This is my first Witchblade story so please be gentle.
~Pixie-Dust
Disclaimer: I do not own the Witchblade characters, IF I DID IAN WOULD BE MY SLAVE!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! ...... Um well any way I do own Raven Cole, so you can't have her without my permission.
Please enjoy and Review!
One's Will
Kenneth Irons was sitting at his desk in one of the many rooms in his mansion. He was contemplating the newest wielder, Sara Pezzini.
`Such a curious and stubborn creature,' he mused. Sara had dropped by earlier that week to talk to about the Witchblade. As usual she was demanding answers and when Irons provided them Sara threw a fit. She started ranting and raving something akin to `never getting a straight forward answer' and `creepy cryptic guys.' Irons sighed and noticed that Ian was in the room. Irons stared at Ian, who was standing slightly in the shadows in a military stance with his eyes glued to the floor. Irons started to think about how close Ian and Sara was getting, and he began to suspect that Ian's loyalty might come into question sometime in the near future. But Irons thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming open, and a figure in black walking into the room. Ian put himself in front of Irons, to better protect his master from any danger.
"May I help you Sir?" Irons asked coldly and a snort answered to Irons' inquire.
" I think the question is how can `I' help `YOU'?" said a distinctly feminine voice. The woman's head snapped up to reveal a vision of beauty. She had black eyes with long soot lashes, her lips were lush and full, and her skin was so pale you could mistake her for a ghost. Her onyx eyes stabbed into Ian knocking him to the ground. She pinned him there with just a thought and started to stalk towards Irons. Stopping in front of his desk, she reached up and pulled off her black hat (think Ian's). Ebony hair kissed her shoulders as a small smile graced her pink lips.
"It is nice to see you again Kenneth, Ian," the woman gestured to Ian and he was able to stand up. He walked over to stand behind Irons in his usual stance.
"Do I know you?" asked Irons, utterly dumfounded (for once).
The woman pouted then smiled, "Awe, I'm hurt Kenny that you don't remember me. Well maybe Ian remembers his little black birdie, in her gilded cage..."
Ian's head snapped up and a look of shock enslaved his face, "Raven Cole..."
"It's good to know that someone remembers me. You know Kenny, they say memory is the first thing to go when you get old."
Irons almost had a heart attack, `It can't be!'
`Oh but it can,' whispered a sultry voice in Irons' mind causing him to jump.
"Well... Raven, it's nice to see you again. Why exactly are you here?" Irons questioned.
Raven smirked, "Well, if I remember correctly, you said that as soon as the Witchblade found a wielder then I was to return."
"Ah yes, but I don't recall informing you about the new wielder."
"You didn't have to, remember I wore the Witchblade, so I'm connected to it. I know that Sara Pezzini is the true wielder."
"Yes, well weither or not she is the true wielder remains to be seen," Irons said evenly.
Raven's expression turned serious, "She is the true wielder, make no mistake about that. You of all people should know the difference between a true wielder and a pretender."
Irons shifted uncomfortably, "Yes well, with that said, why don't you sit down?"
As sparkle entered Raven's dark eyes, " Only if Ian does."
Ian looked up at her with his intense chocolaty eyes, and then moved to sit down in a chair not too far from where Irons sat. Raven nodded her approval and slipped into a chair nearby. During Ian and Raven's standoff Irons took the time to really study Raven. His icy blue eye raked over her body, taking in every aspect of her appearance. The last time he saw her was when she was no more then twelve and Ian had been thirteen. That was eleven years ago and both of his pupils had changed. Ian was a lethal assassin and Raven had bloomed into a beautiful young woman. Irons continued his scrutiny while Raven sat there, silently posing for both men. Her black hair fell around her face and brushed against her black trench coat. The coat draped loosely over her lean form. She wore a tight black knitted shirt that Irons finds to be long sleeve when she removed her coat so they could get a better look. Her pants were black and baggy with many zipper pockets upon closer inspection.
Reaching her feet they found a pair of steel toe boots, black of course (What did you think I was going to say, ` oh the boots are a canary yellow by the way'). Quickly traveling back up her body they both find that each of her small pale fingers is adorned with Celtic designed ring and black straps hug her form. Upon their curious expressions, Raven quickly pulls out her black and silver Katana from behind her back. After returning her weapon to its sheath she spoke,
"If I've passed inspection could we please move on to more important things, like the Witchblade and Sara?"
Ian blushed slightly and directed his gaze to the floor, while Irons smiled.
"Yes, you're right, we have much to discuss."
Hate it? Love it? Tell me so I can decide on either continuing or deleting the story. I'll take criticism, hey I need pointers!!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!
~Pixie-Dust
Disclaimer: I do not own the Witchblade characters, IF I DID IAN WOULD BE MY SLAVE!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! ...... Um well any way I do own Raven Cole, so you can't have her without my permission.
Please enjoy and Review!
One's Will
Kenneth Irons was sitting at his desk in one of the many rooms in his mansion. He was contemplating the newest wielder, Sara Pezzini.
`Such a curious and stubborn creature,' he mused. Sara had dropped by earlier that week to talk to about the Witchblade. As usual she was demanding answers and when Irons provided them Sara threw a fit. She started ranting and raving something akin to `never getting a straight forward answer' and `creepy cryptic guys.' Irons sighed and noticed that Ian was in the room. Irons stared at Ian, who was standing slightly in the shadows in a military stance with his eyes glued to the floor. Irons started to think about how close Ian and Sara was getting, and he began to suspect that Ian's loyalty might come into question sometime in the near future. But Irons thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming open, and a figure in black walking into the room. Ian put himself in front of Irons, to better protect his master from any danger.
"May I help you Sir?" Irons asked coldly and a snort answered to Irons' inquire.
" I think the question is how can `I' help `YOU'?" said a distinctly feminine voice. The woman's head snapped up to reveal a vision of beauty. She had black eyes with long soot lashes, her lips were lush and full, and her skin was so pale you could mistake her for a ghost. Her onyx eyes stabbed into Ian knocking him to the ground. She pinned him there with just a thought and started to stalk towards Irons. Stopping in front of his desk, she reached up and pulled off her black hat (think Ian's). Ebony hair kissed her shoulders as a small smile graced her pink lips.
"It is nice to see you again Kenneth, Ian," the woman gestured to Ian and he was able to stand up. He walked over to stand behind Irons in his usual stance.
"Do I know you?" asked Irons, utterly dumfounded (for once).
The woman pouted then smiled, "Awe, I'm hurt Kenny that you don't remember me. Well maybe Ian remembers his little black birdie, in her gilded cage..."
Ian's head snapped up and a look of shock enslaved his face, "Raven Cole..."
"It's good to know that someone remembers me. You know Kenny, they say memory is the first thing to go when you get old."
Irons almost had a heart attack, `It can't be!'
`Oh but it can,' whispered a sultry voice in Irons' mind causing him to jump.
"Well... Raven, it's nice to see you again. Why exactly are you here?" Irons questioned.
Raven smirked, "Well, if I remember correctly, you said that as soon as the Witchblade found a wielder then I was to return."
"Ah yes, but I don't recall informing you about the new wielder."
"You didn't have to, remember I wore the Witchblade, so I'm connected to it. I know that Sara Pezzini is the true wielder."
"Yes, well weither or not she is the true wielder remains to be seen," Irons said evenly.
Raven's expression turned serious, "She is the true wielder, make no mistake about that. You of all people should know the difference between a true wielder and a pretender."
Irons shifted uncomfortably, "Yes well, with that said, why don't you sit down?"
As sparkle entered Raven's dark eyes, " Only if Ian does."
Ian looked up at her with his intense chocolaty eyes, and then moved to sit down in a chair not too far from where Irons sat. Raven nodded her approval and slipped into a chair nearby. During Ian and Raven's standoff Irons took the time to really study Raven. His icy blue eye raked over her body, taking in every aspect of her appearance. The last time he saw her was when she was no more then twelve and Ian had been thirteen. That was eleven years ago and both of his pupils had changed. Ian was a lethal assassin and Raven had bloomed into a beautiful young woman. Irons continued his scrutiny while Raven sat there, silently posing for both men. Her black hair fell around her face and brushed against her black trench coat. The coat draped loosely over her lean form. She wore a tight black knitted shirt that Irons finds to be long sleeve when she removed her coat so they could get a better look. Her pants were black and baggy with many zipper pockets upon closer inspection.
Reaching her feet they found a pair of steel toe boots, black of course (What did you think I was going to say, ` oh the boots are a canary yellow by the way'). Quickly traveling back up her body they both find that each of her small pale fingers is adorned with Celtic designed ring and black straps hug her form. Upon their curious expressions, Raven quickly pulls out her black and silver Katana from behind her back. After returning her weapon to its sheath she spoke,
"If I've passed inspection could we please move on to more important things, like the Witchblade and Sara?"
Ian blushed slightly and directed his gaze to the floor, while Irons smiled.
"Yes, you're right, we have much to discuss."
Hate it? Love it? Tell me so I can decide on either continuing or deleting the story. I'll take criticism, hey I need pointers!!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!