I felt the warm glow of the Witchblade grow on my arm. As I look down upon it, the room began to change.

"The money is nothing. Where is the Witchblade" The sound of Irons' voice made my skin crawl. I cross my arms and lean against the fireplace. I had always wondered the kind of relationship these two had. For once I get to watch them, see what really happens behind closed doors. To my disappointment, nothing about the two had been really different from what I have already seen. A master and his servant.

"Back on Sara Pezzini. Evidently, where it belongs."

"You should have had it. That little Irish whore was an utter pretender."

"I agree. So, evidently, did the Witchblade. It was back on Lady Sara's wrist by the time I got there. Even when she was unconscious it would not come off."

I stared incredulously at Ian. He had lied to Irons about the blade. He lied for me.

I could tell Irons wasn't buying it. His eyes began to flare when Ian raised his head to glare at him. However, Irons had a solution to that. He hit Ian so hard he managed to knock out few strands of hair.

"You should have cut off her hand."

My hand began to itch. The blade felt my anger and wanted to activate. I had to constantly remind myself that this was a dream. I couldn't do anything but watch. Pushing myself off the fireplace I walk over to them. I realize then the abuse Nottingham must have gone through being under such an 'Iron' fist.

There had been no reprisal from him, expect for the murderous look in those dark eyes. I chill ran down my spine and for once I felt afraid. Not for me but for Irons. I could sense Irons felt it too.

"Next time I will"

"Go"

Irons made his way back to the fireplace. I stood beside him, observing the slight smirk on his face, I had a feeling Irons knew Ian lied to him about the blade. I also knew the kind of man Kenneth Irons really was. The bastard always had some thing up his sleeves. I may not know what it is now, but I'm going to find out.

The blade hissed on my wrist, but the deep red glow frightened me. Every thing around had grown dark; I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. Then white flashes began to illuminate the room. Ian's soft voice echoed into the air as images of him projected in front of me.

"I can no longer dwell on my hopes that one day you'll see my true intentions and ask to become inseparable. I have given you all that I know: my love, my trust, and my soul.

Recalling how I found you in my office, on my filing cabinet. Professing your love for me. Then telling me if I wanted, we could be inseparable. All I had to do was ask. The frustration and your offering coming out of left field, I said the first thing that came to my mind…

Wishing, like a little boy, that all that I have given you would be returned. However, no matter how noble my actions were you still rejected me.

…I called you a 'Freak' Then I noticed the same anguished expression I had seen earlier. I never would have thought that simple word would have hurt you. But how was I suppose to know?

Soon Irons will see right through me and throw me out into the cold darkness.

"…Your darkness awaits you, Ian."

When that moment comes, I will do what I should have done a long time ago. Protect your honor by sacrificing mine. Through my eyes I have seen my immediate future and accepted my fate.

"…I came to say good-bye…"

Every thing inside me went numb. I can't believe my eyes. I stare incredulously as you sacrifice your life for mine. Quickly I run to you, my arms fleeting trying to hold your injured body before you fall to the ground, but I can't. You drop to your knees and I remain helpless as I watch Dante walk behind you, raised his gun and fired the last round that would kill you. Your body goes limp and I know you're gone forever. My anger and rage activated the blade on my arm, and I began to slash at Dante. Only to have it passed through him without a scratch.

Knowing it has no use here the Witchblade returns to its bracelet form. My heart breaks as I fall to my knees and watch your body fade away from my view. I want to reach out to you, but I can't because its…only… a… dream.

Now perched on your fire escape I continue my vigilance. Until one day my presence will no longer be needed."

A fervent tug from the blade reels me back into consciousness. I bolt up in bed, covered in my own sweat. I'm confused at first, then I remember the dream and its outcome. I rush to my window, praying to God that your there.