Hey everyone. If you recognize this, that would be because a friend of mine posted this story before I had an account. But I have been writing more and more fanfics so I got account and thought I'd post my first fanfic first. The entire thing is in Ian"s perspective. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.
My hands were around her neck, slowly tightening like a boa constrictor. I tried to stop. I had to stop or I would kill her. Her silver eyes, the only thing that was her's in this body, looked frightened. They pleaded for me to stop, but I couldn't. My hands just kept tightening. I was going to kill her. The only woman I would ever love and I was going to be the one to kill her. I tried to release my hands, but they wouldn't respond. It was like someone else was controlling my hands. These hands pressed deeper into her throat and her eyes grew wide. She had stopped resisting but her eyes still held that frightened, pleading look. Her blue lips trembled as she breathed, "Ian…, please." And then the life that I cherished most left her silver eyes. I cried out and as I did, I sprang from my bed.
"Ian, what's wrong?" asked a sleepy voice from beside me. I turned and the sight that met my eyes was by far the most beautiful sight ever. Sure the body which contained her was very pretty, but the expressions that it held and those silver eyes that shone out in the night made my heart lurch. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to my chest.
"I had a nightmare," I exclaimed into her hair.
"What was it about?" she asked as her arms encircled me. I buried my face in her hair. I didn't want to remind her of my shameful actions as well.
"Ian?" Wanda whispered. I would have to tell her sooner or later. She was sure stubborn for a soul.
"I dreamt, well remembered, the time I tried to strangle you. Only this time,… I didn't let go," I murmured, hoping my voice was too low for her to hear. But she did hear and drew a quick breath. I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth. I should have lied and said I dreamt of a giant spider creature. Just when I thought she'd draw back out of my arms, she pulled me closer and stroked my back.
"Shhhh," she soothed, "It was only a dream."
"No it wasn't, it was real before," I argued, "I did something that was unforgivable and I don't deserve to have you now." And it was true, I didn't. Wanda was so kind and gentle. She cared about every living thing. I once tried to kill her and I deserved to die. However when I told her this, she had a different view.
"You didn't know any better, you were scared and thought that I was a threat and I was. I didn't belong. Your actions were justified. It's all right," she explained. I couldn't bear it. Here she was, holding her almost murderer in her arms and telling me that my violence towards her was justified!
"No Wanda, it wasn't justified! What I did was terrible and I deserve to die!" I cried. I had to quiet down. This was borderline shouting.
"Nobody deserves to die Ian. We all make mistakes. What matters is that we learn from them. Now, go to sleep," she whispered. And, because she said it with such determination, I could. I pulled her onto my chest, lay down and watched her fall asleep in my arms. She was so peaceful that I wondered how I could ever have hurt her. But she was right. It didn't matter now. All I knew was that I would rather die than see her hurt. So I drifted off to sleep to meet the next dream that would come.