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Date Posted: 02:27:09 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter twelve: Epilogue
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Through her eyes : Sequel to 'Through my eyes'" on 01:53:08 05/21/02 Tue

Epilogue:

“Ian…”

I heard the faint voice calling me, it sounded like Sara but I knew it wasn’t. Not wanting to awaken from my slumber I let my mind crawl deeper into the darkness.

“Ian you must wake up.”

No matter how hard I try to ignore the voice, I can’t help but relinquish my will and slowly open my eyes. To my disappointment I am back at the mansion, in Elizabeth’s glass tomb. My heart beats faster at the thought that last night with Sara had all been a dream. That she really didn’t love me, that it had just been a cruel joke.

“Do not worry yourself, Ian. Your lady Sara does love you.”

I look up to see Elizabeth Bronte appear before me. My mouth gapes open from disbelief and utter shock. Here was a woman whom I knew was dead standing well alive before me. I stood frozen as she came closer and raised a hand to cup my cheek. The warmth of her hand had been comforting. I had expected, since being in this frozen tomb, that she would be cold as ice.

“Have I been dreaming? Had last night not…happen?”

“Last night was very real. Look for yourself.” I turn to look behind me as she indicated. To my great relief I see myself wrapped in Sara’s embrace. As the realization settled I still could not ponder why I was here. I peered closer to look at myself, my eyes widen when I noticed the blade had bind around my right wrist. Pricking through the skin and into my wrist. I look at my own wrist to see two wounds punctured into my flesh.

The once crimson red stone now glowed a cobalt blue, illuminating Sara’s apartment. As if it was engulfing us in a protective shield. Sara stirred in her sleep but didn’t waken. I turn back to Elizabeth in question. What was the Witchblade doing?

“Why am I here, Elizabeth? What is the Witchblade doing?” The image of Sara and myself faded leaving us back in Irons mansion. We stood before the large hearth, some how transported here into the den from the icy tomb.

“Do you love Sara, Ian?” There was no question in my mind, my heart, and my soul that I do love Sara.

“Yes, more then anything.”

“Would you go beyond your means to protect, guide, and love her?”

“I would do anything to please my lady” I could feel the heated blush on my face. Remembering just how I pleased my lady last night. I looked up, abashed, as I noticed Elizabeth’s sly smirk. I’m sure I turned a few shades of red.

“But why am I here. What does the Witchblade want from me?” I knew there were mysteries hiding behind the blade, but that was for the wielders to partake in. Why was it thrusting me here? In what? -A vision? -A dream?

“You are here to prove yourself worthy to serve the Witchblade and the Wielder.” I looked up onto the balcony to see a man dressed in ceremonial robes. From his protruding eyes and stringy blonde hair, I knew him to be Lazar. Irons told me little about his place in the Witchblade’s world. An ancient aide to the blade and a watcher of the wielder.

“Very good young Nottingham. You know who I am and the role I play.” My eyes widen, could he read my mind too?

“The Witchblade and Sara has chosen you as their sworn protector. But now you must choose yourself. Do you feel worthy enough to serve them fully and willingly?” I stare between Elizabeth and Lazar. What did Elizabeth mean? Did I not prove myself earlier?

“Throwing a phone out a window does not prove your loyalty. It only shows your willingness to move forward into your destiny.” With that said Lazar disappeared. Leaving me again with Elizabeth. I'm confused as I shake my head with uncertainty. What else could I possible do now?

Elizabeth walked over to me and took my face in her hands. My pleading eyes searching for answers in hers. Now I knew how Sara must have felt like when I would not give her straight answers.

“You must severe the bond that ties you to Kenneth Irons. This is what this dream or vision is all about, Ian.”

< … besides I have a feeling his connection with us has been…cut off. >

Sara’s voice rang through my mind. She said that the Witchblade had broken our connection. So how is it that I still have a bond with Irons?

{It is true Ian. I did cut the connection between Irons and you. But that was to your soul, this connection or bond that you still have with him is…psychological.}

Before I could question who the voice belonged to Elizabeth began to speak. She inadvertently started to stroke my face. Tucking my loose locks behind my ear, caressing my cheeks and scratching my beard. I couldn’t tell what was going through her mind but I could see sadness in those emerald eyes so much like Sara’s.

“The voice you heard was indeed the Witchblade, Ian. What it said was true, she severed that link Irons had. But the blade can only do so much. It is up to you to let go. I have watched you grow, even from my icy tomb, under Irons tutelage. I know the pain you have gone through. I went through the same pain myself and it caused me my death.”

Tears began to escape her eyes; I raised my hand to wipe them away. She closed her eyes from the feel of my hand on her face.

“I know it will be hard for you, but now you have Sara’s love to support you. She has your heart but Irons has your mind. To fully serve your lady, she needs both your heart and mind. Don’t waste the chance Witchblade has given you. You know what you must do.”

Yes, I knew what I needed to do. Though I had to do this alone I would have Sara’s love to help me get through it all. I glance at Elizabeth and wondered did she ever find her soul mate during her lifetime?

“I did not have the privilege to find my love. Irons took that chance away from me.” I guess she had seen the question in my eyes. I don’t know why but I felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned in to lightly brush my lips against hers. I could taste the salt from her fallen tears. I leaned back to glance at her now fading form.

“Thank you, Ian. I now know what it would have felt like to be with him. Even for just a small moment. Now go walk forth and embrace you destiny.” I could see the faint smile on her face just before she blinked out of my site.

I slowly opened my eyes just in time to see the blade’s tendrils revert back to its bracelet form. Sara had not stirred from her sleep; she did not know what had transpired between the blade and myself. I inspect my wrist once again; the two puckered wounds were now scares. I was now forever connected to Sara and the blade. But to be truly free I need to sever my bond with Kenneth Irons for good and alone.

Reluctantly I quietly slipped from the security of Sara’s embrace and hurriedly dressed. I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. I take one last glance at Sara’s sleeping form and exit out the window.
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I made my way to the mansion. My first stop had been to my room. Grabbing a duffle bag and a leather satchel out of the closet I quickly stuffed the little thinks that belonged to me, leaving everything else behind. But before leaving my room I walk over to the dresser, opening the top drawer I pull out the plastic item and stuffed it in my coat pocket.

I slowly made my way to the den where I knew he would be waiting for me. Rather he knew I was here or not doesn’t matter any longer. The fact was he wasn’t going to keep me here any more. On my way I made a few important stops then finally I entered through the double doors and spied him sitting in his throne. I dropped my bags on the floor hoping that the sound would make him aware that I was here.

“Where have you been?” His voice sounded weak, it was barely a whisper.

“With my destiny”

With my head held high and my arms to my side I sauntered over to him like I would any man. Because that was what he was to me, a mere man who had lost control over his life. I stood in front of him, taking in his weathered appearance. Over the years he had used Elizabeth’s blood to contain his youth. But since the Periculum he had lost his youthfulness. And with the lost of his connection with the blade the process had started to take its toll on him.

“So how is Sara? I must say Ian where ever did you learn to pleasure a woman? How did it feel to take the whore to bed for your first time?” I knew what he was trying to do; I had learned his tactics through out my life. I took the insults in stride because I knew he was reaching for a reaction and he was not going to get it.

“Tell me Ian, what does a person like Sara see in a person like you? You are a mere servant. She will not love you for long. She will cast you aside because you are indeed a freak of nature.” I flex my fist, holding back the anger I felt rising inside.

“I gave you life, Ian. It is mine to take back if I so wish it.”

“NO! You gave me an illusion of a life, now I am giving it back. Sara has given me a new life, a life without you.” I could see the hatred in his icy blue eyes. Reaching into my coat pocket I pulled out the toy gun that had represented so much to me. I place it next to the table near his chair; turning my back to him I started to walk away.

I felt a slight breeze graze my ear and I swiftly caught the cane between my arms. Turning around to face him I yanked the offending weapon from his hand, causing him to stumble back into his chair. Taking the cane in my hand I quickly snapped the damn thing in two and tossing the broken pieces at his feet.

“That part of my life is over. Like that…” I pointed at the splinters of the cane.

“…Your hold over me is broken.” Placing my hands on the arms of the chair, trapping him, I leaned forward and whispered to him.

“Enjoy your darkness, Kenneth.” To my satisfaction I could see the fear settle in his eyes. With a smirk of my own I walk across the room, picked up my bags, and left Kenneth Irons. But just before I left the room completely, I spoke over my shoulder.

“By the way, Kenneth. Do not bother sending the others. I have already taken care of them. You have nothing; you are nothing, simply left all alone. Now I must leave my lady awaits.”
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On my way to Sara’s apartment the early morning had suddenly turned gray, the hint of rain could be smelt in the air. I stood in front of Sara’s building and stared at the fire escape. I smiled remembering the many times I had climbed those steps up to her apartment and sneaked in. To my delight each time I had surprised her. I look down at the pavement noticing black shards of plastic scattered. It must have been the phone I threw out. It was a wonderful feeling to be truly free, it was a more welcoming feeling to be returning to a woman who I had loved with each lifetime and who loved me back just as equally.

The small drops of rain started to fall and I hurriedly made my way up to Sara’s apartment, using the stairs for once. I wondered if she was up yet, though I hope she wasn’t, and if she was, would she be more surprised that I had used the stairs instead of the fire escape.

By the time I reached her apartment I could hear the thunderous roar of the rainstorm outside. With the help of my lock pick I opened the door and quietly walked up the stairs into her apartment. I reached the top of the stairs to see her up and waiting on her coach, staring out the window. I stifle a laugh, was she expecting me to come through the window?

Swiftly I take off my coat, watchcap, and gloves and silently walked over to her. From what I could see she wore my black knit sweater I had left behind. Her back was resting against the arm of the coach, while she hugged her legs to her chest. She sat there waiting for me. I look out the window, watching as the raindrops hammer against the glass. She was so transfixed by the weather she still hadn’t heard me. Until I seen the swirl of the blade glow on her wrist.

“The one time I expected you to crawl through my window, you actually use my door.” She spoke without looking up at me. I could hear the amusement in her voice.

I sat next to her on the couch, leaning my head back, and closing my eyes. I felt her move towards me. She straddles over me and sits back on my legs. Her hands massaging the tense muscles on my chest and shoulders.

“I missed you this morning.”

I lift my head up and looked into soft, concerned eyes. I stared at her in awe, I still could not believe that after all this time she finally loved me. Just last night I was perched on her windowsill, giving up my hopes that we would be together in this lifetime. However, she caught me by surprise when she yanked me into her apartment. This time it was her turn to profess her love for me and to apologize for all the cruelties. Though all the blame did not lie just with her; I was to blame as well.

“I’m sorry, my love. I had hoped to return before you awoke this morning. I had some unfinished business that needed much attending to.” I did not elaborate on the events that had transpired earlier this morning. I didn’t have to, I could tell from the look in her eyes she knew what I was talking about. She leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. She brushed her lips against mine, and pulled back slightly.

“Does this mean that your all mine?” I matched that same smoldered look in her eyes.

I felt her warm hands underneath my shirt, her nails lightly scratching against my chest. I followed in suit, pushing the large sweater over her head. Exposing her beautiful body to me.

“With a promise of another tryst like this one, you can keep me here forever.” It was a refreshing feeling to hear her laughing. She raised her eyebrow. Then started tugging at my belt. I pulled her flush against me and devoured her mouth.

“Mmmm…forever. I like the sound of that.”

“Me too, my love.”

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