Entry 2
So this thing has some perks.
God I can't believe that guy was so forward as to introduce me as his wife!
So what does this scrap of metal want me to believe? That I was the fair Cathain and he is or was, god this is so confusing, my lover Conchobar?
I had to admit that as I walked into the bar and saw him for the first time that there was an attraction. I kept getting these flashes of the two of us either making love or fighting.
Well Danny, oh wise Asian master what do you make of that? Your student associates fighting with love.
For some reason Danny doesn't decide to appear.
Then last night...oh wow, were those dreams hot!
Damn it the phone's ringing.
****
I think I'm addicted to this thing, this keeping a record of my thoughts. It helps sort out the confusion.
Anyway, Dante called me over the fire for not realizing that the DB at the scene yesterday was already dead.
It's like duh, captain, I wanted to say, she might have been a body from the morgue but we all know that those kind of freaks turn into killers.
But, I know the real reason I didn't say anything; it's the blade. I get these flashes, most of the time it's from the victim. The pain, the fear, they have right after they realize they are going to die and right before the peace of acceptance.
I don't know it's kind of hard to put into words. See when you, and by you, I mean the universal you, not you in first person.... When you first realize that you are going to be murdered your adrenaline starts pumping and its all fight or flight reaction. Then when you can't escape, you can't fight, you are about to take the bullet, the knife, whatever, it's all grief. You don't want to die; you want to see your lover or your mother or your best friend one last time. You would give your own soul to just tell the person you love good-bye.
Then after you are shot, people rarely die right away, you realize there is nothing you can do about it so you might as well enjoy the ride.
Acceptance.
The problem with most crime scenes is that the grief, anger, fear, hang over it like a black cloud. I would feel the residue emotions before this chunk of tin decided to take up permanent residence on my wrist. Now those emotions are broadcast to me loud and clear because of this thing.
Was I trying to make a point here, somewhere?
Oh, yeah, Dante.
What could I tell the captain? That I knew the body had been mutilated after the fact as soon as I walked into the crime scene? I knew this because I didn't feel the "normal" emotions emanating from the body? Yeah, right, just take me to the shrink this second and put me on the one way train off of the force.
So what could I tell Dante? That instead of getting flashes from the victim like I normally do, I was getting them from the future killer? That I know he, the killer, is following Conchobar's song? And will kill someone soon?
***
Breathe. That's what Danny told me. Just breathe.
As I told Danny, I had fifty cases, well early this morning it grew to fifty-one.
Dante looked at me as he handed me the report of the latest victim. I think he was expecting a smart retort or a smug glance that I was right and he was wrong.
He doesn't get it, does he? I wanted to be wrong! Doesn't he understand that by being right one more person was dead? She was a beautiful woman, too. She was at the bar and she was alive, she was the groupie that came up to Conchobar.
I brought Conchobar in to the station and promptly had to let him walk. Not that I really thought he was the killer.
I got to his apartment around 6:00 and he asked me which 6.
"I was here all night having a party." He said with that infuriating smirk.
"Oh good, then you have lot's of people that can tell me you were here?" I replied looking around at the stacked and empty beer bottles, thinking that my instincts about him were right, he was no killer.
"Ah, no you see, it was a party of one." A note to self, do not try to verbally joust with a songwriter.
So I took him to the station, Jake had the body thief right there and the guy couldn't ID Conchobar so I released him.
Okay, what I don't understand is how in the world did Conchobar give me the slip so easily? Jake had a point about a rank civilian being able to lose a seasoned detective.
What did Kenneth Irons say? A conundrum wrapped in an enigma? Well, close enough, I guess. Well he ruined the quote I might as well destroy it.
Oh and speaking of Irons. I wonder how he got his name. Irons, isn't iron the one metal that is rumored to repel the Little People?
Enough! I can't believe I brought up that tale Grandma used to tell me about the Little People of Ireland.
***
It's over.
I had to play Goddess and I had him, damn it I had him! He was giving up, I had him and I was already thinking about which hospital to take him to!
"Don't let it overwhelm your reasoning," Danny just said.
"How in the Hell can I help but feel like a failure!" I shouted back at him. I mean I'm home now, in the privacy of my apartment, I can act as crazy as I want too.
"Breathe, Sara, everything is connected." He calmly told me again. He keeps repeating himself like a broken record.
"Don't over look important information because you thought you failed. You didn't. He was set to die as soon as he started thinking he was Conchobar." My wise dead guide said quietly knowing I'll stop ranting to listen to him.
He knows me so well and I miss him so badly. And I feel like such a total failure for letting my suspect get killed right in front of me.
'Breathe Sara, breathe, in and out, in and out, that's it." And I found myself listening to him and breathing in sync with his words....
"The Shell!" The shell: the image of the bull on it popped into my mind and with the image Danny made himself scarce. It was the exact same image that was on the shell casing in my dad's things.
I pulled out the box with Dad's stuff in it and find the shell casing again-but as much as I try, for some reason the WitchBlade was silent on the subject. The damn thing only works when it wants too, I guess.
Though, I am struck by the memory of how easily Dante took the news that the suspect was murdered in custody.
I am really beginning to have problems with my captain.
The phone again....
That was that blasted man wanting to know if his song helped.
"How did you get my number?" I asked
"Ye gave me your card, don't ye remember? Did your job finally render you mentally incompetent?" He laughed.
I was left speechless for a few moments.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't want to be my date to a party tonight?" He continued like he didn't just insult me. My mind acknowledging how his accent went from just barely noticeable to an inescapable brogue when he was flirting.
"And how many people will be at this party?" I asked him back, okay so I was doing a little flirting of my own.
"One, well if ye come that will be two." Then the cocky rouge added, "you have the address, see you in a an hour."
I get one more vision of the two of us sword fighting and then making passionate love.
Oh yeah, this thing does have some perks....
End of entry 2
Note from Author:
I really want to thank all the people on FanFiction.Net--WitchBlade that gave me such positive feedback on the first chapter! Thank you all so very much!
So this thing has some perks.
God I can't believe that guy was so forward as to introduce me as his wife!
So what does this scrap of metal want me to believe? That I was the fair Cathain and he is or was, god this is so confusing, my lover Conchobar?
I had to admit that as I walked into the bar and saw him for the first time that there was an attraction. I kept getting these flashes of the two of us either making love or fighting.
Well Danny, oh wise Asian master what do you make of that? Your student associates fighting with love.
For some reason Danny doesn't decide to appear.
Then last night...oh wow, were those dreams hot!
Damn it the phone's ringing.
****
I think I'm addicted to this thing, this keeping a record of my thoughts. It helps sort out the confusion.
Anyway, Dante called me over the fire for not realizing that the DB at the scene yesterday was already dead.
It's like duh, captain, I wanted to say, she might have been a body from the morgue but we all know that those kind of freaks turn into killers.
But, I know the real reason I didn't say anything; it's the blade. I get these flashes, most of the time it's from the victim. The pain, the fear, they have right after they realize they are going to die and right before the peace of acceptance.
I don't know it's kind of hard to put into words. See when you, and by you, I mean the universal you, not you in first person.... When you first realize that you are going to be murdered your adrenaline starts pumping and its all fight or flight reaction. Then when you can't escape, you can't fight, you are about to take the bullet, the knife, whatever, it's all grief. You don't want to die; you want to see your lover or your mother or your best friend one last time. You would give your own soul to just tell the person you love good-bye.
Then after you are shot, people rarely die right away, you realize there is nothing you can do about it so you might as well enjoy the ride.
Acceptance.
The problem with most crime scenes is that the grief, anger, fear, hang over it like a black cloud. I would feel the residue emotions before this chunk of tin decided to take up permanent residence on my wrist. Now those emotions are broadcast to me loud and clear because of this thing.
Was I trying to make a point here, somewhere?
Oh, yeah, Dante.
What could I tell the captain? That I knew the body had been mutilated after the fact as soon as I walked into the crime scene? I knew this because I didn't feel the "normal" emotions emanating from the body? Yeah, right, just take me to the shrink this second and put me on the one way train off of the force.
So what could I tell Dante? That instead of getting flashes from the victim like I normally do, I was getting them from the future killer? That I know he, the killer, is following Conchobar's song? And will kill someone soon?
***
Breathe. That's what Danny told me. Just breathe.
As I told Danny, I had fifty cases, well early this morning it grew to fifty-one.
Dante looked at me as he handed me the report of the latest victim. I think he was expecting a smart retort or a smug glance that I was right and he was wrong.
He doesn't get it, does he? I wanted to be wrong! Doesn't he understand that by being right one more person was dead? She was a beautiful woman, too. She was at the bar and she was alive, she was the groupie that came up to Conchobar.
I brought Conchobar in to the station and promptly had to let him walk. Not that I really thought he was the killer.
I got to his apartment around 6:00 and he asked me which 6.
"I was here all night having a party." He said with that infuriating smirk.
"Oh good, then you have lot's of people that can tell me you were here?" I replied looking around at the stacked and empty beer bottles, thinking that my instincts about him were right, he was no killer.
"Ah, no you see, it was a party of one." A note to self, do not try to verbally joust with a songwriter.
So I took him to the station, Jake had the body thief right there and the guy couldn't ID Conchobar so I released him.
Okay, what I don't understand is how in the world did Conchobar give me the slip so easily? Jake had a point about a rank civilian being able to lose a seasoned detective.
What did Kenneth Irons say? A conundrum wrapped in an enigma? Well, close enough, I guess. Well he ruined the quote I might as well destroy it.
Oh and speaking of Irons. I wonder how he got his name. Irons, isn't iron the one metal that is rumored to repel the Little People?
Enough! I can't believe I brought up that tale Grandma used to tell me about the Little People of Ireland.
***
It's over.
I had to play Goddess and I had him, damn it I had him! He was giving up, I had him and I was already thinking about which hospital to take him to!
"Don't let it overwhelm your reasoning," Danny just said.
"How in the Hell can I help but feel like a failure!" I shouted back at him. I mean I'm home now, in the privacy of my apartment, I can act as crazy as I want too.
"Breathe, Sara, everything is connected." He calmly told me again. He keeps repeating himself like a broken record.
"Don't over look important information because you thought you failed. You didn't. He was set to die as soon as he started thinking he was Conchobar." My wise dead guide said quietly knowing I'll stop ranting to listen to him.
He knows me so well and I miss him so badly. And I feel like such a total failure for letting my suspect get killed right in front of me.
'Breathe Sara, breathe, in and out, in and out, that's it." And I found myself listening to him and breathing in sync with his words....
"The Shell!" The shell: the image of the bull on it popped into my mind and with the image Danny made himself scarce. It was the exact same image that was on the shell casing in my dad's things.
I pulled out the box with Dad's stuff in it and find the shell casing again-but as much as I try, for some reason the WitchBlade was silent on the subject. The damn thing only works when it wants too, I guess.
Though, I am struck by the memory of how easily Dante took the news that the suspect was murdered in custody.
I am really beginning to have problems with my captain.
The phone again....
That was that blasted man wanting to know if his song helped.
"How did you get my number?" I asked
"Ye gave me your card, don't ye remember? Did your job finally render you mentally incompetent?" He laughed.
I was left speechless for a few moments.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't want to be my date to a party tonight?" He continued like he didn't just insult me. My mind acknowledging how his accent went from just barely noticeable to an inescapable brogue when he was flirting.
"And how many people will be at this party?" I asked him back, okay so I was doing a little flirting of my own.
"One, well if ye come that will be two." Then the cocky rouge added, "you have the address, see you in a an hour."
I get one more vision of the two of us sword fighting and then making passionate love.
Oh yeah, this thing does have some perks....
End of entry 2
Note from Author:
I really want to thank all the people on FanFiction.Net--WitchBlade that gave me such positive feedback on the first chapter! Thank you all so very much!