriers; need without restraint; want without worry. If only his other knew how it felt to be so free. He could feel the power expanding within him even as he contemplated his lack of limits.

He had listened to the conversation between Ian and Sara. He had heard his other ask her for his life. So the loyalty he felt was also extended to him. An interesting concept. What a combination the two of them would make; together with the wielder. His other felt he had the capacity to evolve. To become more than Irons� man. The other didn�t realize he already had, and was. He was their own man, his only loyalties were to himself, his other and to their Lady Sara.

He closed his eyes and savored the feelings and emotions he could feel from his other. Possibly due to the aborted transfer, possibly to some need of The Witchblade, he had the ability to experience not only the emotions of his other, but also of Lady Sara. The combination of the two was quite exhilarating. He didn�t have to look to see what the two of them were up to. All he had to do was open his mind and experience it. The long awaited ecstasy of being inside Sara for the first time; the joy Sara felt at having every inch of her being filled by Ian. Each tendril of sensation, each kiss and caress was his to share and enjoy.

Smiling wickedly he wondered how the lovely Sara would react if he opened the window and joined them in their bed. Would she be willing to experience first hand the reality of her morning fantasy? He chuckled, feeling himself stir and harden at the thought. How he had enjoyed that moment. And then, her face, as she realized he knew what thoughts had raced through her mind. Knew that he had experienced her fulfillment at her own hand. How much a greater pleasure would the reality be? Yet, even as his passion rose he understood that there was something almost sacred in this, Ian and Sara�s first joining of this lifetime. This moment, then, would be physically theirs alone, yet his to share.

How interesting to him that he felt no anger at his other�s enjoyment of Sara and their physical pleasures. When Irons� had just looked as if he would touch her the replacement had felt a primal rage rise up in him. Perhaps his reaction here was not so strange after all. How could he be angered at himself? Especially when he was sharing in everything that occurred between them. Perhaps his other was correct, they were part of the same whole. Somehow incomplete without each other.

His cell rang at his hip, and he laughed hollowly at the noise; the sound of his master�s voice. How little Irons knew. How great would the watcher�s pleasure be when finally he knew the truth.

�Yes Sir.� He answered the phone in a suitably servile tone.

�Ian! What is going on with Sara? I sense a disturbance?� Kenneth Irons was abrupt and demanding.

�Actually sir, she is rather intimately involved with someone at the moment. I am watching them as we speak.� The dark watcher waited in breathless enjoyment for Irons� reaction to his words.

He was not disappointed. The explosive curses Irons cast forth at him were quite amusing. He had not thought his master�s vocabulary so�limited.

�No sir, I have not yet seen his face; just, several other portions of him. He seems quite capable. Lady Sara seems most pleased.� He paused slightly, knowing each word he spoke only inflamed Kenneth Irons� ire. �It may be that Lady Sara will be unable to join us for dinner tonight. She does appear to have her hands�full.�

Irons continued to scream at his supposed minion over the telephone. He had not been able to discern any of the vision The Witchblade had shown Sara while she was at his estate earlier. He had counted on being able to finesse it out of her tonight at dinner. Kenneth Irons had great faith in his powers of seduction. To be thwarted so easily, and by an unknown factor, this did not please him at all.

The watcher merely listened in dark enjoyment. He knew, as Ian had, what plans Irons had for Sara and The Witchblade. The ability, no, Irons� need to control the wielder was his all-obsessing passion. One, that all too shortly, could prove to be his downfall.

When the one-sided conversation finally ended the watcher leaned back against the wall of the building. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to the pleasure being experienced by Ian and Sara. Time, there would time enough later for all.

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this is a great story (NT) -- Tessa, 18:20:23 06/03/02 Mon
ROTFL!! Loved the conversation between the other Ian and Irons!! (NT) -- Spin, 01:56:07 06/04/02 Tue