None of the Witchblade stuff is mine. It just got my brain working and the story came out. The only thing I will claim is Adrienne, and her order. They are the fruits of my noodle. Hey, I'm just a fan who can't live on weekly 50 minute doses alone. Pity me, if anything. I aim only to entertain my fellows, and not to infringe on anyone else's copyrights etc., or to offend anyone. Reviews are welcome.
Kalder-maaren
Blood Ties
R-Violence, Adult situations
Based on show, haven't got my hands on the comics yet
Sara finds out that she has more than just a ghost looking out for her.
Chapter 1: Another dream, Another mystery.
Sara Pezzini Thrashed in her sleep, the red stone of the witchblade glowing brightly in the dark of the room. The same dream came to her again and again. Sometimes there were pieces missing, sometimes there was something new, but it was always the same scene.
The cave was lit unevenly; firelight dancing on the walls and seeming to animate the symbols set there in stone. Near the center of the cavern stood a group of robed figures. They stood around something. Her viewpoint changing drastically, Sara looked down on the group from above. She could see a shallow metal dish laid on a rough stone table; symbols like those on the wall drawn on the table around the dish. The first time, the dream ended there.
The next night there was sound- the figures chanting. Occasionally one voice would take over, and the others respond. Tonight there was more still.
Tonight the figures had faces; blurred, but recognizably human. And there was blood on the hands of each as they rested them, palms up, on the table, fingers pointing to the central dish. The chanting intensified, and the sense of power in the space built until Sara felt she would suffocate. Abruptly, it abated.
The cave was dark now, unlit and cold. No one stood by the table on which the bracelet, the witchblade sat where the dish had been. Gone too were the symbols on the table. It seemed that Sara's dream-self was the only being there. Then, from the darkest shadows at the back of the cave a form emerged. It was a moment before Sara could make out the likeness of a young woman, dark-haired and clad in gray robes.
Somehow, Sara was sure that this girl had not been one of the figures in her earlier vision. Coming closer, she was puzzled by the girl's face. In the dim witchlight that accompanied her appearance, Sara could tell she was fair skinned and pretty, her features curved but not blunted. She might have been as young as sixteen. But when Sara looked into her blue-grey eyes she could see centuries hidden.
Hand out-stretched, the girl smiled and opened her mouth to speak.
The telephone jarred Sara from the dream. Startled, sleepy, and still half mesmerized, Sara grabbed the receiver and spoke in a choked sort of whisper. "Who are you?"
A nervous chuckle on the other end of the line greeted her.
"Ah, ummm, Pez. It's Jake? Are you ok?" Sara recovered herself quickly.
"Yeah. Sorry. I was.. . Having a weird dream. T'sall. Uh, Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"It's five fifteen in the morning."
"I know Pez. But I wanted to make sure I caught you. In case we couldn't talk later."
"This better be damned important."
"Sorry, but it is."
"Ok then. Shoot."
"I know you hate me tagging along and you must have your reasons and all that, but for your own sake, you gotta bring me in."
"I ...I'm sorry Jake. I try-" He interrupted her.
"No. Listen. When you skip out, Dante gives me the 3rd degree. He wants to get you on something, Pez, and he'll use me if he can. You really gotta watch your back."
"Jake-"
"I don't know why it is you keep me at such a distance, but please, try at least to make this look like a regular training relationship. I want Dante off my back, and I'm afraid one of these days I'll slip up and won't be able to cover for you."
"I really am sorry Jake, for making things hard for you. And I appreciate you keeping the dogs off me. I promise I'll do better."
"Thanks, Sara. That's all I ask."
Kalder-maaren
Blood Ties
R-Violence, Adult situations
Based on show, haven't got my hands on the comics yet
Sara finds out that she has more than just a ghost looking out for her.
Chapter 1: Another dream, Another mystery.
Sara Pezzini Thrashed in her sleep, the red stone of the witchblade glowing brightly in the dark of the room. The same dream came to her again and again. Sometimes there were pieces missing, sometimes there was something new, but it was always the same scene.
The cave was lit unevenly; firelight dancing on the walls and seeming to animate the symbols set there in stone. Near the center of the cavern stood a group of robed figures. They stood around something. Her viewpoint changing drastically, Sara looked down on the group from above. She could see a shallow metal dish laid on a rough stone table; symbols like those on the wall drawn on the table around the dish. The first time, the dream ended there.
The next night there was sound- the figures chanting. Occasionally one voice would take over, and the others respond. Tonight there was more still.
Tonight the figures had faces; blurred, but recognizably human. And there was blood on the hands of each as they rested them, palms up, on the table, fingers pointing to the central dish. The chanting intensified, and the sense of power in the space built until Sara felt she would suffocate. Abruptly, it abated.
The cave was dark now, unlit and cold. No one stood by the table on which the bracelet, the witchblade sat where the dish had been. Gone too were the symbols on the table. It seemed that Sara's dream-self was the only being there. Then, from the darkest shadows at the back of the cave a form emerged. It was a moment before Sara could make out the likeness of a young woman, dark-haired and clad in gray robes.
Somehow, Sara was sure that this girl had not been one of the figures in her earlier vision. Coming closer, she was puzzled by the girl's face. In the dim witchlight that accompanied her appearance, Sara could tell she was fair skinned and pretty, her features curved but not blunted. She might have been as young as sixteen. But when Sara looked into her blue-grey eyes she could see centuries hidden.
Hand out-stretched, the girl smiled and opened her mouth to speak.
The telephone jarred Sara from the dream. Startled, sleepy, and still half mesmerized, Sara grabbed the receiver and spoke in a choked sort of whisper. "Who are you?"
A nervous chuckle on the other end of the line greeted her.
"Ah, ummm, Pez. It's Jake? Are you ok?" Sara recovered herself quickly.
"Yeah. Sorry. I was.. . Having a weird dream. T'sall. Uh, Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"It's five fifteen in the morning."
"I know Pez. But I wanted to make sure I caught you. In case we couldn't talk later."
"This better be damned important."
"Sorry, but it is."
"Ok then. Shoot."
"I know you hate me tagging along and you must have your reasons and all that, but for your own sake, you gotta bring me in."
"I ...I'm sorry Jake. I try-" He interrupted her.
"No. Listen. When you skip out, Dante gives me the 3rd degree. He wants to get you on something, Pez, and he'll use me if he can. You really gotta watch your back."
"Jake-"
"I don't know why it is you keep me at such a distance, but please, try at least to make this look like a regular training relationship. I want Dante off my back, and I'm afraid one of these days I'll slip up and won't be able to cover for you."
"I really am sorry Jake, for making things hard for you. And I appreciate you keeping the dogs off me. I promise I'll do better."
"Thanks, Sara. That's all I ask."