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Date Posted: 19:44:24 05/27/02 Mon
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter Five
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: The Witchblade, the movie, the series, the comics and all the characters all belong to Top Cow Productions, Warner Bros., TNT & whoever else has their hand in the cookie jar. Obviously, not me. These are only my fantasies based on their characters that I hope others will enjoy.

A/N: Pictures, ladies, us vicarious convention livers need to see lots of pictures!

Sara stared in disbelief at the man standing in her doorway. It was Ian. His beard was a little shorter than she was used to seeing. But it was definitely him. And if that was him�then who was the man in her bed? And if the man in her bed was Ian Nottingham�then who was the man at her door? Sara raised her left hand and placed it on her aching forehead.

�Ian�� She said stunned. �What�what are you doing here?� Unable to help herself she stared at the man in the door, and then again at the man in her bed, or at least, at his still exposed rear end.

�Lady Sara.� The apparition at the door spoke. �You seem�surprised to see me? Any particular reason why?� There was a tone in his voice that struck Sara oddly, or maybe it was the lack of tone in his voice. She shook her head. Somehow, it just didn�t sound like the Ian she knew. Should she tell him about the Ian in her bed? His voice came back to her��Tell no one� he had said. Did he even mean himself?

�Ian�� Sara dazedly said again. �You usually visit me via the window. I�m just�surprised you are at my door.� Boy, did her head really hurt now. All she knew is that for some strange reason every instinct within her was telling her not to tell this man about the man in her bed.

�May I come in, my Lady?� The bearded Ian spoke again. There was a mocking sound in his voice. Something she didn�t usually associate with Ian.

�Uh�well�I, uh, have company. Now isn�t the best time.� Sara seized on the excuse that worked with Jake.

�Company, hmm�.� Ian leered at her. Actually leered. Sara began to realize something was drastically wrong. Number one, he was looking at her. Moving past her swiftly, he entered her loft and stared in the direction of the bed. �Anyone I know?� There was what could only be called lasciviousness in his voice. �Well, I don�t recognize him�but parts of him could be getting cold. You might want to cover him up.�

�Yeah, right�Nottingham.� Sara�s voice was oddly choked as the name moved past her lips. �What did you want?�

He leered at her again. There was definitely something wrong. Before, during the few times when she looked into Ian�s eyes she had seen kindness, caring, even a hint of worship�and love. She finally admitted the last to herself. When she looked into this man�s eyes there was a hard, dangerous gleam of�she searched but couldn�t find the words to describe it. All she knew is that looking at this man she felt fear. And that was one thing she had never, ever experienced around Ian Nottingham before.

�We always want what we cannot have.� With a mocking smile he picked up the whiskey bottle and gave it a sniff. �Been hitting the bottle, Sara?� The way he said her name seemed somehow wrong. The lilt she usually associated with Ian�s voice was lacking.

�Did it leave your company incapable? You seem�a little unfilled. Perhaps I could help you with that?� He gave the lip of the bottle a quick lick with his long and agile tongue.

�Umm�good Irish whiskey. How would it taste�on you?� The smile he gave her could only be called evil.

Sara gasped at the lewd suggestions being tossed at her. Ian had never, would never, talk to her like this. All she could do is stare in disbelief. Forcing herself to accept the reality. This man was not, could not be Ian Nottingham.

�Irons would like to see you. Today.� The derision in his voice when he said Irons� name was another check in the minus column. Ian, while he might not care for Kenneth Irons� plans or methods would never have so openly derided him.

�Sure, it will just have to be later. I�I have a few things to take care of first.� Sara stumbled over her words. All she could think was somehow getting this obscene facsimile of Ian out of her loft, before her Ian woke up. �I�ll be over as soon as I�m done.�

�I can wait � for you.� He ran his tongue over his lips and once again gave her a leer. Sara trembled at the look in his eyes. She had faced many dangerous opponents in her time, but the glints of insanity she was seeing were beginning to horrify her.

�No, no. That�s fine�Ian. I�ll just see you there.� Sara moved towards the door and held it open for him. Time seemed to stand still as she waited for his reaction.

He stared at her for a moment, then, with a shrug, he put the whiskey bottle down and walked towards her. Sara refused to let him see how he affected her, how much she wanted to cringe away from him; as if his very presence would contaminate her.

He stopped in front of her and leaned towards her. �Until later then. Bella.� Sara was unable to prevent her reaction to hearing Tommy Gallo�s nickname for her coming from his lips. Laughing softly at the expression on her face he put his hand on the back of her neck. Sara forced herself not to look away from this contest of will, but stared deep into depths of hell that were his eyes, even as she tried not to flinch from his touch.
�I�ll be waiting.� There was an unholy promise in those eyes as they stared deep into hers. Releasing her abruptly he whirled out the door and disappeared.

Sara shut and locked the door, trying to still the trembling that was overtaking her body. She was so cold. Shock, it had to be shock that was causing this reaction. Stumbling once again, she made her way back to the bed. She crawled under the covers and pressed herself against Ian�s frame. Using his warmth to still the tremors that racked her body and soul. She didn�t know what evil had just visited her, but she knew Kenneth Irons had a lot to answer for. She wrapped her arms around the Ian in her bed and rocked slowly too and fro, not sure at this point if she was comforting herself or him.

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Instinct - Chapter 6 - *Warning* R Rating -- moondreamer, 08:00:54 05/28/02 Tue

Hmm..now that I've reread this I should probably ask Spin to back off a bit on the offerings! (NT) -- moondreamer, 08:39:42 05/28/02 Tue

With a promise of another tryst like this one I'll offer more!! -- Spin, 18:59:27 05/28/02 Tue

Spin...I think the black silk offerings are what got me here in the first place!!! (NT) -- moondreamer, 19:09:19 05/28/02 Tue
- Thanks for the email again! Tell your hubby 'welcome'!! =) (NT) -- Spin (returning back to the offering alter...hehehe *eg*), 02:38:30 05/29/02 Wed