TITLE: Reflections
AUTHOR: EdenAdvance
DISCLAIMER: Although I have no idea who owns Witchblade and its characters, I do know that it ain't me. There's no money here, people.
SUMMARY: The reflections of a few characters on the events happened in the pilot.
NOTES: This is my first time here, so please be nice and tell me what you thought about my first try. Tell me if I should write more Witchblade fic.
FEEDBACK: I'd appreciate the effort to tell me your thoughts about this short piece.
Reflections
"Hey Nottingham?"
"Hey Sara..."
"Had any dreams lately?"
I'd known Ian had been standing down there, watching me as we talked to eachother through the phone. Now, hours later, the conversation still goes through my head, wondering what to think of this strange man that had most likely saved my life yesterday.
I glance at the Witchblade, now completely silent as if the things that had happened these past days weren't real. As if it was an ordinary bracelet. Shifting my gaze from the strange relic to the window in front of me, I watch the late night traffic pass by.
Sighing, I lay down on my bed, intent on getting some sleep; knowing somewhere deep inside me, I wouldn't be so fortunate. The blade would make sure of it, haunting me with memories of my predecessors most likely.
Lying still, I let sleep overcome me, the conversation with Nottingham earlier today still ringing in my ears.
In my mind, it was only three or four minutes ago when I lay down for some sleep. Yet, when I glance at the clock on the bedside table, I see it has been at least one and a half hour later than when I had fallen down on my bed.
Looking around me, I search for whatever had pulled me from my deep sleep. When I'm satisfied everything where it is supposed to be, I flop back down, praying with my eyes closed for the dreamless sleep I had a few moments ago.
Suddenly I feel something is out of place and my eyes fly open. Instantly, I reached for the gun underneath my pillow.
With the weapon in my hand, I stalk around my apartment, stopping by the door to check the locks. Relieved, I feel that they are still the way I had left them after I had entered my apartment this evening. As I turn around to continue my inspections of the place, I feel a rush of cold air in my face. Suddenly, I know what had awakened me. The window I had looked out from earlier was opened. I knew I had left it closed this evening, knowing the cold weather expected for the night.
Quickly, I check to see if the gun is still loaded, before moving to the window. I look out at the road below, then at the fire escape above me. No one... Whoever had opened it and tried to get in was long gone now. Getting back inside, I slam the window shut, locking it again.
With a final shudder from the cold air that had sneaked in the room, I return to my bed, shaking the feeling of being watched.