Disclaimer: I do not own Witchblade or any of the characters. I am just a very broke student.

AN: If you like this and I get some review (+& -) I might continue it, it is my first attempt at Witchblade so give me a break.





"Somewhere between darkness and light, where wrong becomes right and right become wrong. That is where I want to go. Where I can be lost to all the ones that want to hurt me. I am sure that I am exaggerating the feeling that inhabits me tonight. But how could I not. Ever since I have had that thing on my wrist, I feel like I am walking on the edge of a cliff and it's a long way down from where I am. I Am not sure if I want to even think about what is down there. Maybe Danny is down there waiting for me, willing to catch me if I fall. Or even Ian. Ian Nottingham. Nottingham. Ian. The man confuses me. He is the reason why I can't think straight. Him and his employer or should I say 'master.' Kenneth Irons. If the devil really exists than Irons is his incarnation on earth. The man makes my skin crawl but at the same time I feel and attraction to him. Or is the attraction towards Ian. Again I come back to Ian. He is always looking out for me. How many times has the man saved my life in the last few weeks? More than I can count. Not that I am not grateful that he did, I just hate the idea of Irons lapdog babysitting me But do I really hate it or do I crave it? Oh, Ian!"

He looked at her as she was sleeping. He stood in front of her bed. She had her covers tangled around her feet. She looked so beautiful with her dark brown hair spread out around her. She looked so peaceful and delicate while she was sleeping. His eyes trail over her body revealed. She was wearing a tank and boy shorts. But what interested him was her wrist. There, quiet as if sleeping, rested the Witchblade.

" Ian …she whispered. The young man jumped. She was still sleeping. She had not seen him. Was she dreaming about him? And if she was what was she dreaming about? He looked at her alarm clock. It was about five in the morning. The sun would be coming up soon, meaning he would have to leave. That thought made him sad, he wish he could be near her all the time and be there for her. Like he had been there for her in her other lives. He leaned over her. He gently brush a few strands of hair away from her face. She moaned and turned on her side. He backed away from her. The sun would be up in a few minutes and he had to be back out before her alarm clock rang.

He found it harder to leave her side in the morning. He wish he could just lie down next to her and keep her nightmares away from her. The Witchblade in her wrist hissed as if to tell him that it was time for him to go. AS soon as he got on the fire escape, her alarm clock rang. Her hand flew up and smacked the noise making apparatus. She growled as she opened one eye. She sat on her bed scratching her abs. She walked to the bathroom.

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He saw her disappear into the bathroom. He looked at his watch. He had to go back to Irons or it would be his head. He took on last look at his lady. He chuckled what his master say if her knew that he thought of the current Witchblade wielder as his or what would she say. Would there be fire in her eyes, rebellion, hate or would there be love for him. He closed his eyes. Why did he think like this? Why did he torture himself? She could never love him. He was a killer. He stalked her. He just stood still breathing. Trying to force her out of his mind. " Lady Sarah" he whispered. He opened is eyes to find himself face to face with the object of his affection.

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Sarah had taken a quick shower. She had dressed in her bathroom. And come back out as fast as possible. She heard the Witchblade hum as she stepped out of the bathroom. There, on the fire escape, was the man who hunted her dream. She walked towards him and looked at him closer. His eyes were shut and he seemed lost in his thoughts. He looked so human at the time. She approached the window cautiously, taking in every details of his bearded face. His high cheekbones, his nose and her eyes rested on his lips. She licked hers. Her mouth was dry. There he was, looking vulnerable, as calm as water, her Ian. My Ian; where did that come from? She thought. Suddenly his eyes opened. Her face inches from his. Their eyes met. Hazel on green.

" Hello Nottingham"

"Hello, Lady Sara," he said. She reached out a hand to straighten one of his locks but he backed out. Afraid that he might her himself she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. Her momentum and his made her drop on the floor. A few seconds later he was on top of her. His face turned red at the position. And he got of her immediately. I have to get out of here, before I do something I may regret.

She was still lying on the floor, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes for a sec. When she opened them again he was gone. She looked at the time. She had to be in the precinct in a few minutes.

" What a way to start my day. Damn Nottingham," she muttered.