Chapter eight -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 02:18:05 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter eight
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Through her eyes : Sequel to 'Through my eyes'" on 01:53:08 05/21/02 Tue

�You would use the blade against me, Sara?�

�To keep you from doing something stupid, like leave me, then yes I would.� He averted his attention to the floor.

�Why do you care if I leave or stay?� The man wasn�t only complicated he was also impossible. I just wanted to knock some sense into him with the Witchblade. I let the blade revert back to its bracelet form and slowly closed the gap between us.

I framed his face between my hands and gently lifted. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears. The blade took that moment to thrust me into another vision.

I stare at the man before me. The Ian Nottingham I knew was lost, he stood there in front of Irons with a sword in his hand. His usual submissive behavior wasn�t evident now, but he looked torn. His hair was loose, merely tucked behind his ears, and his eyes filled with pain.

He unsheathes the katana and expertly twirls the blade in his hand. Irons sat in his throne-carved wooden chair. His expression remained unchanged by Ian�s dramatic display.

�It is written that no man can serve two masters. I thought I could prove the exception. I was mistaken.� He knelt before Irons, with his head bowed offering the blade to him. Just what the hell was Ian doing?

�And now you agonize between your devotion to me and your �passion for Sara Pezzini.�

I stare between the two, intently listening. I was still confused over Ian�s behavior, and then it hit me.

�You gave me life. It�s yours to take back. I would consider it a mercy. If you don�t I shall.� Quickly I knelt besides him, trying to take the blade away from him. Once again I am helpless. The tip of the sword was just above his chest, ready to be plunged through his heart. I could feel the tightness in my chest when the realization hit me. He was giving up on his life.

Kenneth Irons was a lot of things but he wasn�t a merciful man. I should know he refused to help me with John�s kidnapping. I was right; he had cast Ian aside and left him to his own darkness.

�And it is also written, As for this worthless slave, throw him out into the darkness where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.�

I watched Irons� retreating back as he left Ian alone. I turned back to stare at a now defeated Ian. However, I felt angry with him. How could he offer his life to Irons? How could he give up that easily?

With a blink of an eye I was there in that damn warehouse, the same one that was in my dream. I forced myself to watch his death again.

�He was unarmed� Orlinsky stated. What?!

Son of a bitch willing gave up his life. Suicide by cop. He said he loved me but it wasn�t strong enough to help him live. Suddenly everything had disappeared and I was left in my own darkness. I felt angry, scared and betrayed at that moment.

{Don�t feel betrayed, Sara. Feel blessed that you have this chance to free Ian from this destiny.}

I twirled around to see where that voice was coming from. Nothing. Though the voice had been soothing and reassuring to me. I was alone in the darkness but I didn�t feel alone.

{You must understand, Sara. The life Ian has gone through has been a difficult journey. There was no one to guide him but Kenneth Irons; a man who, through his eyes, sees no harm in his actions has dictated Ian�s life. But that all changed the moment Ian found you, Sara. Your connection with Ian is more then what you think. He feels what you feel. All these emotions he is feeling is new and foreign to him. He needs your guidance and your love.}

�But what if my love isn�t enough to break that hold Irons has over him. You seen him he was about to leave if I hadn�t threaten him.� I felt silly responding into the thin air. Yet I anticipated for an answer.

{There is nothing Ian Nottingham will not do for you. Just ask, Sara. Become inseparable with your sworn protector, your soul mate.}

My body tensed when the voice told me that Ian was my soul mate. How could this be possible? What about Conchobar?

{Conchobar was merely a part of your past. Simply re-lived in this lifetime. He was never your true destiny. Fate had intervene once and it had cost Cathain dearly.}

�Ian Nottingham is a part of your destiny, Sara. As he is a part of yours.� I turn to the woman clad in armor. It was Cathain.

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