Chapter two -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 02:00:51 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter two
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Through her eyes : Sequel to 'Through my eyes'" on 01:53:08 05/21/02 Tue

I watched Nottingham roughly take the blade from Fiona�s arm and stare deeply into the red stone. For a moment he didn�t move, he had been frozen in place, enthralled by it. I stood up, not once taking my eyes off of him. He looked different to me. His graceful movements where hesitant, his strong frame slumped as he walked over to my other-self.

To my surprise he kneels besides the other-me, gently placing the Witchblade back on my arm and then posed my hand over John�s face. His face contorted with sorrow, as if this little act hurt him even more. Like a ghost I kneel in front of him. Transfixed on his display of emotions.

To my surprise he tugs off a glove, reveling his left hand. His hand looked so strong and powerful. Gradually he lowers his hand over me and dipped his finger against my wound. A drop of blood covered his bare fingers. I watch in shock as he takes his fingers and sucks on my blood. I stare at him, repulsed by his act. Yet, I could not tear my gaze from his face.

His eyes widen in disbelief, and then he took his finger and cut himself. Drawing his blood, once again sucking on the bitter liquid. Eyes filled with bewilderment, he kissed his fingers and placed them on my face. He bowed his head, the same way I had with Fiona. Then he began to speak, his voice flooded with such love and anguish.

�Blood of my blood. Soul of my Soul. We become one. Beyond death, through time, our love shall be eternal.�

My mouth gapes open as I listen to him. His eyes glazed over with unshed tears. Then I remember those same words I heard earlier. I realized they had been a part of a vow. A vow we once shared lifetimes ago, between man and woman.

My heart aches as I watch his tears finally escape, rolling down his cheek and dissolving into his dark beard. My mouth begins to quiver as I feel the sudden rush to cry myself. I reach up to feel the tears run down my own face, but there is none. I have to keep reminding myself this was only a dream.

I stretch out to caress his cheek and wipe away his tears. But my hands run through him like a ghost. I felt so helpless. Wanting to encircle him in my arms and soothe away the pain. I chide at myself. I am the cause of his pain. But how could I have known? I felt the warm glow of the Witchblade grow on my arm. As I look down upon it, the room began to change.

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Chapter three -- Spin, 02:07:14 05/21/02 Tue