I don't own any of the characters from the show Witchblade and am not making any profit from this story! I'm poor so no sueing me
~Prologue~
Rain flooded the dark streets as a chill wind lashed out at unrelenting brick buildings. A lone figure endured against nature's wrath. He was perched precariously on the ledge across from an apartment complex. The man watched a certain apartment intently. Rain ran currents down his unprotected face and soaked through his thin coat. If someone actually was able to see him, they would have believed him to be merely a statue. The only sign of life was when he blinked against the storm. Like a dark guardian angel, he watched over the apartment cloaked in the welcoming night. Lights turned on inside the apartment.
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Dressed in an old pair of jeans and a faded blue sweatshirt, Sara reluctantly entered her spare bedroom, which was currently serving as a storage room. For the past few months she had kept meaning to clean it up, but had never gotten around to it. Fighting street thugs, solving murder cases, and saving lives, did not leave much time for cleaning. Plus, she was trying to deal with the Witchblade and her new partner, Jake. Her last partner and friend, Danny, had been killed in the line of duty.
Oh Danny, she thought as her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Stop it. He's gone," she chastised herself. "Well, it's not like I won't see him again though," she murmured remembering the beyond the grave visits. She let out a sigh and went back to her task at hand.
Several hours of dust and hard work later, Sara managed to clear up most of the room. "Time for a break." Thinking of a nice cool glass of ice tea, she turned to leave the room when a flash of light from the Witchblade pierced through the cloud of dust. She caught glimpses of children playing in a park of long ago. The figures changed into a puppy that appeared to be a golden retriever, which in turn became a person concealed in dark clothes. The last image became something familiar to her. It was of the dresser in the room she was cleaning.
Pushing aside thoughts of what kinds of bugs were most likely taking up inhabitance under there, she reached under the dresser. Something was there all right. "Only way to get you out is to move this thing." Sara sighed and pulled back the loose strands of hair out of her face. She braced herself against the wall and pushed the dresser. "Ug!" She shouldered the furniture moving it slowly away from the wall. "There we go. Now what do we have here?" She glanced down to see what had been hidden beneath the dresser. Her eyes widened in surprise and recognition. "What the…?"