Chapter one -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 01:59:09 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter one
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Through her eyes : Sequel to 'Through my eyes'" on 01:53:08 05/21/02 Tue

Through her eyes: Sequel to �Through my eyes�
Summary: Sara�s POV on a certain dark stalker
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with Witchblade, now I�m taking Sara for a Spin ;)

Please review and tell me what you think! Enjoy!!
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�Beyond death, through time, our love shall be eternal�

Those words and that voice were familiar to me. I don�t know why but I immediately look up. Searching into the darkening sky, searching for some thing, anything that would link that eerie feeling I have inside. Like second nature I glance at the Witchblade, hoping to get some reassurance that I�m not crazy, but it remains lifeless. Frustrated I walk away from the window, but I feel as if I�m walking away from some thing big or may be someone.

Too much has happened in the past week I can�t even think straight. I crawl into bed, yet I can�t sleep. My mind races as I remember the events of the past week. John�s death still hurts every time I think about it, but I�ve moved on with my life. Since passing the Periculum I have looked at this lifetime differently. I no longer fear death, I simply walk among it and let it guide me.

Finally I feel the heavy set of slumber fall upon my body. Just before I drift to sleep, I could have sworn I seen something black flowing across my window. To tired to care, I close my eyes and sleep.
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< I know it�s a dream, I watch myself scream out in pain. Desperately begging John not to leave me. Remembering all too well what I felt at that moment as his life slipped away. My other-self continues to morn over his death then pass out.

I drag my feet over to myself and tower over the fallen lovers. Peeling my eyes away from them, I begin to sweep the warehouse drawing in the morbid ambiance. Blood and death are all around me. Though I can�t smell it the feeling is still strong. Then my eyes land on the woman responsible for John�s death.

Kneeling by her side I look deep into her hollow eyes. I don�t know why, but I bow my head in reverence. I suppose deep down I understood what she felt. All that anger and pent up rage coursing through. The same feeling I had with Tommy Gallo. However, I had been strong enough to push down my own bloodlust and spared his life.

Bloodlust is a powerful thing. Desire for revenge. Desire for control.
Can you control that desire? Or is it better unleashed?

Nottingham had been right; Fiona�s own bloodlust had been her downfall. She had no desire for control. The Blade knew this and took a hold of her, used her, and punished her by giving me the chance to kill her.

A slight red glow caught my attention. The Witchblade was still on Fiona. Yet, when I woke up the blade had been back on my wrist. I panic running my hand over my right arm. Satisfied as I feel the cold metal against my wrist. Pushing myself to remember �this is a dream.� But how did it get back on my arm? It couldn�t have been Jake, he didn�t know about the blade. Then my answer came to me in form of a black shadow.

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Chapter two -- Spin, 02:00:51 05/21/02 Tue