Disclaimer: The Witchblade Movie, Series, Comics, and characters belong to Top Cow Productions. I own nothing but the idea here.
Oops... O_o It seems I rushed the end a teensy-weensy bit...fine, alot! I'M SORRY! Clarifications are definitely in order. First, Irons' connection with the Blade had started to fade. There was no interference from Elizabeth or the immortal. And yes, immortal as in Highlander immortal - but, no, I don't own anything in -that- series either. Another yes, it -was- Sara's body that Ian pulled out. And the Blade did fall off -her- wrist. ...Lastly, who told you Sara was dead? It ain't over 'til it's over... I feel so guilty... I'll try to pace my new fic a li'l slower. Actually, I really will have to pace it 'cause school will start soon. College...*gulp*... Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but the crossover is...well...ahem, anime. Yes, as in Japanese cartoons... FINE! I -am- a freak of nature! ...It's an assassin series called Weiß Kreuz... Tell me what you think. I'm open to comments. ...You guys do forgive me...right? O_O
Immortal Beloved
Epilogue
Ian placed the bowl on the table and sat down to eat in silence. A cereal box was his companion - well, that and a stray cat he'd picked up. In a way, it reminded him of himself. Alone in the world. Unwanted. He'd named it, 'Shadow'. It seemed appropriate. For once, someone else was doing the stalking. The gray cat never seemed to want to let him out of its sight. At the moment, it weaved its way about his chair and settled down to drink its pan of warm milk. It contentedly lapped at it as it purred like a motor at his feet.
After they'd eaten, the two went out for their daily walk. It was a nice Monday morning and some neighbours were already leaving for work in the city. He waved back to those he knew and went on through the small suburb area he now called home. He reached the local grocery store and bought some eggs. Maybe he'd bake cookies.
When he returned to his house, he removed the leash so his cat could rush ahead and leap into the arms of the woman on the porch steps. She obligingly caught the purring bundle and scratched its stomach before releasing it. Then, she stood to flash a wan smile at the man a few feet away.
"Is something wrong?"
"No...I was in the area and...well, hi."
"I see...hi," he hesitantly returned.
"Well...if you're busy, I could leave - "
"No! ...No. I'm baking cookies."
"Cookies?" She blinked in surprise.
"Yes. Double chocolate chip ones."
"My favorite."
"I know."
She flushed slightly and coughed.
"...I never did have the chance to ask you. Where's the Witchblade?"
"It's in some museum. It probably waits there for its new Wielder."
"It left me."
"Yes." A soft reply.
"You saved me."
"Yes." Even softer.
"But, why did you tell Irons I was dead?"
"To hide you from him."
"But, -why- did you do it?"
"...So, you'd be safe."
The answer was so simple, and yet... The two just stood there, feet apart and eyes on the paved pathwalk. Then, the woman looked up.
"If you're ever in the city...call me? Maybe we could have lunch or watch a movie." He nodded his head. "...Well, I guess I should go."
She started to walk towards her car. For a moment, he just stood there with his back to her. His cat sat placidly at the porch and seemed to give him the evil eye. Suddenly, he turned around and called out to her.
"Sara."
She looked back at him with an uncertain smile.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to bake cookies?"
Damn, he was a pathetic fool.
"I'd like that."
But, at least, he was her fool.
The hand rose and fell to an unheard rhythm with its long fingers clasped around the ivory handle of a brush. It moved up and down the dark silken hair, then it was set aside as the hands braided the soft scented tresses. When they were finished, they reverently smoothed the dark head of hair one last time then rested on the slender shoulders of the woman.
"I have a present for you."
"A pwesent for me, Kenny?"
Her dark emerald eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. The man merely smiled and handed her a velvet case. She fumbled with the clasp in her anticipation then cooed when she saw what lay within.
"Oh, what a pweety bwacelet!"
He brushed his lips on her flushed cheek as he fastened it on her wrist. The red gem that adorned the bangle gleamed for a moment. Then, it was gone. The man chose not to see it as the woman leaned into his embrace. He held her close as she continued to blather on about the bracelet. Every one in awhile, he'd nod his head at her.
"Can we ride the horsies tomorrow, Kenny? Huh, can we?"
"Of course, sweet. ...Anything and everything for you."
In the darkness, a man smiled sadly. He saw what the other refused to see...the child within the woman, the body without its soul.
Oops... O_o It seems I rushed the end a teensy-weensy bit...fine, alot! I'M SORRY! Clarifications are definitely in order. First, Irons' connection with the Blade had started to fade. There was no interference from Elizabeth or the immortal. And yes, immortal as in Highlander immortal - but, no, I don't own anything in -that- series either. Another yes, it -was- Sara's body that Ian pulled out. And the Blade did fall off -her- wrist. ...Lastly, who told you Sara was dead? It ain't over 'til it's over... I feel so guilty... I'll try to pace my new fic a li'l slower. Actually, I really will have to pace it 'cause school will start soon. College...*gulp*... Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but the crossover is...well...ahem, anime. Yes, as in Japanese cartoons... FINE! I -am- a freak of nature! ...It's an assassin series called Weiß Kreuz... Tell me what you think. I'm open to comments. ...You guys do forgive me...right? O_O
Immortal Beloved
Epilogue
Ian placed the bowl on the table and sat down to eat in silence. A cereal box was his companion - well, that and a stray cat he'd picked up. In a way, it reminded him of himself. Alone in the world. Unwanted. He'd named it, 'Shadow'. It seemed appropriate. For once, someone else was doing the stalking. The gray cat never seemed to want to let him out of its sight. At the moment, it weaved its way about his chair and settled down to drink its pan of warm milk. It contentedly lapped at it as it purred like a motor at his feet.
After they'd eaten, the two went out for their daily walk. It was a nice Monday morning and some neighbours were already leaving for work in the city. He waved back to those he knew and went on through the small suburb area he now called home. He reached the local grocery store and bought some eggs. Maybe he'd bake cookies.
When he returned to his house, he removed the leash so his cat could rush ahead and leap into the arms of the woman on the porch steps. She obligingly caught the purring bundle and scratched its stomach before releasing it. Then, she stood to flash a wan smile at the man a few feet away.
"Is something wrong?"
"No...I was in the area and...well, hi."
"I see...hi," he hesitantly returned.
"Well...if you're busy, I could leave - "
"No! ...No. I'm baking cookies."
"Cookies?" She blinked in surprise.
"Yes. Double chocolate chip ones."
"My favorite."
"I know."
She flushed slightly and coughed.
"...I never did have the chance to ask you. Where's the Witchblade?"
"It's in some museum. It probably waits there for its new Wielder."
"It left me."
"Yes." A soft reply.
"You saved me."
"Yes." Even softer.
"But, why did you tell Irons I was dead?"
"To hide you from him."
"But, -why- did you do it?"
"...So, you'd be safe."
The answer was so simple, and yet... The two just stood there, feet apart and eyes on the paved pathwalk. Then, the woman looked up.
"If you're ever in the city...call me? Maybe we could have lunch or watch a movie." He nodded his head. "...Well, I guess I should go."
She started to walk towards her car. For a moment, he just stood there with his back to her. His cat sat placidly at the porch and seemed to give him the evil eye. Suddenly, he turned around and called out to her.
"Sara."
She looked back at him with an uncertain smile.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to bake cookies?"
Damn, he was a pathetic fool.
"I'd like that."
But, at least, he was her fool.
The hand rose and fell to an unheard rhythm with its long fingers clasped around the ivory handle of a brush. It moved up and down the dark silken hair, then it was set aside as the hands braided the soft scented tresses. When they were finished, they reverently smoothed the dark head of hair one last time then rested on the slender shoulders of the woman.
"I have a present for you."
"A pwesent for me, Kenny?"
Her dark emerald eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. The man merely smiled and handed her a velvet case. She fumbled with the clasp in her anticipation then cooed when she saw what lay within.
"Oh, what a pweety bwacelet!"
He brushed his lips on her flushed cheek as he fastened it on her wrist. The red gem that adorned the bangle gleamed for a moment. Then, it was gone. The man chose not to see it as the woman leaned into his embrace. He held her close as she continued to blather on about the bracelet. Every one in awhile, he'd nod his head at her.
"Can we ride the horsies tomorrow, Kenny? Huh, can we?"
"Of course, sweet. ...Anything and everything for you."
In the darkness, a man smiled sadly. He saw what the other refused to see...the child within the woman, the body without its soul.